#i had more ideas w/ a boiler room but decided on this one

[whump-captain]

- Day 24 -

Prompt: Earth (Environmental Whump)

@whumpmasinjuly-archive

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so! it took me a looooong time to come with an idea for this bc i really wanted to keep it in an urban setting and i. just could Not for the life of me think of anything lmao. it ended with explosions in the end and a side dish of blood loss but that's par for the course in my writing lol

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CN: caught in an explosion, fire, smoke inhalation, impaled by debris, blood loss

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It's a race. Against time for now, but the air grows thicker with every second and Cutter can smell the ozone gathering. His breath comes heavy and his bad leg is killing him but he keeps running. There are more than fifty air vents in the building. Each of them houses danger.

The thing in the vents, the wispy, half-alive being of air that sings in hisses, is angry. Elaine was halfway done banishing it when it noticed her presence and turned its swirling fury against the building it haunts. Every window Cutter passes is broken. The remains of glass shatter spontaneously, turning themselves into dust. The walls shudder. Something inside them is trying to get out.

Two more vents on this floor. In Cutter's hand there are five more cards, each bearing a hand-drawn expulsion circle: tight sigils and crossing lines around a downwards-pointing star. Most of Elaine's explanation of how they work has been beyond his knowledge but as long as it's her, he believes it.

The rest of the cards are with Joy, on the second floor. Elaine has tried to keep her out of this, pleading with her to stay in the lobby, where the expulsion is centered and where it's safe. Of course, there is no force on Earth that could keep Joy from helping. And time is short.

Cutter finds one of the vents in the boiler room. Heat crashes into him the second he opens the door and he staggers back. The air feels like wet cotton. The noise of machinery hums in his ears as he squeezes past the pipes to the square grate on the far wall. He slips a card through the slats. He can swear the smell of ozone gets worse.

He can tell the air-being is still occupied, locked in a battle of wills in the lobby. The awareness is almost physical, as if its attention was a persistent ache in the base of his neck, ready to flare up into burning if he's noticed. But there's only one more vent left. There won't be time for anything to go wrong.

It's just ahead, in a tight maintenance corridor outside the boiler room. Pipes enclose on it, disappearing around a corner, and a fuse box clings to the wall, rattling metallically with the walls' trembling. The vent is behind it, at waist height, obscured by a pile of collapsed plastic containers.

Cutter pushes away the first one when he hears a crack. Metal bending. He looks at the fuse box.

The boiler room explodes. The force rips the door off of its hinges and the walls erupt out. Cutter feels heat, then something slams into his chest. Then he's weightless. The shockwave throws him five metres back, the impact is like a flash of light. Then like darkness.

For what feels like forever, he can't move. He wants to cry out but he can't breathe, something white hot binds his ribcage. He's conscious, he sees the ceiling swaying and blackening above him, but it's like all thought has been knocked out of him along with the air from his lungs. The ringing in his ears is so loud it hurts. Everything else is impossibly distant.

His body reacts on its own. He convulses with the force of the first, involuntary gasp and reality snaps back around him. The air burns, the deafening roar of flames drowns out the shrill noise of breaking metal tanks. He barely hears his radio crack to life.

"Joy to Cutter, what the hell was that?!" Joy yells among the distortion. "Where-"

Elaine's voice cuts her off, pitched down by an electronic drone:

“It saw you. Hurry!”

"Shit," Cutter breathes, trying to get his splayed limbs together. The cards are gone. Panic lurches through him, he pushes up but his arm gives straight away. The floor burns his hands when he feels around it blindly, desperately.

The cards lay scattered only a few feet away. With a pained noise of effort, Cutter rolls onto his side and grabs for them. The paper has begun to curl. The air is so thick now he can barely breathe. It's like a thunderstorm contained within a single room.

There's no time to try and stand. He manages to get his elbows under him and, grabbing at the pipes for balance, he crawls towards the vent. Something stings his side with every motion but adrenaline burns the thought away. Smoke scratches his throat. He coughs, almost collapses again. It's right there. Arm's length.

The plastic boxes warp under his weight when he clambers up them, reaching. The vent's grate bends in his grip. He tears it off with a desperate yell and throws the cards inside.

There's a sound like a razor on glass and then the air pops. The ozone evaporates in an instant. It's replaced by the stench of smoke.

Cutter collapses, heaving painful breaths against the floor. His head reels from the noise, from the sudden change, and from whatever damage the explosion has done. He feels the heat now, hears the cracking of flames encroaching. He still needs to get out of there. The adrenaline has dissipated too, leaving his limbs heavy. He pushes himself up.

A stab of searing pain stops him and forces a short scream out of him. It spreads in waves, in time with his shivering, from a line of living fire in his side.

When he sees it, his stomach turns. A shard of bent metal, as big as his hand, is buried in his flesh, just below the last rib. His shirt is soaked through with blood and ripped to shreds where smaller pieces of debris have cut and stabbed it and opened more wounds. In a daze, Cutter sees the trail of blood smeared across the floor, where he has crawled. His own blood.

"Oh," he says shakily.

It's on his hands, on the boxes, everywhere. With the adrenaline gone, the pain is horrifying, it tears through him with every tiny motion. He can't help a raspy whimper as he curls around the injury, trembling fingers hovering over the metal shard. Instinct begs him to pull it out, to rid his body of this intrusion. Instead, he presses his hand tightly around it, onto the wound. The noise of the fire drowns out his long, shuddering groan.

He has to get out. Has to keep moving. There's no way he can stand up, it hurts too much. He grits his teeth and turns onto his back, gasping as the shard in his side shifts and cuts into muscle. With one hand, he heaves himself up to half-sitting. His head spins. He has to pause, shivering, as the pain builds, seizing his lungs until he's fighting to breathe. The smoke is suffocating.

He pushes with his legs, crawling backwards. His arm barely holds his weight. The fire has spilled from the boiler room now; deadly golden ribbons lick the walls, curling paint and scorching plastic. There's a door just around the corner, where the pipes lead. Cutter just has to make it there. Quiet, ragged sounds of pain keep escaping him on every exhale, every monstrous effort of gaining a foot away from the blaze. He feels the blood trickling between his fingers.

"We almost have it!" Joy's voice cracks through the radio. "Cutter, where are you?"

It takes him two tries to get a proper grip on the device. His hands are too slick with blood, sweat, and melted ink. He's let go of the wound, leaving the metal to jolt and twist through his flesh. He can't let himself collapse. He has to keep moving.

"Boiler room," he rasps into the microphone. "There's, ah- there's a fire."

His voice falters. A small impact shakes him, only a bump against a wall but enough to stoke the pain into an inferno again. He's at the corner. Only a few more meters.

"Shit, what happened?" Joy answers, as if from miles away. "Are you okay? Cutter?"

He can't respond. The radio hangs from his belt loop, scraping on the floor as he drags himself back. Everything is swaying now. The heat is like pressure on his skin, constricting.

When his arm buckles, he doesn't feel the fall. Just the blinding pain again that he has no more strength left to voice.

The corridor seems to darken. His vision goes next.

Then his consciousness.

The fire advances.

#wij23day24 #whumpmasinjuly2023 #whump #whump writing #whump ocs #oc whump #whump blog #whump community #caught in an explosion #fire #blood loss #captain's stuff #captain's ocs #ghost ambulance #i had more ideas w/ a boiler room but decided on this one #it's kinda rushed again but. im mad busy recently djdhdkfbd im just really happy i finished it

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Dreams, Chapter 7

If you haven’t read this series before, you might want to start on Chapter 1, or check out the Dreams Masterlist! Here’s the series description:

When Dean dies for good leaving Sam and his girlfriend (the reader) behind, they must figure out how to carry on without him. Alone, reeling, and unsure what to do next, trying to honor Dean’s memory and follow their hearts gets even more complicated when their nightmares become dreams that feel a little too real.

Title: Dreams, Chapter 7

Pairing: (past) Dean Winchester x Reader, (eventual) Sam Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 4184

Summary: Life moves toward normalcy for Sam and the reader, regardless of emotional turmoil.

Warnings: angst, fluff, swearing, s l o w  b u r n

          A few days later the Kaisers came into the bar for a nightcap and asked you and Sam to come to their house for dinner. You couldn’t think of a reason not to, and honestly thought maybe it would be nice to have something to structure the week around. It had been quiet, just barely beneath solemn while the dust settled and Sam stayed mostly silent while you moved around each other throughout the day. At least at the Kaisers’ Sam would have to talk to you, maybe even sidle up close to you during waking hours to keep up the couples’ charade. A little zap of guilt moved through you as you politely agreed to a time, that the second thought you’d had was about getting closer to Sam under this guise. In any case, the Kaisers were kind, it wouldn’t hurt to have a nice meal with someone else, and if you were going to stay here, it would be a good idea to avoid appearing standoffish. You bought their last drink and were waving after them when Sam came upstairs from changing a keg.

           “We’re going to the Kaisers’ for dinner tomorrow,” you offered, trying to keep your voice even and making a point of not staring at Sam too long. It was a challenge; since Sam had kissed you and even more since he’d divulged that longing was part of the tangle of emotions he was feeling, it was on your mind nearly constantly, adding a murky stripe to the ever-present grief.

           “Oh, uh, okay.” Sam jammed his hands into the pockets of his jeans like he didn’t know what to do with them. “What time?”

           “They said 7:30. Don’t let me forget; I think we should bring a bottle of wine or something, so I can grab one tomorrow.”

           “Yeah, that works.”

           You wanted to drag out the conversation but couldn’t think of any way to that wasn’t cloying or desperate. If this (hopefully temporary) emotional distance was what Sam needed, it was unfair for you to try to take it from him. A quick nod and you returned to washing glasses.

           The rest of the shift passed agonizingly slowly. Sam put on a podcast about Jonestown for the drive home.

           You’d decided to walk over to the Kaisers’ with Sam the next day, bundled up on top of a presentable sweater that you hadn’t worn in a few years. Biting wind sliced through your jeans and seemed to creep into your coat even as you dug your chin inside the collar like a turtle, and when Sam noticed he threw an arm around you. His side blocked a bit of the wind and he rubbed your shoulder to warm it with friction. The impulse to curl up into his ribs was fierce, but you fought it down to wrap your forearms around the bottle of red wine that looked the fanciest of the midrange bottles at the grocery store. Where seconds before you had been wishing the walk were shorter, now you could’ve stayed out in the ice forever if it meant Sam would allow himself to be close to you again without being asleep. You’d made peace with the want, trying hard to decide that feeling crazy on top of your grief wasn’t helping anyone.

           “Ready?” Sam asked with a tentative smile at the doorway. The Kaisers lived in a version of your cabin, in the sense that many of the houses in the area were log-hewn and rustic. However, they were clearly here to stay. Window flowerbeds filled with pinecones for the season and delicately carved shutters framed warm casts of light streaming onto the snow through gauzy ivory curtains, and their door opened to a tiny front porch where yours simply had a small ungraceful cement platform. For a moment, you thought about how comforting it would be to come back here at the end of a shift. It didn’t feel like somewhere as darling as this could have a half-broken boiler that rattled all day or plastic-coated countertops. This was a home and not a hideout.

           You gave Sam what you hoped was a reassuring grin and watched as his long finger pressed an old-fashioned doorbell encased in wrought iron.

           Mike answered the door. He had on a fuzzy pullover that made him look even more like a teddy bear than he normally did, nubbly wool spanning his belly like fur. He had the kind of rosy full-cheeked smile some jolly men combined with their booming voices to seem like the Ghost of Christmas Present, and a well-groomed beard with two starkly delineated streaks of gray-white dropping straight down from the corners of his mouth. From previous neighborly hugs, you knew he smelled like piney aftershave. He was a little taller than average, and built former-linebacker solid. You would’ve bet anything he was the perfect dad to call to help move you into a college apartment or scare an ex-boyfriend, and the thought of it made you cheerful and sad all at once. The hand not holding the doorknob had a pint of dark beer. “Great, you’re here! Babs, they’re here,” he added over his shoulder, gesturing an arm to welcome you into the home.

           Sam waited for you to go first, shuffling his feet along the doormat in tandem with you as Mike closed the door. You followed Mike’s socked initiative and gently toed your boots off while you handed him the bottle of wine somewhat shyly. For all the years you’d been on your own, there was something so decidedly adult about bringing wine over to the dinner party of a middle-aged couple that felt like those first few meetings of your parents’ friends after college, when you’re not sure whether to call them by their first names or resign yourself to a life of Mr This and Mrs That. Mike seemed to pick up on it, thoughtfully appraising the bottle and squeezing your shoulder, humming about how you didn’t have to bring anything. He clapped Sam on the back and asked him how he was doing before teasing gently about how long his hair had gotten, and you took in the house.

           It was bigger than the cabin you were staying in, the staircase to your left suggesting an upstairs that yours didn’t have, but what was far more striking was how warm it felt both in mood and literal temperature. A fire crackled straight through the main room in front of you, surrounded by giant river rock stonework that offset caramelly beige walls. A deep, plush canvas sofa faced the fireplace, flanked by two equally overstuffed armchairs upholstered with burnt sienna stained leather. Quick visual survey gave you a count of 4 throws in the room of various weights and patterns.

           The kitchen was over to the right through the dining room. Barbie was wearing an apron covered in piglets and appeared to be basting something in the oven, turning toward you and absentmindedly wiping her hands. Fluffy, soft-looking hair was held back from her face with a pair of no-nonsense tortoiseshell barrettes. “Oh, perfect! I thought I hadn’t left enough time for the roast, but it looks about done. Can I get you two a drink?”

           Sam’s soft, encouraging smile was enough to make you feel a little weak in the knees. “Sure! It smells great in here.”

           “How about an old fashioned? We’ve been working through a great bottle of bourbon.”

           “Works for me,” Sam agreed, and you nodded as well.

           A few moments of small talk later, Sam offered to help Barbie with the food. She graciously accepted, giving him some job you knew she could’ve easily done herself as a way to make him feel more comfortable. Mike noticed you looking at the variety of pictures on the wall and started talking about their kids, putting names to each cheerful face. They were a good-looking family, the Kaisers, all big beaming smiles and limbs protectively wrapped around each other over the course of different seasons and major events. You’d had to let go of this idea years ago, long before Dean was gone, but it still made you ache in a nondescript way to see a family so happy and so each others’, not only in the way they loved but also in the way they so obviously belonged. Mike and Barbie were good people, and they deserved this. You tried to focus on the affection in Mike’s face as he talked, asking a few clarifying questions as he went. A few moments later, Sam came up behind you.

           “Barbie says we should go sit down.” There was a pinkness to his cheeks and you couldn’t tell if it was the warmth of the kitchen or residual windburn from your walk over.

           The table was one of those single-plank, live-edged ones you’d always coveted and knew were far more expensive than they looked. It fit the elevated rustic feel of the Kaisers’ house and the delicious, rib-sticking meal you were eating off of it. As you fawned over the roast and Barbie did the requisite Midwestern dance of ‘oh it’s nothing I’ll give you the recipe’ it was easy to fantasize about belonging somewhere like this, having parents like this, pictures of your cousins and nieces and nephews lining the walls of your childhood home. Indulgent, clearly, even more so than the rich food and smooth liquor, but you couldn’t bring yourself to feel guilty about it.

           “So, have you two always worked in the bar industry? That always seemed so fun to me—but I’m too old to do anything like that now,” Barbie asked.

           “Oh, come on, you’d be a great bartender,” Sam insisted, always coming down on the exact right spot between flattering and politely flirtatious. “But uh, no. This is the first bar I’ve worked in for more than a few weeks, actually.”

           Mike raised his eyebrows in an indication to continue but Sam artfully avoided his gaze. You couldn’t tell what the cue was—how honest was Sam planning on being? An old classic, the technically-true, seemed like the best option. “I worked as a bartender through and a little bit after college.”

           “Silly me, I guess I had always thought that’s how you two had met; you seem like such a good team there! How did you meet, then?”

           You artfully popped an entire fingerling potato in your mouth to force Sam to take over. “Uh, our, ah, families were friends.” In the sense that Bobby had been like an uncle to you both, maybe. A complete non-answer that sort of encompassed the barebones of the situation if you squinted at it right, but neither Mike nor Barbie seemed to recognize the opacity of it.

           “That’s great. I bet your parents were excited then, seeing you get together,” Mike suggested before taking a sip of bourbon. Both you and Sam smiled affirmatively—not together, many of those parents long dead before we had even met—and hoped the moment would pass. “How long has it been, then? Since you got together?”

           That one you couldn’t even guess what the right pretend answer would be and prepared to joke ‘too long’ before Sam said, “About two years. We knew each other for a long time before that, though.” It made sense, as far as answers went. ‘About two years’ since Dean was gone, since your lives changed, but it still ripped through you like an electric shock and sent you reeling. You could have spent an hour looking at that statement from every angle but snapped out of it when Barbie gave you a basket of rolls to pass to Mike.

           “So that explains why she doesn’t have a ring,” Mike winked, playfully knocking Sam’s arm with his fork still in his hand. “Two years isn’t that long.”

           Two years is a lifetime. Sam blushed and looked down at his plate. “Be nice. Kids don’t get married at 20 like they used to,” Barbie teased from across the table, smirking at her husband with so much love behind her eyes. You couldn’t help but wonder if you would’ve looked at Dean like that across some dining room table if things had been different and your mind flashed on the kitchen counter a few nights before, silently clinking rocks glasses together over pie and wanting to hold Sam until the world got more fair.

           The plates were cleared and an amazing, sticky bread pudding was brought out. Mike and Barbie coaxed each other into telling stories that made you genuinely belly laugh until finally you couldn’t suppress a tiny yawn and the final drink was poured with a joke about how it wasn’t like you were driving home, so what was the harm? You all moved to the living room in front of the fire, sitting next to Sam on the couch when Mike and Barbie took what must’ve been their normal spots in each armchair. Old cushions folded up around you comfortingly and rolled you slightly into Sam’s weight next to you, lining up the firm stretch of his thigh along yours. Warmth from the fire and Sam, the pleasant sounds of your hosts’ voices and Sam’s answers to them rumbling through you as vibrations when he spoke were so sweet and heavy under the bourbon, and your eyelids began to droop.

           Sam’s hand gently covered your knee. “Ready to go?” he asked, low with a private smirk.

           You made a conscious effort to sit up straight. “I’m so sorry, I can barely keep my eyes open! Where are my manners?”

           Mike laughed a big belly laugh from his armchair. “Babs, we’re outlasting the bartenders!”

           Everyone chuckled as you all got up from your chairs, Sam accepting a Tupperware of leftovers before the at-the-doorway conversation of people who didn’t want to go and hosts who didn’t want them to either. You’d been so nervous about the dinner and now you didn’t want to leave, honestly hadn’t really wanted to leave the sofa, just doze against Sam in the heat and company like a child. It had seemed before like maybe Mike and Barbie were just asking you for dinner because it was the thing to do, but they had been genuinely welcoming and you realized that these were the first non-hunter or hunting-related relationships you had made in literal years as you zipped your coat up all the way to the top and followed Sam outside into the quiet night.

           “Man, they are really nice,” he remarked, walking closely enough next to you that your sleeves brushed together.

           You could barely see his face when you looked up to him. “Yeah. We should have them over sometime.”

           “Our place looks like a flop house.”

           You giggled, the sound falling softly on the snow around you. “We can fix it up first.”

           “No real point in fixing it up if we’re not staying here for a long time.”

           “Maybe we could stay a while.”

           Sam looked down at you, slowing to a stop even as the icy wind whipped around you. “You want to stay?”

           “I mean, I—yeah, I think I do. Unless you think we should go somewhere else.”

           “No, I just…I guess I hadn’t really considered it here, the whole “roots” thing.”

           “It’s fucking freezing, can we talk at the cabin?”

           Sam’s laugh rang out across the woodsy surroundings as he clapped an arm around you and shuffled you both home.

           That night you tucked your cold toes between Sam’s flannel-clad legs and tried to imagine Dean as an old man.

           If you’d thought December and January were bad, the intense cold snap of February sent you for a loop. Something about the months of darkness and frozen fingers was making you more stir crazy than normal; the idea of coming home to the cabin seeming less and less enticing as the days went on.

           And then the boiler broke.

           Well and truly broke, not just making the horrible clanging sounds it was prone to, but no heat at all. It had only been a couple weeks since going to dinner at the Kaisers’ and the experimental conversation with Sam about investing time into the cabin which had since fizzled out. A lack of heat at the border of the Upper Peninsula in winter was obviously untenable, and it forced the topic again as you grumpily helped carry in the remnants of another dead tree Sam had felled to heat the home with firewood.

           “Is it worth fixing or is this a sign?” you huffed through the tiny clouds of steam coming out of your mouth. “How much would it cost?”

           “I don’t have a ton of experience with boilers, but I’m pretty sure it’s the heat exchanger. And I have no idea how much it would cost to fix, but I can try to do it myself if the parts aren’t too much.” Pragmatic, genius Sam with the patience for machinery that you didn’t have. He snaked a long arm out from the bundle of wood he was carrying to open the door and hold it for you to scurry under his arm before closing it after both of you.

           Generally, you thought a landlord would probably fix this kind of thing but it always felt a little scary asking him for anything, knowing you paid cash every month and the owner had never asked for a background check. It could have been fine, but every potential conflict seemed like it might be an opportunity to be unceremoniously evicted. Better to either leave before it could happen or solve the problem yourselves. You put a hand on Sam’s chest before he could go back for another bundle of wood. “Let’s talk about it for a second.”

           Sam put his hands on his hips and it accentuated the broad span of his shoulders in his thick jacket. “Okay, right. What do you think?”

           “Well, I mean, do you want to stay here? Or do you want to go somewhere else, or start moving again or something? We haven’t even really talked about it.”

           He seemed to be weighing the options before biting his lip. “Here seems as good a place as any in a lot of ways, you know? Off the beaten path, probably not going to get spotted by anyone we know—knew—and the money is honest.”

           You cut him off with a flippant wave of the hand. “Right, but I’m not talking strategically. Do you want to stay here? Do you like it here?”

           A moment of silence fell as you searched his face for clues. “I—yeah, I do. I like being in the woods, I like the bar, I like people like the Kaisers and Steve and Jake. Maybe I’ll feel differently in the summer but right now I do.”

           The grin cracked open your face slowly. “Good. I like it here too. Do you think the hardware store would have the stuff you need to fix it?”

           “Definitely the first place I would check.”

           After getting the rest of the wood inside and leaving it next to the small fire already burning to dry out, you started to follow Sam to the car before he turned around a step before the door. “Where are you going?” he asked as you almost bumped into him.

           “Hardware store, I thought?”

           “Nice try, we can’t both leave with a fire going.”

           “Oh, I get it. So you get to go sit in the warm car and hang out in the warm hardware store while I turn into a popsicle over here.” You were half-joking, but it was genuinely freezing in the cabin, even with the fire going. Sam rolled his eyes over a smirk and strode around you, pushing the couch tight to the fireplace before retrieving the down comforter from the bed and throwing it on top. He grabbed a rinsed plastic bottle from the top of the recycling bin and filled it with water hot from the tap before throwing it in the microwave for a second.

           “Unless you feel like learning a lot about boilers today, then yes.” He gingerly pulled the bottle out of the microwave and tightened the cap back on, deftly shifting it between hands before tossing it under the comforter on the sofa.

           You were having a hard time holding onto your anger as you watched him make a cup of peppermint tea, still wearing his boots and coat as he moved around the tiny kitchen. Reluctantly, you shuffled over to the couch and removed only your boots and gloves before getting under the blankets, tucking your socked feet around the poor man’s hot water bottle and finally smiling only when Sam brought over the steaming mug of tea with more than a touch of affection under the exasperation coloring his face. “Fine?”

           “Fine.”

           When he came back, you were well into a worn paperback and had put two more logs on the fire already. “Do you need help?” you called over your shoulder from within the comforter cocoon.

           “I think I’ve got it, thanks.” His words came into the room on a gust of cold air while he tapped snow off of his boots.

           “Think you know what you’re doing?”

           “Actually, yeah. The woman at the hardware store—you’d recognize her, Diane I think—knew a fair amount about it. I’m pretty sure I have it under control.” He brought a paper bag weighted with supplies over to the utility closet you knew held the boiler and got to work.

           It was nice watching Sam in this element, always had been. As much as Dean had loved doing little projects and fixing things, both Winchesters were far handier than your average bear and Sam’s natural interest in learning lent itself well to tinkering with all kinds of things. Evidently boilers were not an exception. He shucked his coat off to lie flat on his back, looking up  at something you couldn’t see with his hands gently resting on his ribcage before reaching to grab a wrench. The twisting motion raised his elbow and tugged his shirt a bit up his torso to reveal a few inches of Sam’s lower abdomen, the trail of hair tracing to his belt buckle in slightly sharper contrast to the taught skin around it given the consecutive months spent without sun. It made you blush and you quickly looked back to your book, grateful for the heat that the fireplace was bringing to your cheeks as cover.

           About forty minutes later, Sam tapped your shoulder and startled you out of the goofy historical fiction of the paperback. “Wanna see if it works?”

           He had a stripe of oil or something on his cheek but you resisted the impulse to swipe it off, instead nodding and extricating yourself from the heat of the blanket and couch around you. When you turned it on, the boiler clicked loudly twice in a way you thought might be a bad omen before going silent again. You let an extended beat pass and placed a palm on the side. It was already on the edge of being too hot to touch and you momentarily forgot that you and Sam had decidedly not been continuing your new normal level of comforting affection lately before throwing your arms up high around his neck excitedly. He chuckled into your ear and closed the embrace, forearms crossing your ribcage and hoisting you off the ground as he stood up in your hug. You could feel the fingers of one hand splayed out over your back and side through your jacket, the other still holding the wrench tightly.

           “Okay, no promises it’s going to last, but I think that was it,” Sam offered as you released each other.

           “Crank it! I want it to feel like the Caribbean in here.”

           “You say that now, and in 3 hours you’re going to be whining about how hot you are,” Sam grinned, clearly feeling a little proud of himself even if he wouldn’t admit it. He tapped the wrench absentmindedly against his palm for a moment, considering whether he wanted to say something. “When I was at the hardware store she said our landlord might be open to cutting our rent if we offered to fix up the place.”

           “Who’s we?” you teased, holding your frozen fingers close to the boiler like it was a campfire.

           “I thought you might say that. But seriously, I know you don’t like the color of the walls or the shower pressure or whatever, could make it feel a little less…sterile.”

           You tried not to remember that the last time you’d picked out paint was for a bright pink bedroom at age 12. Sam was right, it could be nice. Even more than that, it would be great to have some leftover cash around, and an extra project to kill a few hours of daylight wasn’t a bad idea.

           “I kind of like the sound of that. I’ll talk to him about whether he’d be game.” Sam squeezed your shoulder before massaging your neck, admiring the boiler distractedly when you continued. “And seriously, thank you for fixing it.”

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Continue to Dreams, Chapter 8

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End to this and this, first part done by @randomly-a-fan (Ik y’all can see it but I really like to mention how amazing she is) <3

Ready or not, here I come

Pairings: The Voorheese’s family x The Creeper, Malon x The Creeper and most importantly Freddy Krueger x MJ, The Voorheese’s family and The Creeper

Warnings: Violence, gore, angst, description of drowning and some cuteness with The Creeper and Malon <:

this one's shorter

Don't hesitate to tell me if i did any mistakes, it would be greatly appreciated!

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“Alright… I’m ready.”

MJ said as she put herself comfortable on the mattress they put in the backyard. They didn’t want to have another broken window, so they took some precautions. It wasn’t windy, so with only a pillow and a small blanket, armed with a small knife, she fell asleep pretty easily once she clicked on the small button of the watch. The timer counted down from 10 minutes as they waited patiently, Malon back to colouring inside since they didn’t want her hurt.

-Dream Realm-

The brave woman looked around as she found herself into the boiler room, sweat starting to make her shirt stick to her back. MJ scanned everywhere as she tried to find him, with no success though. ''SHOW YOURSELF!! '' She screamed out as she did a 360 degree and tried to find any source of movement or indication that he was there. ''Missed me?'' A startled gasp escaped her as she felt his presence behind her. '7 minutes' The woman stepped back as she turned around to look at him, her now scared gaze fixated on his approaching figure. ''I think you better run, little MJ. '' The use of her surname made her panic a bit as she did just what he said, hoping that the 7 minutes would pass quickly and that she wouldn't die. As she was running, the scenery changed to the one of the cabin, which almost made her think she was awake until she didn't see anybody around. Almost knowing the woods by hand, she ran towards an opening, hearing the mocking laughters of the dream demon. Her heart was still racing as she abruptly fell upon... Crystal Lake's lake. She knew by the cabins that there was no mistake. The scenery was now of the lifeless camp and it brought her some bad memories, which she shook off as she waited for Freddy to come at her.

...

...Nothing.

'5 minutes'...

MJ took a big inhale as she waited, her body tense and her eyes wide open. She couldn't wait for this to finally be over and have a nice cuddling session with her husband, not in little pieces.. After another long wait, she started to step towards the water to wait for the demon to show himself. It was probably a really bad idea, but she couldn't stop herself. It was like something was tugging her towards the water, calling out to her. Panic filled her once again as she felt her feet starting to move on their own as soon as she tried to stop walking. Sudden realisation slapped her as she now had the water at her waist. ''Oh, no....... NO-!'' A silent scream left her as soon as she felt a hand on her ankle, dragging her down the depths, her arms falling miserably around the dirty water. The woman's pale eyes were still wide open as she looked down at Freddy's sadistic and burned face. ''.....!!! '' Her lungs started to burn terribly as MJ felt the lake entering them and taking her oxygen.... As a last attempt of protecting the ones she loves, she gripped his non-gloved hand with the last of her strength before she saw black.... The beeping of the watch faintly in the background as she felt the black engulfing her.

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Jason immediately took action as soon as he caught glimpse of a thin horizontal line of wetness on his wife's lower lip, turning her body to the side frantically. He couldn't lose her, not ever. He wasn't stupid as to what happened, which didn't help his panicked state. He opened her jaw, the beeping of the watch ignored as he tried to save her life. He couldn't believe that Freddy would really dare to try to kill MJ just because she's with him... But he wouldn't let him win. Knowing what to do Jason started CPR while looking for a pulse as his is racing. After some time, he was finally going to abandon until he heard and saw her regurgitating the almost cleear liquid and her brows furrow. With extremely high hopes and his heart still racing, he turned her to the side and patted her back, a smile under his masked face once he saw colours coming back to her face. ''W-what..... What ha-happened..? '' MJ whispered raspily as she looked up at her unknowingly crying husband. He obviously didn't answer as he hugged her, being mindful of her almost dying on him. The couple were so happy that they failed to hear the noise of metal behind them, until they heard the unmistakable screech of The Creepers as he almost jumped on Freddy who was now in the real world. Their heads whipped to the side as they looked almost shocked at the two creatures fighting, almost not believing they got him out again.

''Oh no-'' Everything came back to MJ as she buried her face into Jason's shoulder, tears staining his new jacket. After the corpse insident (If you haven't read it, the kids found a corpse in the woods and Jason buried it), Jason had gotten another jacket. It looked like his original one, but it was obviously newer. Back to the fight, The Creeper and The Nightmare looked completely exhausted, especially Freddy though. He looked like he was going to die right here, right now(Not like anybody minded) ,his burnt 'skin' bloodied and his clothes ripped. He even missed a freaking arm! For The Creeper, he only had some rips in his clothes and a big slash across his face from Freddy's glove. The creature's gaze was fixed on his prey as he bared his pointy teeth to him, making him step back. As they continued to attack each other, MJ looked down as she couldn't bear to see what would happen, a wince escaping her as she heard Freddy's mocking laughter for the last time before the unmistakable squelching of flesh ripping was heard. She... She just hoped he was really dead this time and that everything would be over... A relieved sigh escaped the woman's mouth once she saw their friend coming back, his appearance back to normal except for the holes in his clothes as he tried to unstuck a piece of flesh from his teeth (hehe). ''Is...Is he dead.....? '' She couldn't help but ask as she wouldn't look in the now corpse's direction. A small nod was all she got as a weight seemed to be lifted from her shouldesr. ''Don't.. Don't you think we should do something with the body? Like, maybe burn it?...To not take any chances...?'' The last part was almost whispered. He looked pensive before he nodded, her husband doing the same as he helped her up.

They wouldn't take any chances of him coming back to life once again. After making sure all his remains were burned, the trio walked back into the cabin with better moods and Jason gave The Creeper a shirt and some pants, the creature thanking him with an appreciative purr. They were pretty happy about the result and just hoped that it was really finished....As soon as Malon saw The Creeper emerging from the bathroom from his clothes, she jumped towards him with a giant smile, forgetting about her mother for a second as a smile came onto his face. It was really something special that he liked Malon, since he wouldn't hesitate to kill a child to feed. But the Voorhees' were happy that Malon had another adult in her life, even if he didn't always act like one.

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Food was served once everybody felt like eating and after they relaxed, Malon still playing with her friend in her room. The sky was starting to darken, which meant that it was almost time for Malon to go to sleep. So MJ decided that she would go see what they're doing. ''Mal-''

Her heart melted once she saw the two in the room, Malon in her PJs and tucked under the covers with The Creeper listening to her sleepily ramble about some things. As soon as he heard her, he turned his head with a small grin at the corner of his mouth, smelling the surprise on the woman. ''Huh.... Oh my... Thank you..'' She was speecheless. Still shocked, she smiled softly at the creature as he did the same, getting up the bed before he stopped in the doorway to give MJ a small head pat, which resulted in a chuckle escaping her. They walked to the door as Jason waved in the background. ''Have a good night, Creeper... Thank you so much for everything. '' You could hear the emotion as she was trying not to cry again. Once more, he nodded with another smile before he disappeared into the night with a wink and a content purr.

With a sigh and after closing the door, MJ plopped down beside her husband as they cuddled each other, enjoying the now calm night..

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Slasher Easter Imagines

Michael

When you became tasked with stuffing eggs for a community wide Easter egg hunt, you were less than thrilled.

That’s why Michael found you surrounded by plastic eggs and candy at midnight, piling filled eggs into a box.

You managed a half wave before taking a gulp of coffee and keeping on.

Michael remembered Easter from when he was a kid, but he didn’t care for it.

You looked downright miserable right now, so there was that. It couldn’t be too great of a holiday if you looked four minutes from dying.

Eventually you felt the burn his stare lessen, hearing another click accompany the monotonous clicking of plastic you had been hearing for what now felt like years.

You looked up in surprise, seeing Michael silently packing eggs with you.

You caught him stealing a lot of the candy, each time glaring and halfheartedly smacking his arm.

Any time you ate chocolate he swooped in to kiss you, which always threw you off rhythm and made it harder to work up the will to start again.

Michael definitely knew what he was doing to you.

When you finally finished, letting Michael keep most of his haul, but threatening him with great harm if he touched the remaining eggs, you dragged him off to bed.

Those little shits better enjoy the candy, and you definitely weren’t going to any more town meetings during the holidays.

Jason

Jason hadn’t had a real Easter since he was a kid, and due to his condition it was usually at his house with his mother.

You covertly spent a lot of your cash on plastic eggs and Jason’s favorite candies- finding these out had been a true chore.

You spent several nights avoiding traps and hiding eggs across the camp and woods.

You ended up caught red handed shoving colorful plastic eggs into a hollow of tree, que awkward smile and slow inch away.

When you had finally finished you shadowed him to keep him away from your cleaver hiding places.

(That’s a lie, you sucked at hiding eggs, but whatever.)

When the day finally came, you were vibrating.

Armed with a sack, you bugged Jason into hunting.

He got excited about it pretty quickly, slipping back into his childhood.

It was adorable.

You gave Jason bunny ears to wear, and while he didn’t understand, it made you happy, so he did.

You were out filling the sack with eggs all day, eventually retiring to the cabin to open them all.

10/10 you would do this again next Easter

(Eggs ended up washing up on the shores of the lake for the next few months. Oops.)

Freddy

Freddy remembered hiding eggs for his daughter back when he was alive, so Easter now left a bitter taste in his mouth.

You didn’t push it too much, but brought him a pink bunny, adorned with pipe cleaner finger knives, to ‘give some life to his dead world’

It chilled in the boiler room now.

You dreamed about Easter how you remembered it, leading Freddy through the memories.

You knew it made him sad, but he still smiled with you as little you tripped around in tiny church clothes and fought with other children as you tried to steal their haul.

“You were devious.” You laughed at that and leaned against your salty dream demon. “Still am.”

Easter probably wouldn’t be something big for you guys, but it was still nice.

Thomas

The Hewitts had never done too much for Easter.

There were a few community things when the boys were young, but all in all, Easter was all about the religious aspect and not the rabbit aspect.

Thomas didn’t understand why egg hunting and giant rabbits were a part of the holiday.

Truthfully, you didn’t really understand either.

All that aside, you still wanted to uphold some family traditions.

Making Chocolate eggs was a big thing in your family, and you wanted to make them with Thomas.

He had no idea what to do, so he mostly stood around and helped with the molds and mixing stuff.

You were adorable as you danced around the kitchen testing the fillings and mixing the chocolate, so Thomas enjoyed himself.

Kissing you tasted like chocolate mint.

The Hewitts got all the eggs, since you only had a few people to mail them to nowadays.

As a thank you, you attending the Hewitts annual birth and death of Jesus story, something rigidly upheld by Luda Mae.

Brahms

“Have you ever done a real Easter egg hunt?”

This needed rectified.

After forcing Brahms to sleep you hid eggs everywhere. Both easily found and cleverly hidden. You didn’t even remember half the places you thought of.

Brahms woke up to two eggs resting in the eyeholes of his mask and several shoved in his cardigan pockets.

“Take this, happy hunting!” You yelled, shoving a wicker basket in his arms and following him around like an excited child.

It was contagious.

“I thought you were the mature one.” You just smiled and shrugged.

As you explored the grounds, cheering Brahms on as he was forced to scale walls and stand on chairs- he had no idea how you hid half of these eggs- you told him about your Easter memories. From dressing up for church to running around with a basket to see who could get the most eggs.

He likes hearing about your fond memories.

“Just how many eggs did you hide?!”

“I lost count at 300.”

“W h y.”

The eggs contained candy, drawings, little knick knacks, and other random things.

“This egg has a button in it, Y/n. A single button.” “You responded with a boop to the nose of his mask.

You knew you’d be finding eggs for a long time, but hey, it’d be fun.

Brahms couldn’t leave and you didn’t want to leave him, so you guys just stayed in the whole day.

You introduced him to dyeing/painting eggs

His were masterpieces, yours were abstract.

(After stuffing eggs, supervising Easter egg hunts, and scrounging candy from children, I’m beat. I decided to give another holiday gift, slasher imagines! Fun fact: the chocolate eggs are actually a tradition in my family! They are chocolate eggs, dark, milk, or white, about the size of a fist that are filled with a creme that can be flavored in a variety of ways. It’s wild.

If there’s a slasher not in here that you want Easter fun with, just ask!

And send me asks!)

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[slashed-dreamzzz]

First, I'd like to say that I already love this blog! Second, how do you think the slashers would react to finding out that someone is forcibly trying to drag their s/o with them? Like, they think they're lost or in danger so they drag them with them. (Stay awesome!

The short answer is, they’re fucking pissed

Jason

-Jason couldn’t help but feel immensely worried for you every time a new batch of counselors came to the camp, the unknowing lambs lining up for slaughter. He always insisted that you take refuge in his own cabin while he was on a killing spree, and under no circumstances were you to venture outside and possibly be seen by a runaway victim. The last thing you wanted was for Jason to worry for no reason about you, so you agreed to obey the one and only request he ever made of you. There was only one time when you broke this sacred rule. One unbearably hot night, Jason had left to complete his grocery list of kills, and that left you all alone in a cabin with no AC. You guiltily gazed at the lake out in the distance, the prospect of any sort of relief from the heat too tempting to resist, and decided to go for a quick dip before Jason realized you had gone. Giddily running out to Crystal Lake, you stopped when the water reached your knees, basking in the coolness long desired after the sweltering day you had been through. Suddenly there was a splashing behind you, the person gasping for air. Before you could even turn around their hand had gripped your upper arms and was dragging you out of the lake. You were grunting at this intruder, trying to rip your arms out of their grasp but they only held on tighter. “Be quiet! There’s a fucking psycho on the loose, I’m getting us outta here!” You bristled at their words. That “fucking psycho” was your significant other, and you did not appreciate such slander against your precious Jason. Struggling even harder did naught, and you were forcibly dragged out of the lake as panic flooded your mind. Gathering your breath, you screamed for Jason as you were pulled further and further away, praying he would hear your plea. You dug your feet in the ground to prevent any more movement, but the intruder only yanked you along, shouting obscenities at your refusal to cooperate. Their grip on your arm was beginning to burn, and you let out a sob at the prospect of being whisked away by this stranger who refused to listen to you. All of a sudden you saw movement in the corner of your teary vision, and then before you could process anything the stranger was ripped away from your arm, and you looked up at the visage of your behemoth, looking absolutely furious by the way he held the intruder by their neck. Jason glanced back at you to make sure you were alright, but when he saw how you were crying because of this low-life scum, that did it. Jason tossed them to the ground and lifted his machete high in the air. You noticed how the moon glinted off the sharp blade before it was plunged into the intruder’s chest. Over and over again. You turned away from the gruesome sight, still shaking from the sobs that wracked your body. When the squelching noises finally ceased, you heard Jason’s slow footsteps coming closer, and felt his arms wrap around your frame from behind and pull you into his chest, the strong scent of iron nearly making you gag. You leaned back into him, and could only mutter a soft apology as a tear ran down your cheek.

Freddy

-You were well aware of what Freddy did in his spare time when he wasn’t with you, despite never seeing it in person. As much as the idea was supposed to be despicable, you pushed any guilty thoughts back into the dark recesses of your mind. Most nights were spent with just you and him, any and all indications of the horrible deeds he’s committed forgotten as you were taken in by his snarky words and dark humor that never failed to make you laugh. Unfortunately, this false sense of contentment was never meant to last. You were preparing for bed one night, wondering if tonight you would be able to enter the dream realm after some time of having just regular dreams. Settling under your covers, you closed your eyes and smiled slightly in anticipation of seeing your charming Freddy. After what seemed like seconds later, you were delighted to have woken up in the familiar boiler room, the red glow almost as welcoming as….Where was Freddy anyway? He was nowhere to be seen, and it was odd because he was always right there, waiting for you to wake up in the dream realm. You gave a slight frown, and began to realize that something felt…off. Normally all one could hear was that of the boilers, but this time you heard the distinct sound of rapid footsteps, coupled with a labored breathing. And it was getting closer. You braced yourself for whatever would come around the corner, and was confused to find another person come barreling towards you. You stood there, trying to make sense of this unexpected encounter when they skid to a stop a couple feet in front of you, their chest heaving with exertion. “What’s…going on here?” you started slowly, carefully approaching the exhausted runner. They gasped for breath before replying. “There’s…a fucking…killer…been chasing me ever since I fell asleep…” Your blood ran cold. This was one of Freddy’s soon-to-be victims. Merely knowing that he killed was one thing. But coming face to face with a real person being hunted, seeing the terrified look in their eyes and the tremble in their voice…It made you feel indescribable amounts of regret for your apathy. The runner’s voice broke you out of your trance, and they grabbed both your upper arms. “Listen…We can get outta here together if we somehow manage to wake ourselves up before…He gets us.” They held out their hand for you to take, a hopeful look replacing the hunted one they wore not moments before, a beacon of light beginning to shine in their eyes. Swallowing, you slowly reached out your own hand, but before you could take it a pair of claws exploded out from their chest, their mouth open in a silent scream. You pulled away and let out a shout of anguish as blood spurted onto you and the floor. Their body slumped forward to reveal your Freddy, cackling madly as he tossed their body to the side like a doll. “Thanks for distracting him, dollface. I might have even let him go, but that fucker was going to try and take you away, wasn’t he?” Freddy came and lifted his ungloved hand to cup your cheek, wiping away a stray spot of blood. “I can’t ever allow something like that to happen to you.”  He murmured lowly. You felt your throat constrict, but leaned into his touch as he continued to coo sweet nothings, unaware of the storm roiling inside your soul.

Michael

-Living in the Myers house wasn’t the most pleasant experience in the world. After years of abandonment, everything was cracked, chipped, pealing, and faded to a shell of its former cozy and home-like self. The dirty windows were incredibly drafty in the winter, what was left of the curtains were moth-bitten scraps, and the rotten floorboards were just a hair away from crumbling under one’s feet if they didn’t tread carefully enough.Yet despite all of this, Michael still insisted on keeping residence in his former home. Time and time again you tried in vain to convince him to leave, but in the end you realized that this was probably the best option for Michael to hide out from prying police. So because of this, you spent time more often than not in the decrepit house, slowly working to transform it into something more habitable for your Michael. Ah, the things you do for love. One day you had been scrubbing down the kitchen floor, trying your best to get rid of those long lasting stains. You weren’t sure where Michael had decided to run off to, but you figured he was close enough since he didn’t tend to wander very far anyway. Dumping a sponge back into the bucket full of soapy water, you wrung it out slightly and began your efforts to clean once again, your knuckles coated in suds. A piece of hair fell in front of your eyes, and you gave a huff, trying to blow it out of the way. After a couple more minutes of futile scrubbing (damn these stupid checkered tiles), you heard the front door open and close carefully. Oh, Michael was home. You could have him try and help clean for once. Knees creaking, you slowly got up and winced, having been kneeling on the hard ground for too long. You wiped your hands on your pants, not caring since you looked like crap anyway from cleaning for more than a few hours now. “Michael, wanna come in here and-” you started to say, but stopped when you saw a random person instead. You froze, the rest of your sentence lost on the tip of your tongue. The intruder seemed just as surprised as you were, stopping dead in their tracks. ‘Wow, I honestly didn’t think anyone would be in here of all places…” The stranger muttered, looking up and down your form. You clenched your fists, angry that some rando had the gall to intrude upon yours and Michael’s space without a second thought. Sure it looked abandoned on the outside, but weren’t people not supposed to enter anyway? At least you had Michael’s permission to come and go as you pleased. This person, however, did most certainly not. “You need to leave. Now.” That was all you could manage to spit out without completely losing your cool, your words clipped and rough. The stranger just looked at you funny, and then widened their eyes. “Don’t tell me….You’re being held hostage by Michael fucking Myers?! Look, don’t worry, I’m gonna get you outta here and then we’re calling the police.” Your blood froze. No, calling the police would be a very bad, bad idea. Before you could react, the person had grabbed your wrist and was pulling you towards the front door, completely oblivious to your growls of protest. “Leave me the fuck alone, I’m not a damn hostage-!” The guy just ignored you, looking at you with a pitying expression instead. Unable to wrench free, you did the only thing you could. You screamed for Michael at the top of your lungs. By this time you and the stranger were outside on the porch, headed towards the street. Stumbling down the porch steps, you were just about to give up all hope when, all of a sudden, Michael stepped out from a neighboring hedge and blocked the pathway to the road. The intruder stopped dead in his tracks while you gave an audible sigh of relief. Michael looked between you and the intruder, and paused when he saw the visible anguish twisting your features. How dare this filth touch you, and by the looks of it, steal his precious other half away from him? His grip on the knife tightened, and he took only a few long strides to grab onto the stranger and roughly yank him off you, tossing him against the house in a loud thud. You stumbled back, rubbing your wrist gently as you watched Michael approach the trembling stranger, raising his knife above his head before bringing it down into his head. Blood began to drip in copious amounts down his face, and he slumped back against the house, well and truly dead. You ran to Michael’s side and hugged him fiercely, never having remembered a time when you were more grateful for any other person. Michael was still, but raised a bloody hand and stroked your hair softly, glaring down at the dead body and vowing the same fate on any others foolish enough to invade his terf again.

Leatherface

-Despite what most people complained about, you were enraptured with the bare Texan landscape that had become your new home. No one for miles, acres of land as far as the eyes could see, and the big blue sky overseeing it all like a picturesque postcard. Not to mention the beautiful nighttime scenery with a multitude of stars visible, minuscule jewels lining the velvet of night. You always pleaded for Bubba to go on long walks with you to take in the scenery, and also because you loved spending as much as you could with your chubby butcher. Bubba was happy to make you happy, so he usually agreed to your request to take a walk around the Sawyer property. Your favorite time of day to do so was just as the sun was setting, the colors bleeding into one another to create a watercolor of warm hues surrounding the red sun. It was a sight you never wanted to miss. Unfortunately, when you asked Bubba to accompany you, he gave a sad grunt, shaking his head and motioning towards the basement. Ah, he probably had some last minute meat to cut and package. You gave him a sweet smile as he hung his head as an apology, putting a hand on his chest. “Aw, don’t worry about it honey. I won’t be too long, okay?” You pecked him where his lips would be, and giving a little wave headed out the door in the late summer haze. You took a deep breath, and exhaled. Fresh air was always welcome after spending almost all day in the Sawyer house that, no matter how much you cleaned, held a slight stench of rust. The fields stretched for miles, seemingly going on forever and only ending at the sunset. Walking down the porch steps, you began your atmospheric trek. Eventually, you found yourself quite near the road, having wandered a bit farther than usual. A car was passing by, its headlights nearly blinding you, and to your surprise it came to a slow stop, the man leaning out the window and asking if you were lost. You smiled and replied in the negative, saying that it was late and you should be getting home soon anyway. The man, however, insisted that he show you back and get you there safe before darkness completely enveloped the sky. Your stomach began to twist into knots, knowing the fate that awaited the man should be go back with you. Backing away quickly, you shouted an apology and began walking swiftly towards the way you came, back to the house. You managed to return before nighttime, panting and sweating just a bit from the heat. There didn’t seem to be anyone else home, so instead of looking for them you headed to the bathroom to wash up and scrub the dust and sweat from your face. Not too long later, you distinctly heard the scream of a man come from outside the house. You flinched. That must be Bubba doing his job. A shout of anger, the sounds of scuffling before a chainsaw revving caught your attention, and the front door burst open.You jumped, only to recognize the face of the man who had stopped for you not an hour ago. He must have remembered you as well, because he grabbed your hand, panting that he’d get the two of you out of here. “Did he kidnap you too? I was stopped by this hitchhiker, and the rest just went to shit...” You gently tried to pry him off you, tugging away from the door and warning him to let go. He didn’t act like he heard you, and kept going to and out the front door. Bubba was waiting with his chainsaw raised, but when he saw you in the grasp of this man, he went berserk. The guy slammed the door shut and raced towards the back of the house with you in tow. The sound of a door splintering was heard behind you, and Bubba’s howls of anger rang in your ears. Your heart broke, and with a final, harsh yank. you ripped away from the man and ran back towards Bubba. Getting behind Bubba, you fearfully watched as the guy came back to retrieve you, and before he could utter another words Bubba ran his chainsaw right through his abdomen, lifting it up and up to split him from the waist in half. Blood drenched the floor and rug, and the body parts fell with a disgusting splotch. Bubba’s chest was heaving, saw dripping crimson tears onto his shoes. You backed away and slid down a wall, body trembling uncontrollably as sobs came unbidden. Bubba dropped his saw and kneeled down to comfort your shaking form, muttering incoherent words meant to ease your shock and hugging you tightly against his large chest. You gripped onto his dirty shirt and let out a choked sob, wanting nothing more than to go back to the peaceful Texan landscape, and wander forever to forget the twisted reality you refused to acknowledge.

#jason vorhees #friday the 13th #freddy krueger #a nightmare on elm street #michael myers #halloween #leatherface #texas chainsaw massacre #slasher imagines #my writing

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Can Luxury Travel be Sustainable? What I Learnt Staying at Spice Village, Thekkady.

Sustainable luxury travel sounds like an oxymoron, but it doesn’t have to be. One sustainable luxury hotel in Kerala is showing the way.

As a travel writer, I’ve had the chance to sample many high-end accommodations and luxury wildlife lodges. Despite the comfort and pampering, I’ve often left feeling conflicted about their enormous environmental footprint.

Those cards floating about in the rooms, saying they care about the environment and wouldn’t want to wash sheets and towels everyday, that’s mostly greenwashing.

Also read: Sustainable Travel Tips for Authentic, Meaningful Experiences on the Road

Sustainable luxury travel – the idea that high-end comfort can coexist with sustainable practices.

What is sustainable luxury travel anyway?

Simply put, it is the idea that high-end comfort can coexist with eco-friendly, socially-conscious, low-impact tourism practices.

Is luxury travel in India sustainable?

Unfortunately, most luxury hotels in India tend to generate huge amounts of single-use plastic trash through bottled water and toiletries. Many don’t bother to segregate their waste, contributing to landfill and ocean dumps. And the carbon emissions generated by their indiscriminate use of electricity, air-conditioned rooms and food imported from around the world are significant. Sustainable tourism examples in the luxury space are only a handful.

As someone who tends to gravitate towards small, eco-friendly homestays, I suppose I’ve often looked at luxury travel in India – and elsewhere – with a critical eye. But that changed when I visited Spice Village in Thekkady last year. Here’s why:

The cozy huts at Spice Village are thatched and cooled naturally with dried elephant grass

Grown and harvested with the support of the forest department. It helps create a fire line to control the spread of forest fires.

Located just across the Periyar Tiger Reserve in Thekkady

Perfect for an early morning walk in the forest with a local guide and ranger. We saw a tiger kill on ours

The art of natural cooling was once practiced by the local Mannan tribe – but nearly forgotten

Until Spice Village decided to recreate their traditional architecture, eliminating the need for an air conditioner even on hot, sunny days! The thatch has to be replaced every alternate year, creating employment and continued practice for local tribesmen who have unfortunately replaced their own thatched roofs with concrete.

Nearly 75% of all electricity at Spice Village comes from solar energy

Used for powering the rooms and huge boilers for hot water. Instead of storing the excess energy in batteries, it is channeled to the grid for debit at night and in the monsoon months.

After estimating that the resort discards 45,000 plastic mineral water bottles annually, they installed their own RO filtration and bottling plant

Filtration is done via reverse osmosis, then bio dynamization adds mineral back to the water. Drinking water is now served only in glass bottles – perhaps the first hotel of this size in India to do so!

Instead of single-use plastic, toiletries are available in cute, reusable ceramic jars, along with paper-wrapped handmade soaps

All waste is segregated and sent for recycling, composted for manure or made into biogas for cooking

According to an estimate by Spice Village, 250-400 kg of food waste is composted annually, using vermi composting and micro organism composting. Do other big hotels send that much or more unsegregated waste into landfills?

Rainwater harvesting and a well on site supports almost all water needs

All sewage generated by the resort is recycled, converted into odorless waste water and used to irrigate the organic garden

Building a circular system from rainwater to waste water to organic produce to compost for manure and biogas for cooking.

Old newspapers and magazines are recycled in-house into handmade paper, and used for stationary

I was blown away by the handmade paper unit, where travellers can try their hand at making recycled paper! This handmade paper is used for guest registration, scribble pads in the rooms and the outer layer of pens (though the refill is still plastic).

Much of the furniture is handcrafted from recycled pine wood

Over 50% of staff is employed locally, from the towns and villages of Idukki district

Photographed here is Baby with his wife, who oversees sourcing from local entrepreneurs.

And many everyday supplies are sourced from rural entrepreneurs

I was lucky enough to go behind the scenes and meet some entrepreneurs who supply reusable cloth bags, dustbin liners, paapad (poppadum) and candles. Hearing about their journey, from joining Kerala’s Responsible Tourism Mission training, to setting up their own small business, to supplying in bulk to Spice Village and gradually scaling up, was incredibly inspiring.

One of the two restaurants at Spice Village serves seasonal food sourced ONLY within 50 miles!

The in-house organic farm grows all kinds of herbs and leafy greens, while women in nearby villages supply pesticide-free veggies from their kitchen gardens. The chefs actually climb trees in the backyard for truly farm-to-table meals! I only wish there was a greater focus on vegan food, given the high footprint of meat, seafood and dairy.

After the lockdown, Spice Village has been reopening slowly – 40 out of 52 rooms are now open with serious covid-safety measures in place

Spread out over 12 acres of forest and spice plantation, the huts are naturally geared towards social distancing. Rooms are thoroughly sanitized and the staff encouraged to wear masks indoors. Safety protocols laid out by WHO, industry experts and the government are being followed closely.

While international travel remains a distant dream, so many incredible, less-explored, eco-friendly, socially-inclusive gems await in our own backyard in India…

Tourism – whether its family luxury travel or solo luxury travel – if done right, can help protect the local way of life, create respectable employment opportunities and positively impact the environment. Spice Village is showing the way!

Have you experienced sustainable luxury travel in India or elsewhere? Is Spice Village on your bucket list?

*Note: I was hosted by CGH Earth at Spice Village. Lucky me!

Also read:

What India (and the World) Can Learn From Sustainable Tourism in Kerala

Can Responsible Tourism Challenge Patriarchy in India?

Offbeat, Incredible and Sustainable: These Travel Companies are Changing the Way We Experience India

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Dangan Ronpa V3 Chapter 5: Free Time and also Probably Shit Going Down

Last time Kaito came up with a Bad Idea, and Maki’s tragic backstory was even more so. Let’s go hang out with Keebo now.

Keebo’s lack of super strength is because of an accident during trial production of what became, well, Keebo. Interesting.

Keebo’s eyesight is average, his strength is lacking, but he must have some cool functions! Like, if we put our hand up to his mouth, he, um, starts making a weird noise? Ah, his “breath” from his mouth functions as a dryer. More interestingly, both his hands can turn into multi-tool devices. 10 tools for each hand. His fingers can detect aromas, like a human nose can, and he has a built in music player. But the thing he’s most proud of is his design. It’s compact and lightweight, allowing him to move around like a human AND have all those functions.

Night-time announcement, huh? Featuring no one at all. Monokuma’s already waiting for us at the gym, I bet.

Outside we meet up with Tsumugi, who is wondering if the parts in Keebo’s lab can be used to give him combat abilities so he can support Maki in the conflict…Keebo said he doesn’t want any sci-fi upgrades, though, so most cool stuff is out.

In the gym, there’s a pile of weapons from Maki’s lab. Kaito starts to give an encouraging speech about ending the killing game, but is interrupted by a familiar laugh. Good news: it isn’t Monokuma. Bad news: it’s Kokichi. And he is also planning to end the killing game. I somehow doubt he intends for us to escape, however…

Kokichi came prepared with some weapons of his own. Four mallets and a grenade. Fuck.

Kokichi threatens to blow us all up if we make any sudden moves. As for why he’s here, it has to do with the regulations. The killing game will continue until there’s only two people left. But, there’s nothing in the regulations (this time around) limiting a potential culprit to a certain number of victims. Which means…Kokichi can kill us all and beat Monokuma all in one swift move.

Kokichi offers to let us survive, though. One of us. If a maximum of two people can survive, then only everyone other than Kokichi and that person will have to die. Someone could theoretically save themselves. Whoever raises their hand first will get to live.

We all refute his offer, of course. But Kokichi thought we’d do that. He just wanted to see if we were as determined to not kill as we were making ourselves out to be. And then he offers to lead us to the Ultimate Anti-Monokuma Weapons, which we can use to beat Monokuma. Electrohammers. Miu’s final invention. One hit from them disables any electronic machine on contact. Watch out, Keebo!

Something’s weird here. If Miu made these, why didn’t she fight Monokuma and the Kubs with them rather than taking part in the killing game?

When Kokichi asked Miu to make these, she did, but refused to fight alongside everyone. She thought someone would betray her for sure. Plus, the Exisals were still active.

So Miu made the electrohammers. Kokichi’s bomb, too. The bomb is called an Electrobomb. When detonated, it scatters particles that interfere with electromagnetic waves. It disrupts electronic devices within 50 yards for up to two hours. It doesn’t leave behind debris, and there’s 3 of them. As for the hammers, once Monokuma is taken care of, we can use them to fight our way through the underground tunnel and escape. They’ve got limited battery, so if used against, let’s say, an Exisal, they’d work but also become regular mallets afterwards. It takes 24 hours to recharge.

Kokichi denies knowing anything about writing the horse a message in the courtyard, even though it clearly has his name on it. If he’d written the message, wouldn’t people suspect he was the mastermind? So then, what motivation would he have to write it? He claims it was probably Monokuma’s doing.

Maki’s had enough, and in an instant, has picked Kokichi up by his throat. She isn’t buying a word he says. She only lets him go after Kaito yells at her to stop. If she kills him, she’ll be executed, and the killing game will have continued. Kokichi claims we’re all his friends, and walks away, leaving the electrohammers behind. Yeah, I’m not convinced.

Maki tells us not to believe a word Kokichi says. But Kaito is considering it. He’s almost out of time, though the way he phrases it makes it sounds like the time limit is Monokuma and not himself. We all decide to at least try it. We grab the hammers and go. Everyone is too excited to notice that we left the huge pile of weapons behind in the gym.

In the boiler room, Keebo is concerned about the hammers with regards to himself. Not the right time to try it, Keebo.

Down the manhole! Kaito is excited because if we escape, we can finally fulfill Kaede’s wish.

After several tries, we make it through. At the end is an electric barrier covering a door that looks eerily like the one at the entrance of Hope’s Peak in DR1. We don’t have a passcode for the terminal, so we opt to open it via electrohammer. Beyond the door is the outside world, and boy does it look to be in bad shape. Everything is lit by the ominous red glow of fire and meteorites, and there’s not a living soul to be seen. And there’s no breathable air. We quickly collapse, but before we can suffocate, the door closes and locks. As we force our eyes open, we see that Kokichi followed us. He’s ready now to tell us the truth we’ve all been trying to reach. That the outside world we were trying to reach no longer exists.

Meteorites, raining down on Earth. When Kokichi says “end of the world”, he isn’t exaggerating. And in the end, the leaders of every nation on Earth gathered to create the Gofer Project. A project to build a space-faring vessel, and put humanity’s last hope on it, and hope that one day it would find a habitable planet. In other words, we’re all that’s left – everyone else is dead. That’s what Shuichi’s memory of “I want to die with everyone else” was. He wasn’t the only one. In order to avoid the awful fate of surviving alone, the Ultimates erased their memories. This was around the same time that a certain cult was rising in power. A cult that believed humanity deserved its encroaching extinction. In order to sabotage the Gofer project, the Ultimate Hunt began. To counter that, the government claimed all the 16 students had died, hence the funeral memory. And so the project went forward. The Ark launched, and it left behind a planet which, before long, had no one left on it. The Ark, also known as The Ultimate Academy For Gifted Juveniles. A spaceship colony hosting the remnants of the human race.

But the Gofer Project had made a mistake. A horrible, terrible, mistake. Out of the sixteen survivors of the human race, one of them was secretly the leader of the cult. It was they who prepared Monokuma. The students were only supposed to wake up from their cryogenic sleep once the Ark found a suitable planet, but Monokuma returned the Ark to Earth.

So there It is. The horrible truth. We still don’t know Rantaro’s talent, though. I somehow doubt it was Ultimate Cultist or something really obvious.

And it only gets worse from there. Not only was the ruined hellscape we just saw Earth, but it’s Earth hundreds of years in the future. We’d been cryogenically frozen for centuries.

On this Earth there’s no lifeforms but us. No oxygen either, hence us almost dying. The rest of humanity went extinct hundreds of years ago. Our family, our friends…they’re all dead. And that’s the secret of the outside world.

And one final thing. The cult leader wasn’t Rantaro after all. Instead, it was the other possibility that I thought of. Kokichi Oma. Finally, the title of Ultimate Supreme Leader makes sense.

Kokichi ran the cult. Kokichi had Monokuma and the Kubs created. Kokichi is the mastermind behind our entire situation. After all, why ruin the Gofer project when you can utterly destroy it? That’s why Kokichi wanted the 16 last humans alive, himself included, to kill each other and fall into despair.

We refuse to believe this, so Kokichi decides to prove it. He takes a remote control out of his pocket, presses a button, and summons the Exisals. And just because the Kubs were the only ones who could control the Exisals doesn’t mean that rule applies to the mastermind…

Kokichi was so excited to see everyone’s faces when they realized he was the mastermind. To hint at it, he left the “horse a” message.

Kaito goes to fight back against the Exisals with the electrohammer, but all the hammers power down at once. Kaito, screaming in futile rage, rushes at Kokichi. Shuichi and Maki can only watch in horror as one of the Exisals smashes it’s hand into him. Kaito is alive, thankfully, but now Kokichi has ensured that we see how useless defying him is. Ironic thing is, the Exisals were meant to protect us, in case of danger on other planets. Of course.

Maki leaps into action to save Kaito. Shuichi attempts to stop her, but *Silver the Hedgehog voice* IT’S NO USE

OK, we managed to convince her. But still, what now?

Kokichi got bored of the killing game. That’s why he decided to reveal the truth. And now that he’s seen our despair, he’s satisfied. We can do whatever we like. Kill, don’t kill. Live on, commit suicide. Be friends, be enemies. He doesn’t care anymore.

The End Wall showed us the outside world beyond it, but that was as much a lie as anything else. It’s a pretty picture that simulates the outside world.

Kokichi plans to imprison Kaito somewhere. His hotbloodedness could convince us to rise up against Kokichi, and also could cause problems that might make the killing start again. He forces us to hand over the remote control for the Exisal hangar, where he plans to imprison Kaito. Maki tells us not to, but we end up doing so anyways. There goes our other significant friendship. Shit.

We try talking to the others. Keebo’s panicking, Tsumugi’s falling apart, Himiko is sobbing and has once again lost the will to live, Maki thinks we’re a coward, and Shuichi can’t bring himself to fight back against Kokichi, because what’s the point?

The killing game we played, and everyone’s deaths, were all pointless. Kaede’s wish has disappeared into the void. All we have now is despair.

Each of us goes back to our rooms, empty and broken.

And when morning comes, the announcement plays, but no one is there. Monokuma is simply no longer needed. We lie in bed all die, staring blankly at the ceiling, till the evening announcement goes off.

When morning comes, Shuichi doesn’t get up. He just lies there, wondering if it’s even worth doing anything. Eventually, he comes to the conclusion that it’s probably better to just kill himself and be done with it. But as that thought comes into his mind, his doorbell rings. It’s Maki. She tells him to go to the dining hall, where everyone is waiting. Shuichi’s curiosity gets the better of him and he goes.

Five people. Kaito’s not here, Kokichi’s not here. Everyone looks the same: dead inside. We can barely exchange greetings before the conversation turns to the most painless way we can kill ourselves.

Maki found the flashback light. Where?

On top of the table in the dining hall? She just found it there. Weird.

Maki offers to help us all die peacefully, on the condition that we check the flashback light first. If we’re all going to die, we might as well finish all our business before we do. So that we can die without regrets. And it can’t be dangerous, can it? There’s nothing for us to lose anymore. There’s not even a shred of hope anywhere.

We turn it on, and the light envelops us. And we remember. Everything is connected. And in that memory, we see a building.

That’s…that’s Hope’s Peak Academy. No mistaking it. I suddenly don’t understand anything?

The Tragedy…and the person who caused the it, Junko Enoshima. I fucking knew she’d be involved in this! Ever since I saw the words “Neo World Program”. No, before that. When a new Dangan Ronpa game was announced. Even after it was stated to be separate from the rest of the series…I knew. I just knew Junko Enoshima would be involved.

At some point after Dangan Ronpa 3, the world was at peace once again. And then the meteorites came. People started to despair, and the Remnants of Despair rose again. (Presumably different remnants than the DR2 cast, though.) The Future Foundation faltered in the face of the new despair. But then, the Gofer Project started. A project that promised some measure of hope. A project inspired by hope, to protect hope. A project headed by a man known as the Ultimate Hope.

And so, Makoto Naegi selected 16 Ultimates from Hope’s Peak Academy to escape the devastation of planet Earth. 16 of his students…the main characters of this very game.

Much like its previous incarnations, Hope’s Peak Academy only selected Ultimate students to attend, and tried to cultivate those talents. The reason Dangan Ronpa 3: Hope Arc was so unsatisfying, why it seemed like Makoto was repeating the mistakes of the past? He was. Goddamit, Mak Naggy.

But it wasn’t that the Ultimates were in the same class or anything. It was that they were the only 16 students of Hope’s Peak left. All others, and most of humanity, had succumbed to the virus. Yet, strangely enough, the 16 of us were immune to the virus. And that’s the truth connecting that world to this one. But that means that the Ultimate Supreme Leader, Kokichi Oma…he could only have been the leader of the new Remnants of Despair. Kokichi Oma is a follower of Junko Enoshima.

But something is strange. If this was meant to be another killing game, one between hope and despair, that would mirror the one at Hope’s Peak, why did Kokichi abandon it?

Maki has her doubts about something…she won’t tell us what.

But even after all those memories, we still don’t have any hope. Keebo lives up to his name and suggests we become that hope.

Keebo. Hope. And he says his inner voice told him that he could not abandon hope. Could there be another AI inside Keebo? Something along the lines of a Makoto Naegi version of Alter Ego?

We all get pumped up to live on and defeat despair. Which makes it strange that Kokichi would have left us this flashback light.

The plan is to stop Kokichi, save Kaito, and defeat despair. Kokichi is in the Exisal hangar, the same place Kaito’s being held. The barrier is still there, but if we use the electrohammer, we can disable it. The alarm can be disabled via electrobomb. We’ve got one of those because Maki stole it from Kokichi’s pocket when grabbing him by the throat. The electrobomb will also prevent Kokichi from using the Exisals. We need to charge our electrohammers in case of Exisals being piloted manually by Kokichi. Maki plans to kill Kokichi, but everyone tells her not to. She compromises by saying she’ll only kill him if she has to. So, we’ll rescue Kaito, and the three of us will train together again. (Calling it now, Kokichi’s gonna have Kaito lying under an Exisals foot or something, and Maki’s gonna set off the electrobomb, and the Exisal will stop working and fall on Kaito, killing him, and Maki will be executed.)

We go back to our room, but decide that while we wait for the electrohammers to charge, we’ll scout out the area around the Exisal hangar. Which we will do next time!

I’m gonna go mourn every previous Dangan Ronpa good guy now, cause apparently they’re all dead. WELP.

#Dangan Ronpa #Dangan Ronpa V3 #Danganronpa V3 #I'm just in a state of shock from all that

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It’s Raining Awkwardness

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G has been kicked out of his apartment, a couple of days before, due to the combination of him not being able to pay his bills, to get a good-paying job and the fact that humans were still pretty pissy about monsters. If you were in his shoes, you would probably consider this G's downfall. However, to him, it really wasn't that big of a deal. At first, he thought he'd just wander off random places and wait until he saved up enough money to actually be able to pay his next bills in his next apartment, basically live as a hobo for the time being. But, unfortunately, it started raining today, A LOT. So, he decided to take shelter in a random person's house by knocking on doors, maybe he could even stay there for a little bit until he manages to settle himself. Unfortunately, no luck so far, it was kind of inevitable, the city inhabited much more humans than monsters. Yumi on her end was watching the rain fall, relaxing by doodling random things on paper, as she usually does on rainy days. Suddenly, she hears the buzzing sound of her door. Who could this be at this hour? The buzzing is persistent, maybe even annoying.

"Alright, sheesh!" she shouts while descending the stairs.

"Yes, hel--! Holy--!" She didn't expect to meet a monster at this hour and this soaking wet. Let alone a skeleton, they're rare, after all. “Are you okay??” she asked the other. *... “N-nevermind... that was a stupid question.” she replied to herself, nervously. He had a cold stare the entire time, she could guess that he wasn't particularly happy about his situation, whatever that was. However, she didn't know that the cold stare was due to him stumbling upon a human... again... he was sure, he would be rejected again, however, he took a moment before deciding to take a chance again, making it quick this time. *...Look, I need a place to stay for a bit. he finally answered. “W-wait wha--? *I can cook, clean, watch your kids... whatever... for free, other than shelter. he continued, cutting her off. “H-hold on--!” she pleaded. *I don't need to stay for long if you don't want me to. he didn't stop talking. “H-hey!” she desperately wanted to say something. *I do have small jobs, so I can get out and give you some space if you don't want me arrou--. "I SAID, HOLD ON!!” she shouted as loud as she could to make him stop talking.

Ah yes, G was ready for this, humans are prone to get a bit aggressive, it probably didn't help that he was cutting her off. Having a less cold stare, he lifted his hands apologetically before actually apologizing. Unfortunately, his monotonous tone wouldn't convince anyone.

*I am so sorry, lady, to have angered you... I will leave no--.

Suddenly, he was yanked inside from his coat's collar by Yumi. She was very frustrated by this skeletal monster not listening to her for even a second. She let out a weird noise, signifying her annoyance and lack of patience for this strange man. She was going to accept, dammit! Why couldn't he just shut the hell up for more than one second so she could respond? Fucking hell. G, on the other hand, was shocked by this sudden action. I mean, who wouldn't?

After hearing the screeching of the water boiler, Yumi proceeds to take two mugs, pour the boiling water in them and some tea leaves she had dried a while ago. 

The entire time that the water was boiling, G has stayed awkwardly silent. Yumi was clearly uncomfortable, I mean, who wouldn’t he didn’t even say a word when she told him that she had no problem with him staying for a while. Well, he did show surprise when she didn’t need a reason wy he needed a place to stay. His immediate thought was that this woman was crazy. Sure, he was a trustworthy guy, but he didn’t look trustworthy and he didn’t even have the time to seem trustworthy to her. Or, at least, he doesn’t think so. 

“Here you go.” she says, giving him a mug and a warm smile. *Oh. Thanks. he replies, almost startled.

The mug was labeled “Best Sis”, it was given by her twin brother, Yoru.

“So... what’s your name?” she finally asks. *... “G”. But, you can call me whatever you like. he answers coldly. “Well... I’m Yumi Kizui. And I’m gonna call you ‘Gilbert’.” she giggles.

He quickly changed his emotionless expression to a mix of confusion and cringe. She was about to laugh it off but his face was so off-putting that she regretted making a joke like that. I mean, he did say “whatever you want”.

*Why...? “It was a joke!” she shouts awkwardly.

Geez, she tried to make the atmosphere less awkward but it seems like, not only was it more difficult than she thought but, it made things worse.

“A-anyway... the bathroom is in the corridor, first door on your right if you want to wash the rain off. You might catch a--”

She cut herself. Hold on, this is a monster, Yumi.

“Wait, can monsters even catch a cold?? Do skeletons even use human soap!?” she asks loudly, thinking out loud, a bit in a panic. *Sort of...? And... yes? he answers, clearly confused. “O-oh um... okay. Sorry for the sudden outburst.” she chuckles awkwardly. *It’s... fine?? he gave a confused smile

She really didn’t mean to say that out loud, she has the tendency to do that due to her being used to being alone. Of course, she could sense how much G was weirded out by her, this made her even more embarrassed. However, G didn’t actually mind too much, despite his discomfort, she did seem like a genuinely kind person, at least.

After another session of awkward silence, G finishes his tea and immediately heads towards the bathroom. After a few minutes of trying to figure out Yumi’s strange shower’s function, G gives up and decides to ask for help.

*Yumi! How the hell do you turn on the shower!? “Alright, I’m coming.” she says, getting up from the sofa.

She heads towards the bathroom and opens the door to instruct him that it was really easy to use. I mean, all you had to do was pull the lever upwards.

“You just need to--” *Uh--

SLAM!

Immediately after opening it, she closes it within a fraction of a second, as soon as she realized that G was not clothed... like, at all. 

“S-s-sorry! I-I forgot to ask!” she shouts, hiding behind the shut door and completely red. *I-it’s fine...

Sure it was still a bit embarrassing to have someone walk in while you are naked but when you’re not that type of skeleton, you don’t have that kinda stuff to hide. 

After that entire shenanigan happened and G was showered, Yumi had just finished preparing some dinner for the both of them. She was still a bit embarrassed about earlier, but she tried to hide it the most she could. G, on the other hand, has gotten over it pretty quickly.

“U-um, hey, I made some mac ‘n’ cheese. Sorry if it tastes a bit... weird. I’m not very good at cooking.” she chuckles slightly awkwardly. *No, that’s-- wait... You know I can’t eat human food, right? “Oh, that’s not a problem. I-I’m a... a wizard?”  *You mean...? “Yeah! I can use magic. I mean... I-I’m not very good at it but... I can cook.” she smiles unconfidently.

Somewhat.

*Huh... interesting. “I mean... I guess? Since they’re rare and all.” she chuckles a bit.

Well, that’s convenient for him, things will be a lot less complicated. How the hell was this man so lucky when things are going pretty badly for him, right now? Well, nonsensical or not, it was pretty ironic.

“A-anyway, we should eat. It’s getting kinda late, now.” *Oh. Right. he snaps out of his thoughts.

They both sit down and start eating silently. As the atmosphere dense, G cuts it off by seemingly having more questions about Yumi’s “wizardry. Not that he didn’t believe her.

*So... what magic do you use, anyway? he asks, taking a bite. “Oh! Um... I kinda just... draw things? With my hand? And they sort of turn real? Sorry, it’s kinda... hard to explain.” she smiles nervously. *... Do you mind showing me instead? he tilts his head curiously, pointing his fork at her. “I mean, I would but... I-I can’t... control it very well.” she taps her fork on her plate. *Oh? I could train you if you want. “Seriously??”

Suddenly, her unconfident attitude was replaced by this very enthusiastic and an almost child-like excited expression. It was almost too sudden as it caught him off guard. He almost found it cute, but he blocked off the thought almost immediately. He didn’t really want to get close to her, he wasn’t planning on staying long, after all. However, he couldn’t even hold in a light chuckle.

*Sure. It’s the least I can do... I guess. he smiles, shrugging. “Ah, but... I dunno. I don’t really use my magic that often.” she thinks, putting her index on her chin. *Whatever, you feel like. he shrugs a bit more coldly. “I’ll... think about it.” she smiles awkwardly. *That’s fine by me.

She doesn’t know why, but the cold way G was acting bothered Yumi. I mean, she knows that it’s normal, so why make it even more uneasy to yourself? She has no idea but, it was so weird that one second he seemed like a cool guy and the other he a cold ass-ish guy. Either way, they continue the rest of their meal in silence. Well... until G abruptly restarts another conversation.

*By the way--

Yumi jolts and almost let’s out a curse because of how mortified she was by his sudden dialogue continuation. Noticing this, G feels a bit awkward, he didn’t mean to scare her that much. Or at all, actually.

*U-uh... sorry. I just wanted to know where I was sleeping. he smiles awkwardly. “O-oh! U-u-ummm... oh, right. I have a sofa-bed that you can sleep in the living room with. S-sorry. she smiles nervously. *Eh... It’s good enough. he smiles, shrugging. “Do you, um... want me to install it now?” she asks nervously. *Yeah. Sure. he replies nonchalantly. “... O-okay.”

Jesus Christ, why is this so fucking awkward??

#event #yumi kizui #g!sans #gill sans #Purple Bones #past #two-in-one-skele

[studio-chaos]

Get ready for a long ass description So something's you should know.  -Toxoplasma Gondii -Mind Control -Diseases -Cures - Mutations -AI (I mean like a main computer that controls the whole facility and every electronic devices it's connected to or has access to by hacking)  -This is gonna have a hella lot of errors SO bear with me N.I.A was a AI that was used for a S.E.R.P.E.N.T facility, the facility was more or less disease control/ containment building. In this facility the scientists made cures, new diseases (locked away safely), new lifeforms etc. They had a AI that monitored the experiments and projects and took note of everything they were working on. They called the feminine AI Nia (Nee - Ya) or just N.I.A, she had no preference. The new project they were working on was a serum that could cure (mostly) any type of bacterial infections/disease. As the serum progressed the scientists started to get more restless and frustrated, because of the fact they were on a set time the serum was supposed to be present for the public. And ready for human/mobian use. As breaks were cut short and all the scientists could really do was take 1 hour naps and it's back to work. From 6:30 A.M to 11:00 P.M. the sleep deprived scientists worked away, papers scattered throughout the lab like ashes flitting from a campfire. Nearing the end of the project the scientists were just about done, Evan (the creator of this serum) was particularly stressed out, his co workers Veronica and Mandy tried to calm him, "Were going to miss the deadline". Mandy spoke up "Relax Evan were almost done just a few more days and we will hav-" Evan growled at Mandy viciously "WE DON'T HAVE A FEW MORE DAYS! IT HAS TO BE DONE BY TOMORROW!" Veronica shifted uncomfortably, she didn't like when Evan raised his voice, she wasn't scared of him, he was a nice man he was only like this when he gets stressed out. Veronica managed to squeak out a few words "Maybe we can extend-" "NO WE CAN'T! ITS EITHER DONE TONIGHT OR IM GONNA BE FIRED!!" Veronica slid behind Mandy and didn't speak for the reminder of the conversation. Evan heaved a sigh and apologized for yelling "W..We need to get this done, tell everyone to pick up the pace Veronica". And with that Evan left the room. Veronica moved out from behind Mandy and scurried back to her office. Veronica wearily instructed everyone in the room to pick up the pace. The scientists groaned with frustration, at a table littered with beakers, papers, test tubes and an empty coffee cup and science names David was currently working on the original serum while everyone else was working on serum that were supposed to be exact copies but they aren't working, so they are figuring out the problem. Anyway back to David the serum was just about done only a few drops of this and that and it would be finished. David left his station for a bit to use the restroom and a man went by his desk for a second and dripped something in the serum and sped away. As David returned and sat back down at the table he picked up a dropper and dripped a few drops in and the serum started to react violently, N.I.A noticed his surprise and asked him if something was wrong or if he need help with anything. The serum thrashed about and went from its tainted gold color to a sickly blackish purple with blue bubbles. N.I.A immediately locked the facility down and the scientists were in the process of evacuating the room, Evan, Mandy, and Veronica stayed and watched the serum. After what seemed like days the serum abruptly stoped moving and the bright glowing blue bubbles turned to a dim Gray. Evan decided to go up to it and touch it, a dumb idea on his part really. Veronica and Mandy nervously watched Evans movements carefully, as Evan was right in front of the table and the mutated serum. Was it even a serum anymore? No it was a bacteria now. He reached a shaky hand out to touch it, the surface of the new bacteria was bumpy but smooth and slimy. After a minute or two of feeling the substance it started to react the bubbles started to glow a bright blue and move around, before he could pull his hand away the serum stuck to his hand and started to climb up his arm growing more and more with each passing second. He shrieked is pain and called out for Veronica and Mandy to help him. They bolted out of the room and down the hall away from the room. They heard Evans screams as they ran, completely ignoring him until they turned a corner and the door to the room they were just in slammed closed and locked itself. The girls panted and started to cry about what just happened before them. Evans cries for help abruptly stopped and everything went silent. The girls both heard the gentle click of the automatic door opening, then the systems shutting down again. They both looked at each other petrified, Veronica spoke in a hushed tone "Why didn't N.I.A. call for help? Why did she shut down after the scientists evacuated?" All these questions but no answers, Mandy just shrugged and wiped tears from her eyes. They both seen the door open and they decided to go and see if Evan was ok. They shakely got up and looked for weapons to protect themselves with, Mandy found a rusty metal big wrench on the floor near the boiler room and Veronica found a metal bat leaning against a wall in the cafeteria. As they made their way back to the now open room they realized that N.I.A. isn't responding to anything, they found this odd but kept going nevertheless. As they stood outside the open room they noticed that the bacteria now covered half of the room and was that dim Gray again. They slowly went into the room and hugged the wall and shimmyed inside. They stayed away from the bacteria but looked around the room, the room was covered in the bacteria from the ceiling to the floor and the walls. The door suddenly slammed shut behind them and locked up and the power turned back on, Mandy cried profusely as Veronica banged on the door and hit it with the bat. Nothing. The bacteria behind them started to glow blue and started to move again, the girls whipped around to face the bacteria. All the machines in the room started to make loud beeping noises and the lights started to flicker above the bacteria. The bacteria started to move and started to make a shilloute of a short, skinny, female hedgehog. The bacteria then started to smooth itself out and take shape. The fur started to turn to a snow white and her ears, muzzle and the bottom of her feet..paws? Turned to a pale tan. The tips of her quills turned the same blue that the bubbles in the bacteria had and so did her eyes.. As soon as the bacteria was gone off the being she held a neutral expression. It was a bit..unsettling.. then she gave a little smile and said "Hello Veronica, Mandy". Then she has a look of concern "My systems went offline, I was manually shut down by force. What happened?" Veronica and Mandy just looked at each other with horrified faces and looked back at the being. Veronica nervously said "W-Who are you?" The hedgehog looked very confused at this point. "I am your main computer N.I.A, I was created to monitor and help the scientists with whatever they need". The hedgehog seemed lost in thought and hmmd, she then looked up and said "It seems that I have found a way to fix the serum but it requires very large quantities of human DNA and other substances that are only found in humans". N.I.A. walked up to Veronica and touched her head, the bacteria started to grow underneath her touch, Veronica screamed as the bacteria quickly took over her body and broke her down. Mandy was to scared to move so it was over quick. N.I.A looked to her right and saw a mirror, she noticed that she was wearing nothing so she snapped her fingers and an outfit started to form out of the bacteria that spreaded on her body. It was a smooth synthetic fabric that made her suit, she got long thigh high boots and long shoulder high gloves. Satisfied with her new look she left the room and headed down the hall. The bacteria was spreading everywhere she walked. She knew that the other scientists were in the facility. It was over quickly. The only think that remained was the bloodstream and ripped clothing. She made the lobby into her 'room' with love couches, a enormous bed with a canopy, and a throne against the wall in the middle back of the room. To help her with her research she made 2 henchman really. 2 towering anthropomorphic wolves that had the bacteria all over their bodies. One day something got into the lab's perimeter outside so she had her monstrosities go check it out. They found blue, silver and a black and red hedgehogs outside and the quickly told N.I.A she just simply watched them until the ran off. She searched all of her databases but only found very little information. She instructed that is they were to be found again they were to be captured and brought to her.  Guys my hands hurt Art and character belongs to me

#science #sonic character design #sonic oc

[tuttifuckinfruttifriday]

Final part of The Letter >:D this was so much fun @randomly-a-fan ! Luv u❤️ so sorry it took so long!

Recap here !

The Reckoning

Pairing: Jason Voorheese x MJ, Jason Voorheese and MJ x Malon, side of Freddy Krueger x Malon, Archie x Malon,>:)) ?? x MJ and Jason

Warnings: Censored curse words, violence, gore/wounds , angst, small fluff, ?? being sweet, horror

This one might not be that good D: but I tried

Don’t hesitate to tell me the mistakes I made, since it’s long af<3

There’s a lot of time skip(—) but my ideas were mixed and I forgot some things and I’m lazy-

Songs I used:

Archie blinked slowly as he tried to find where he was, having no ideas and seeing as it doesn’t look like anybody’s here. Small parts of his memory were coming back to him very slowly, so he hoped to remember all soon....

And mostly hoped that Jason would do something about it. His father didn’t know about all that Freddy thing, nor his mother... so he couldn’t really except them to help. With a sigh, he walked around and tried to familiarize himself with the boiler room...

*

MJ was woken up with a gasp, sighing as she realized it was the same nightmare she had yesterday. A loud alarm was blaring from under the door and flashing red lights seeped through the cracks. “What’s going on?!” Panic took place as MJ’s eyes widened, her small frame shaking. There were screams outside, and she didn’t want to know who where their owners. Everything seemed like chaos, to her horrified satisfaction, there was even a coopery smell in the air, which told her that the people behind the door wouldn’t open it soon. A scream passed her lips as she realized she was wrong and there was a sudden banging on the metal, her hands clutching the white covers on the cheap bed. She panicked even more when the door started to open, ready to run outside when they’ll open it— Only to stare at the man before her. “W-what.....???” She was shocked and a little confused, his height difference being obvious. She saw the killer in the papers, but she never thought she would see him in real life... or even live long enough to take in his features. The silent killer only looked at her, his fist, face and white clothes bloodied, as he started walking. Was he sparing her?? Not wanting to be left alone and wanting to show him that she was grateful, she caught up to him. “Th-thank you...” The tall man didn’t show in any way that he heard her, but she was just happy he didn’t kill her. What she didn’t know tho is that he already knew her, but that’s a story for another time if any of you read the previous stories—

She walked alongside him, her shoulder brushing his big arm by moments. He didn’t seem to mind, but she was starting to feel anxious as they passed bloodied and destroyed corpses on the ground. When she wasn’t looking up at him, the killer’s blue eyes took her small frame in, no emotions on his face. The truth is, when he saw that she and Jason were taken, he waited in the open to get taken in. Even if it took some time for the smaller officers to get close to him, his plan worked, like always.

MJ’s eyes widened when she saw the figure of her undead husband approaching, a big smile on her face as she ran from the side of the long haired killer who saved her and embraced him, the latter doing the same and he smeared blood on her white clothes, but she didn’t care at the moment. The Shape looked at the reunion, a small sparkle of emotions blooming in his eyes for a really small second before it disappeared.

*

Some time later, in the dream realm, Freddy was looking at the newspaper, a growl escaping his throat as he read the titles. “Crystal Lake massacre escapes mental asylum!” “The Shape of Hadonfield taken in and escaping!” In his rage, the dream demon threw a mug that was on the table, scaring half to death the two kids in the corner. “That bxtch....” Rage engulfed him. How tf did Michael get into this?! Freddy grumbled.

The purple-haired clown was hiding the small redhead behind him, seeing that she was really scared. Malon started to feel sick as the heat seamed to increase, her small body not being able to bear it. When Archie felt her sliding down the wall, her feet coming to rest against his, he turned around and saw her breathing in big gasp, sweat literally dripping from her face and neck and he started to panic even more.

*

Having gotten out, the trio (Jason, MJ and Michael) walked into the parking, The Shape immediately going to a car and opening it with random keys the husband and wife didn’t notice. Suddenly, MJ doubled-over and gasped in pain as she felt really hot, her breaths coming in small gasps as she hyperventilated. Her husband immediately rushed towards her, getting down on his knees as he tried to understand what’s wrong, the click of the car’s locks audible behind him. But they didn’t have time for that, so he opened the door and before he could do anything, Michael took MJ and put her in the back before taking Jason by the arm and putting him in the driver side. He knew a little how to drive since he had to move some victim’s car, but he couldn’t for now because of his shock with being thrown in the seat and MJ moaning in pain at the back. Before he could do anything else, Michael closed the door and looked in the direction of where they came from, still with no emotions showing on his face, only a killer glare. If glares could kill, the nurses and police officers would be dead right now. His feet slammed on the pedal when shots rang, 2 bullets piercing the back window.

—

After being far enough from the hospital, Jason got into the back seat with MJ, who was feeling a little better now. “I-I’m okay now, baby...” “Thank you... And I-I’m so so sorry, it wasn’t me who sent the location—“ With wide eyes, he stopped her by putting his mask up and placing his cold lips softly on hers, one hand behind her head. Speechless and with a smile, MJ kissed him back. They cuddled and hugged for some time, and without realizing it, Jason fell asleep beside her. When she decided that she wanted to tell him about Malon’s situation, she realized he was sleeping... so she cuddled some more with a frown, knowing she wouldn’t be able to wake him up.

—

He was in a room he knew too well, having been here when he fought The Nightmare, Freddy Krueger. He couldn’t stop himself from letting out a shaky breath, his heart going a little faster as he remembered that day. “Well hello there, Big Guy.... Care to join the party?~” Jason turned around in a second as he saw the burnt guy before him, his rotten teeth into a wicked smile. Confused, he frowned and prepared his machete beside him, even if he knew it wouldn’t do anything to him. Party?? What party?? Eyes glancing down, he regretted it. Scratch marks and hair were all over the ground, even what looked like meat which he knew it wasn’t.

His eyes widened when he saw Malon’s body behind him, her red hair hiding her bloodied face and her body on the hot ground—

“Too late.”

—-

A breathless gasp escaped his unmasked face as he sat up, realizing that he was moving. MJ, who was driving, smiled sadly when she saw her husband awake. “Good, you’re awake.” She then stopped the car, turning the keys as Jason took his surroundings in. They were back at their house, the camp. A smile smile appeared on his face until he remembered what he saw in his dream and decided to tell his wife, the latter gasping in shock. “That... that’s probably the man that took her—“ A big hand was put in her shoulder as she started to hyperventilate again. She buzzed against it, the hand cupping her cheek as it’s owner made her look into his eyes, brown eyes blinking as he looked at his wife with a calm face. He knew what he had to do, he would do the same thing he did when Malon was taken the first time... He took his wife inside, her still shaking body wrapped tightly in his arms. Before starting with the plan, they changed their clothes and Jason carefully pushed MJ to get on the bed, taking his notepad and writing on it as she frowned. “She is in the dream realm, we’ll take her back.” “You.. You’re sure Jay..?” He gave a nod in response. So with a sigh, she leaned back and tried to sleep, Jason getting behind her carefully as he set the watch on his wrist, the last time he took it coming back to his mind. He put the minuter to 35 minutes and got down. Their bodies tangled together as they relaxed, their minds going blank as they fell into their nightmare.

Boiling hot steam streamed out of the groaning pipes above them as they got up, MJ taking Jason’s hand as her eyes darted back and forth. The father was determined to find his daughter, again, even if it took his own life this time. He didn’t knew why Freddy did this, why he tried to take all the good things he had, but what he was sure of is that he would make sure to take him back to the real world and make him pay. He knew that Malon wasn’t really dead, he felt it. He only wanted to provoque him, like that last time. His thoughts were cut short when he heard a boyish scream, followed by a high pitched one. He immediately ran toward the noise, MJ running after him with wide eyes, only to trip on a chain that came out of nowhere. “Jay—“ The metal wrapped tighter around her, making her whimper and silencing her. Jason’s steps immediately stopped as he turned toward his lover, his machete at the ready. Not even taking the time to think, he swung the weapon with so much force that the chain creaked and almost broke, finally breaking when he gave another. He caught her body, slowly placing it ont he ground before kissing her head and running toward the noise again, leaving his lover all wrapped up in the rusty metal. Ignoring her calls, he knew she would be safer there. A quick glance at his watch, his breathing hitched in his throat when he saw he had only 20 minutes.

When Jason finally found the source, after 10 minutes of running around in circle, he had to hold back another gasp. Before him were Archie and Malon, the two of them covered in bruises. He didn’t know what was more shocking, Malon sweating and looking sickly pale on the ground, or Archie standing before her protectively, a claw mark on his face and two on his arm. The scratches weren’t deep, but it still looked like it really hurt. They looked like they’d been through hell, small burns covering their bodies.

He couldn’t hold himself back, jumping and tackling Freddy who only now realized his presence. They fought on the ground for some time, Malon crying and whimpering in the background as Archie tried to calm her and watched silently. Each time the dream demon tried to wrapped something around him or disappear, he would always find him at the end. Jason gave all he could, almost getting transpierced by his own weapon. 3 mins. He made sure Malon and her friend were alright before he kicked the brunt man two or three times, making him bark out a laugh. He then rolled to the side as Freddy’s glove was about to slash, taking down the kids with him as the watch finally beeped—

He rolled down the bed as he woke up, the children groaning as they came in contact with the hard floor. MJ was still sleeping, so he made sure to carry her somewhere safer before The Nightmare appeared and slashed at his back, making his daughter scream as she fell and MJ waking up. The two female screamed and cried as they hugged each other, the older one taking the small boy and pulling him back as he tried to get into the fight.

Freddy got thrown through the window as Jason jumped too, Malon following closely behind without him noticing. She was scared for her father and knew that she could never beat a grown man, but her curiosity got the best of her. They got to the lake, Jason forgetting his fears as he continued to slash his weapon, smirking under his mask when he sees Freddy leaning down and panting. They fell to the ground, and as he raised his machete and was going to kill him, the man under said something that made him stop.

“Come on, momma’s boy. Slash me infront of your daughter.~” he dared to look behind him as he caught his daughter small frame behind him, her eyes wide open. The demon had the smuggest look on his face, which didn’t help Jason’s decision as he put his arms on top of his head as he brought down the weapon with his two hands, hearing the sickening sound of the blade transpiercing his flesh.

#jason voorheese #freddy krueger #randomly a fan #michael myers #rz #rob zombie michael myers