#office word

[rusty25]

pro paper writing tip: if you're doing sections and subsections, already have your outline and are typing in your text inside the outline, put a page break (Ctrl + Enter) after the area you're currently writing in. you can delete it once you're done, but while it's there it will help you write as much as you possibly are able to because you won't have the impending feeling of running out of space like on physical paper. also, the heading of the next section will not keep distracting you by being in your field of vision.

#at least it works for me #let me know if it works for you too #writing #paper writing #thesis writing #schoolwork #microsoft word #office word #school #homework #essay #essay writing #homework help

[pocoyo-yo]

PASTA & LOBSTER

SUMMARY: i got a white boy on my roster.. he be feedin me pasta & losbter

WARNINGS: leon!kennedy x black!reader, smut, fem!bodied reader, f/m, unprotected sex, a lil cum eating, dirty talk, doggy (pos.), rough sex, manhandling, hair pulling, slapping (ass), lots of degradtion, some praise, situationship, petnames? (lots of 'slut', sweet thing, baby, officer), leon is a meanie but he whimpers, i imagined re4 (remake) leon for this but it can be which ever leon you want tbh

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the aroma of alfredo sauce from the styrafoam to-go boxes filled the motel room— you could see the piles of noodles in the back of the reflection from the mirror.

your face was pressed firm into a pillow while your running mascara dripped onto the cream colored covering.

"stay tonight," harsh breaths left the man above you. "need you all night long.."

you shivered— the harsh jolt of your hips everytime your bodies made contact on that sqeauky bed had you hiccuping on cries.

"hey," you gasped at how quickly your head was yanked up by your now messy hair. "we just started don't you go dumb on me now— talk to me.." the slight growl in slurred voice made you whimper.

your eyes dared to roll back in your head. ".. I'll stay— don't ever wanna go.." you pleaded— heavy pants left your swollen lips.

he chuckled, "god, y're such a slut." his hips tilted upwards at a slight angle— allowing his fat cock to sink further into pussy.

you stuttered on moans— legs trembling while your sticky arousal rolled down your thighs. you could barely breathe— your eyes stung with tears.

his thrusts were practically animalistic— not a sense of empathy or corcern for your wellbeing. sex was never this rough until you met him— you loved it, really loved it, you craved it even until you actually got it. until your muscles were tight and your legs were shaking to point the feeling in your toes had faded to numbness.

"leon.. l— leon," you reached back and pathetically pushed at his abdomen. "it hurts— can't breathe.." you babbled.

a sharp sting landed on your ass cheek making you whine and shake your head weakly.

"y're a fuckin' liar.." leon hissed— yanking your head back even rougher than before. he twirled your hair around his fist— the hair he paid for last time he got back. god, he spoiled you. he had better things— more important things to worry about than spoiling you and yet he still did it.

just for you.

"you said you 'don't ever want to go'— but y're trying to push me away? just the definition of a damn slut.." he mocked you— slapping your ass again and groaning softly at the ripple in your skin.

your brows knitted together as you dug your teeth deep into your bottom lip.

"you said it hurts right? what hurts?" leon questioned— his words were laced with painfully obvious fake sympothy.

his cock slipped almost completely out of your pussy before it sunk back in— the girth had you feeling like you were being stuffed full. your puffy pussy wrapped snug around his cock like a glove— a warm, wet, and tight ass glove that leon kennedy couldn't get enough of.

"y're too," you sniffled. "too deep 'n too big— it hurts.."

leon sighed, "poor baby," he sped up his movements earning a pathetic pornographic moan from your swollen lips. ".. you said you can't breathe? fuck, tell me— why can't you breathe?"

your nails sunk into his hard abs before leon grabbed your wrist— pinning it to your back which made you arch further.

"leon.." you mumbled.

"leon? so it's my fault again?" he scoffed.

you pouted, "y're too big— 'can feel it in my chest!"

"chest?"

"m— mhm.."

he grunted, "but you love it, yeah?" strands of his blond hair stuck to his sweaty forehead.

"I— I love you," you moaned. ".. 'love the way you fuck my pussy, lee.."

leon furrowed his brows at two things; the first was the sudden 'i love you' that left your lips and the second was the nickname you said 'lee'. he tried to believe it was because he had you drunk of his cock that you sputtered out those two phrases, but leon kennedy spent enough time with you in bed and out of it to know that you don't just say 'i love you' to anyone no matter how good you feel, and also you absolutely dispised nicknames.

"I know,"

he definitely did not know.

".. only a slut in love with me," leon groaned—chewing on his lip as sweat rolled down the bridge of his nose. ".. would take a fucking like this 'nd beg for more."

you whimpered loudly, "f— fuuuck!" your body shivered at the throbbing heat that pooled in your core.

the wet sound of his cock sinking back in your creamy folds was music to leon's ears. he looked of at the mirror and grinned before he yanked you by the hair to look as well.

"y're so pretty," he grunts— blue eyes hooded as he rolled his hips against you and dragged out his thrusts. ".. so pretty when you just moan and take it without being a bitch about it."

you whined at the tightness forming deep in your gut— eyes rolling back in your head.

"no," leon's thrusts become unapologetic once again— splitting you open with ease while his tip kisses your clit everytime. ".. y're going to watch yourself get fucked by me— gonna watch this slutty pussy of yours take my cock like a champ." he ordered and your lashes fluttered as you stared at the lewd sight through a blurry gaze.

"l— lee please," you cry out— clenching your fists. ".. oh god—"

he chuckled before a grunt left his lips when his cock slipped out of you mid thrust— it was wet and a ring of creamy white dripped around the base onto the sheets. he let go of your hair and you groaned in fustration and looked back over your shoulder, waiting for him to put it back in.

"leon c'mon.." you huff.

leon released the wrist he had pinned to your back and nodded down towards his twitching cock.

"I didn't say to stop lookin in the mirror," he scoffed. ".. fine, you want to be impatient? put it back in yourself."

you kept staring to see if he would let up but he was competely serious— his heavy hand landed on your ass again.

"make sure you watch yourself do it too, understand?"

you looked at yourself in the mirror on the wall and reached back behind yourself.

you clicked your tongue, "I understand, officer."

before leon could respond you wrapped your fist around his cock and pressed yourself against him. you mewled while you rubbed his tip over your wet, pillowly lips before you pushed it inside of your dripping hole— sinking the rest of his length in you until just his heavy balls were pressed firm against your pussy.

leon groaned, "there you go— not that hard right?"

you yanked your hips forward— slipping off of some of his dick, and then you let him slip back inside of you. leon moaned and glared at you in the mirror while your face contorted with pain and pleasure as you fucked yourself on his cock like he was some dildo.

"this is nice.. fuck.. that's my pretty slut," he stroked your back while you threw your ass back on his cock— moaning softly. ".. you like it like this? just using me?"

your cunt ached and you looked at leon in the mirror. ".. I can't reach deep enough, leon," you complain in a quiet, embarrassed whine. ".. need more of your dick.."

leon grinned, "so you need help?"

you nod shlyly.

"words?"

"I need help," you frown embarassedly. ".. officer."

you could see the slight shift in leon's expression when you called him that. the tight tug of his lips and the sharpened gaze of his blue eyes. his large hands gripped your hips and just from how hard he was holding you, you already knew his handprints would bruise your skin.

there was no warning— all you did was scream leon's name at the sudden change in pace.

you clawed at the messy sheets and let tears fall while the loud, agressive claps of your ass filled the room.

"damn y're tight.." he moaned— his skin finding yours so quickly there a slap every other second.

you clenched your teeth and resisted the urge to squeeze your eyes shut and let your pleasure take over. it didn't look like leon was watching you but you knew he was— another slip up and he'd be on your ass; no cumming for another hour at least and you couldn't handle that.

"ooh," you sobbed— eyes stinging with tears. ".. shit! shit! shit!"

"missed this pussy," leon babbled— whimpers flowing from his parted lips. "missed seein ya like this— missed fuckin ya like this. when it comes t'making it back home— knowin' you'd give it up t'me so easy s'one hell of a motivater.."

you sniffled, "m'close.. make me cum, lee.." your hand snaked in between your thighs and rubbed circles over your sensitive clit.

leon grunted, "don't ya worry— I make this pussy cream everytime I'm in it, don't I?" he hovered over (and close to) you— forcing himself deeper.

your gummy walls were squeezing him with no remorse— pussy spasming around his cock while your body shook uncontrollably.

the tightness in your belly relaxed— the pace of your finger tips quickening over your clit. ".. l— leon!" you cried out— your release rolling down his cock.

leon hivered and let his his head loll back in between his shoulders. "f— fuck that's it," his thrusts grew sloppy as your sticky cum smeared over his cock and dark brown happy trail that led down from his belly button. ".. o— oh my god.. oh my god that's a good little slut.." leon whined before he pulled out of you suddenly.

"on your knees— press those pretty tits together.." he panted heavily.

you quickly scrambled on your knees, cupping your tits and squishing them close together.

leon stared down at you with flushed cheeks— his fist dragging up and down his cock while you batted your lashes up at him. your hair was a tangled mess thanks to him, your eyes were puffy along with your lips thanks to him, cheeks stained with mascara tears thanks to him too, the bruises and kissmarks on your skin thanks to leon s. kennedy himself.

just the concept that he did that to you had leon gulping at the sight.

"f— fuck oh fuck," he whimpered— pre-cum rolling down from the red tip. ".. c'mon c'mon gonna cum all over those fuckin' tits. y're mine. y— y're my slutty girl who let's me fuck her pussy whenever I want, yeah?"

you nod with a lazy grin, "m'yours leon— this is only your slutty pussy.."

leon panted, "that's right.. oh fuck—" he stiffened up as ropes of his hot release landed on your tits while he fucked his fist— little whines leaving him as he came down from his high. his white cum was splattered across your brown skin— some of his already dripping down the curve of yout tits.

you coated your fingertips in his release before you popped them into your mouth— humming at his taste.

you giggled, "thank you, officer."

leon let go of his softening dick before he leaned down and kissed you— it was surprising gentle, his pink lips brushed over your lips before he slipped his tongue in the crevase of your mouth. his teeh tugged on your bottom lip while you ran your fingers through his blond hair.

"you're perfect," he repeated against your plump lips. ".. you're perfect, sweet thing.. fuckin' perfect."

leon s. kennedy was just like, if not worse than you, when it came to saying 'i love you'.

the man has had so much luck with women that it didn't feel all that lucky anymore. the words weren't really in his vocab at this point, but you didn't hate him for not saying the phrase back because you loved him.

though a close second to 'i love you' for leon kennedy was perfection— he never liked to throw that around willy-nilly either. so for now in this.. whatever it was between you two, that was your 'i love you too' and you were grateful to him that he felt close to same way you did.

"let's shower before the motel throws us out.." leon grumbled.

you smiled and kissed his nose, ".. one more time in the shower then, officer kennedy?"

"god," leon scoffed. ".. you're absolute perfection, baby."

#leon kennedy #resident evil #resident evil leon #re4 leon #smut #leon scott kennedy #leon kennedy smut #leon kennedy x reader #black reader #this is my white boy of the month #anyway stream area codes #hes so fine omfg i need him #resident evil smut #resident evil x reader #ik leon aint no officer in re4 but that word is hotter than agent

[ficwip]

This week’s word is…

🎶 SONG 🎶

Find the word in any WIP and share the sentence containing it. Reply, reblog, stick it in the tags, tag us in a new post, or keep it private. All fandoms, all ships, all writers welcome.

#word game wednesday #a little early since I have to report to my office #today was supposed to be light #but something came in early #ANYWAY GO FORTH AND PLAY

[cowardlybean]

we don't talk nearly enough about the fact the original Spirits and Such office is never coming back.

(Sorry for crappy screenshots im using what I have on hand)

The fire in the office barely mentioned outside of gags (which i LOVE btw the insurance bit and when the fire is shown are really funny) which is crazy to me because. There are things that weren't salvageable. What was lost?

The handprint painting (speculated to be done by Mob) was saved, but not much else. Did Reigen run in? Did he request they salvage whatever they could? The furniture was sure as hell lost. Were there other physical memories like that, now nothing more than ashes?

I personally headcanon that both Reigen and Mob at some point went to the wrong building (if its not obvious they moved locations. that makes me sad :(. Its not even the same sign anymore, same logo but different structure.

And yet, the bonds still carry over. It's not the same sign, not the same furniture, not even the same building, but it still carries the weight of all those prior memories. Spirits and Such is strung with bonds like fairy lights <3

#mp100 #cowardly speaks #mob psycho 100 #reigen arataka #shigeo kageyama #spirits and such #sorry the office makes me really emotional #that building is a microbiome to me!!!!!! #That's a House baybe!! (pretend the word house is in blue) #feel free to add on or not or whatever #spirits and such (the building) is my favorite mp100 character/j #/hj. its complicated.

[akiacia]

sleeptime affairs

#akia art #olba #baxter ward #ik i ran a mile with the single cat analogy we got but i couldnt resist #and to the user who asked (thank you for the kind words!! 🥹💞) - i do hope to make a comic for the office scene! #but it'll be silly things for the moment since long-form stuff is laborious 🤣

[onlinehorseproblems]

trying to figure out how to put "carol and the end of the world isn't about the ending of the world but it is but it ISNT but-" into words

#carol and the end of the world #adult animation #carol kohl #it's about community #and it's about now #but also not #AUGHGHHH #AHHHHHHHGGHHHH #bangs heads into smash i can't figure out how to say it #loneliness is so real and how once it's starts you get trapped in it #i saw someone say this show is pro work and NOOO ITS NOT ITS NOT ABOUT THAT #people yearn for normalcy #carol at the end of the 10 shows that she didn't want to go to work and have a job #but the creation of a reason to be together #happy hour #fhe office created a place for people to go #have simple #normal average conversations #tbh i'm pretty sure this is kinda about late stage capitalism and community but i don't have the words

[meamiiikiii]

a star being appeared in your apartment, wdyd?

(aka loop getting reverse isekaied into the modern office au)

also there are some scattered mumblings on loop in this AU under the cut if anyone's interested (spoilers for all of ISAT, including 2hats!)

vvv

TLDR - The Universe keeps fucking with Loop and they are not really happy about it, regardless of timing.

While I haven't decided anything 100% concrete for Loop, the idea of a reverse isekaied Loop in general is interesting to me, so I'll be exploring that a bit here. Especially in terms of timing on when Loop gets taken out of their timeline. At least in terms of immediate outlook within this AU. So, for now, have a couple of those thoughts! 

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The two main points in time I am currently considering are the following:

1. From when they gave up their original wish and made a new one.

In this instance, I feel like their arc would play a bit similar to in game

Seeing this new world as different & peaceful

Since they don’t have to deal with the loops anymore, just watch whatever happens.

Be a lil silly for funsies! The chaos that can ensue with a star being existing within a modern world! 

Even though it hurts to see Siffrin’s team hanging around, they really don’t have anywhere to go at the moment (hard to hide a star being in this type of world)

To a slow realization of how unfair this whole situation is. In comparison to all of the horrors they went through, this Siffrin has it so easy.

This Siffrin gets to live an idyllic life, free from the world calamity of being frozen & the literal time loop.

This Siffrin gets to freely hang around their family team, with no foreseeable "end" to being with them in sight.

This Siffrin had their original wish, the wish Loop wanted granted, handed to them on a silver platter. 

This Siffrin, nor anyone in this world, would ever be able to come close to understanding what Loop went through; Loop would never truly be seen in this world, not fully anyway.

What does The Universe have against them, to put them into this world and make them witness all of this?

It should have been them, with this carefree type of life, given all they went through.

2. AFTER the fight with Siffrin.

This leans a bit more lighthearted than the last, since Loop would have gone through all the development from the game via convos + the talk at the very end with Siffrin, and has a bit more peace about their whole deal.

Perhaps they would still see the same conclusions as above, since healing from the horrors would not happen all at once, if ever, with additional flavor

Underlying bitterness in why the script is still going. 

Why is The Universe asking for them to continue into a new world and role?

Haven’t they had enough, once making them witness another Siffrin’s loops and perfect ending, and now a completely idyllic Siffrin’s life from the get go?

However, there is also a bit of hope in the entire situation. Since if The Universe keeps deciding to fuck with them (as in, sending them to different world lines) there is still, technically, the chance of going backward as well.

To their original timeline and to their family.

Once could have been a one-off, but twice?

Perhaps three world jumps might be the minimum to go back, following standard wishing rituals?

More hope in this one from the get-go, with that thought in mind.

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Though there are probably other points in time that would be interesting too! 

Another one I was considering was RIGHT BEFORE the fight with Siffrin, perhaps even mid-fight. However, I don't think that makes much sense for this particular AU ASAFASFASDAS. Can you imagine if Loop just spawned into this world, doesn't realize this is a completely different Siffrin, and attacks on sight?????

Honestly the idea of a reverse-isekaied Loop into different AU's in general is neat, would love to see other people's takes on it!!  Especially cuz of the various reactions/conclusions Loop could have/make based on the scenario/circumstances would be interesting, if that makes sense. At least I think there is something in that thought? I dunno!

I feel like I am missing some characterization bits in here, but that was the main gist of it for now since I cannot remember LMAO.

Mumblings over, thanks for reading my silly thoughts if you got this far!!!

#in stars and time #isat #isat spoilers #isat siffrin #isat loop #yea loop is cursing but it is censored with stars #since i thought it would be a little bit funny #if i keep drawing for this AU i should prob come up with a better name than “modern office AU” LOL #which will prob be the case since i have a couple more silly ideas in my back pocket #and other characterizations for others i want to explore a lil #but i also have other ISAT drawings i want to get to so it might be a bit before i get through all that ASDFASDAS #also i will gladly take additional suggestions for doodles #since those are always fun!!! #i could prob mumble on about various thoughts for the others in this AU but like #right now everything is still a bunch of mildly incoherent headcanons in a trenchcoat with a very vague plot #and i am very much not a writer cuz words are hard!!!! #but at the end of the day this AU will mainly be silly office shenanigans #with a bit of character spice for flavor every once in a while LMAO #okay tag talk over oops #reverse entry au #reverse isekai loop au

[botanybulbasaur]

#reverse 1999 #r1999 #re1999 #my fanart #fanart #meme redraw #saw the word orange and my one braincell lit up like a lightbulb #vertin #vertin reverse 1999 #one gnc woman walks into a therapists office #there’s no joke here i need her to get actual therapy

[causeimanartist]

Totally not projecting onto Bruce, nope

#batman #bruce wayne #dc #my art #causeimanartist #life update: I had three interviews this week #all during my lunch breaks #I was so anxious lmfao #fingers crossed one of them offers me a job #because I desperately need to leave my current job #one of the women in the office calls others the c word like what the fuck #anyway this is a watcher quote from Ryan LOL

[mariamegale]

[The] lack of training in a controlled environment created a medic that was not as prepared as the General Board said a medic should be. It also created a medic who, when faced with the horrors on the line, could not properly perform his job. As the war raged, casualties amongst both the infantry and medical personnel mounted. During the war, the General Board created an internal study to see how the Medical Department was conducting evacuations in Europe. They dissected every aspect of care, even looking at the casualty rate for the aid men, and concluded that “most divisions with as much as six months of severe combat suffered one-hundred percent casualties amongst the company aid man.”

Fighting a War Without Rifles: Deconstructing the Image of the Unflappable Medic.

...in other words, we joke about eugene's constantly worried face, but when it comes to being not just the one person responsible for keeping everyone alive but also aware of the amount of training that person's gotten, if the question is "how fucked are you now," eugene is the one who knows, exactly, how fucked you are.

#in other other words #our boy needs some therapy and some support #and some officers who know how much morphine to fucking give a guy #band of brothers #eugene roe #shane taylor #gene roe #doc roe #hbowar #easy company #bobgif #my gifs

[chiperti]

#word office doodle #mettaton #undertale

[plathski]

he stole clips from a legend of korra ship amv

#liz informs you #james somerton #hbomberguy #the written word is dead. we might as well all get office jobs while we still can

[veinereastath]

AEMOND TARGARYEN ғᴛ. ʜɪs sᴛᴀʀᴇs ᴅᴜʀɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴀᴍɪʟʏ ᴅɪɴɴᴇʀ

#aemond looking into the camera like he's in The Office #also coloring this scene is pure pain #he didn't say a word until like 10 minutes into this scene and he stole it all with just these glances #that is pure skill and talent #they knew what they were doing when they kept showing him every now and then for 2 seconds #beloved #aemond targaryen #hotd #house of the dragon #aemond #targaryens #ewan mitchell

[jamietwat]

Roy: Alright, you win. You got what you wanted.

Ted: I’m a little lost. What exactly are we talking about?

Roy: I’m dating Jamie now.

Ted: That’s great! I’m happy for y’all. But I don’t remember sayi-

Roy: You told me to be mature and get along with him. I am.

Ted: [looks to Beard for help]

Beard: [pretends he’s absorbed in the book he’s reading even though he’s blatantly listening in so that he won’t have to be the one to respond to that]

Ted, clearly going for a joke: I’m glad. But you do realize I didn’t tell you you had to date him, right? It is possible to get along with someone without dating them.

Roy, dead serious: This is your fault. You did this to me.

Ted: I’m a little confused. When you say it’s my fault, are you saying that to blame me like it’s a bad thing or to thank me because you’re happy with him?

Roy: Yes.

Beard: [shoots Ted a confused look]

Ted: Which one?

Roy: Both.

#And then he leaves their office without another word #Ted like yeah I said that… over two years ago??? #Roy: This is your fault for making me think of him as a person. #Ted: I’m sorry are you saying that you didn’t realize he was a person too until I pointed that out??? #Roy Kent #Coach Beard #Ted Lasso #RoyJamie #Mine

[svtskneecaps]

honestly wish the qsmp made more use of the novelty that is Mail. like "man i really need to get a message to cellbit but i don't know when we'll be on at the same time :(" leave one of those supplementaries presents that only opens for the matching username that has a book in it signed by you detailing everything you needed to tell him, or if you need to send off a bunch of things leave a security chest buried under or behind something and send a coded message with its location. cmon. Mail. Postal Service. Quesadilla Postal Service Mail, the QPSM if you will. (if your language can make it QSMP plEASE jump on)

missed opportunity. send more letters that aren't badboyhalo's debt collection.

#qsmp #like wilbur sending a strongly worded letter to bobby's parents #shut up vic #block game brainrot #i'm biased bc i would absolutely love to be a postal clerk in a friend minecraft server's post office #but yea i mean tubbo's getting a train network set up i'm sure he could handle automating letter sending both over and under the table

[naffeclipse]

Just realizing that the fact that there exists an “Angel Eyes” Eclipse implies the existence of either a more foreboding or comically innocent version of him called “Devil Eyes”

oh, Lumi, you just unleashed something devasting

As entertaining as a detective Eclipse would be, innocent and way in over his head when it comes to dealing with a mob boss Y/N who just so happens to find him devilishly handsome and too clever for his own good, I'm thinking of something worse than a mob boss.

As a young rookie cop, you are attempting to put out so many fires in the city. The crime rate is abysmal. The politicians are running on fumes and bribes. The police force is barely hanging on through constant corruption. Animatronics are still considered inhuman, unalive, objects to be owned and used, and disposed of. You're hoping that the laws declaring animatronic rights will pass soon.

Murders happen every single day in a city racked with gangs, crime lords, and thieves. You and a few other officers are tasked with dealing with a particular crime scene. It's not unusual for a politician to get assassinated, but there's something particularly brutal about the killing that sits in your stomach wrong—there was blood everywhere.

Then another important person gets knocked off, the carnage grisly and crimson, then another, and another. You can't shake how savage the murders are.

High-ranking officials start having you and other cops stand as bodyguards, taking them where they need to go, standing outside their meeting doors and on the street of their homes at night.

The killings keep happening. You learn of police officers who were standing watch were gutted, too. Slained just as well as the intended target.

You do your job, but you don't like it. You became a cop to help the city. This wasn't what you had in mind, much less babysitting powerful and possibly corrupted individuals that you despise.

That's how you confront him.

Late one evening, sitting in a squad car with a fellow policeman, you two keep each other awake with small talk until you hear the faintest scream. You both take off, and you take the back of the house. When you enter the gauche kitchen, there's a cook animatronic knocked to the ground. You stop to speak to the poor robot, her optics fuzzy until you offer a helping hand and get her back onto her wheels.

Before you can send her somewhere safe, a cold shudder rolls down your spine, as if someone were walking on your grave. You whirl around to find a towering figure at the far end of the room, dark and threatening. Black optics with pinpricks of electric yellow peer at you in judgment. The devilish eyes startle your soul.

You yell out commands to stop but the animatronic—you realize—doesn't head and disappears deeper into the house.

You give chase. You hear a gunshot upstairs and a shout from your partner. When you reach the second landing, you lift your gun to take aim, but a large fist clamp around your own. You fire once, hitting nothing. You're thrown against the wall, dangling by the wrists under the looming killer. Sharp rays, burgundy and royal blue, circle his face plate, splattered in bright blood.

It's too late. It's too late for the politician, it's too late for your partner, and it's too late for you.

He takes your gun and drops it far away. His staggering height gives no hope that you can fight him off, and already, he has you pinned. You simply hope that it will be quick, painless, but your heart sinks when he lifts a hand to your throat. His optics glint. You close your eyes.

A cold, slick finger tilts your chin up. He commands you to look at him, and you aversely obey. The optics scan your face. You wonder if he takes a sick pleasure from causing harm. You loathe that he most likely finds fear in your eyes but you are determined to not make a sound.

"Officer," he says in a cold, dark voice that spears your heart. He studies the badge on your chest, reading your last name etched in brass. You clench your fists, still suspended by his one large hand.

"Who are you?" you demand.

He doesn't answer. He cocks his head with a flash of sharp teeth in a metallic grin. When he drops you, you nearly crumple to the ground. You're aware of the blood underneath your chin where he had touched you. When you try to reach for your handcuffs, he's already down the stairs and out the door, fleeing the murders. Trembling, you fumble for your gun, but you find the clip gone.

The killer animatronic left you alive.

#ahhhh lumi! you make me go feral!!! #brain worms are worming #devil eyes #<<< au title hehe #listen this is dark and grisly and gonna involve psychological horror as eclipse stalks you lovely little cop you #he makes it knows that he knows where you live #you later find the clip of your gun on your table as if you set it there that morning but no that's not right #you keep chasing him #he keeps finding you at night #you're certain he's gonna kill you one day but he keeps busy with targets--specifically ones that oppose the animatronic rights #and you slowly start piecing together the puzzle that is eclipse #okay rant over thanks for reading my word vomit #officer!y/n #killer!eclipse