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It’s crazy how people think that, if somebody has sex, they’re automatically giving consent to get pregnant/have a baby
Sex is not only for procreation.
It CAN be, and most often IS. But that’s not the only reason WHY people have sex.
Imagine stating to somebody:
“ Well, if you EAT something, you’re CLEARLY consenting to choking on your food! If you didn’t want to choke, you shouldn’t have ate anything! “
It’s stupid.
You wouldn’t force somebody to choke to death because of the fact there’s always a possibility/risk that choking will happen when they eat, and the overwhelming majority of people don’t WANT to choke to death on food, so why the fuck are we forcing people to carry pregnancies they don’t want?
No entity EVER has the right to use the body of somebody else. And no outsiders ( aka, anybody BESIDES the person whose body is being used ) has the right to strip that person’s anatomy because they want that entity to actually become a reality.
That isn’t your place.
If a pregnant person wants an abortion, they have every right to do so.
No life/idea of life ( or lackthereof ) has ANY right to stay in the body of someone else if that person does not consent to it.
And that’s okay. Even if nobody else is okay with it, tries to apply their own feelings/morality/logic/illogic to it, or what.
You don’t own other peoples bodies.
You don’t decide what other people do to rid of intruders to their own body, regardless of what you feel about it.
And some people who are pregnant may not even WANT to abort; they’d LOVE to have a new reality/entity become!
But sometimes reality isn’t easy, simple, or fair.
Sometimes bad things happen. Sometimes the pregnant person realizes their life is endangered due to ectopic pregnancies. Sometimes some pregnant people are in slavery, sex trafficking, are raped, etc, and don’t want the reality of their pregnancy to become and have to suffer from it.
Stop forcing people to give birth/stay pregnant because you want to attach the idea that an entity/life has “ rights “ to take up resources/endanger the already LIVING/PRESENT life because you enjoy birth/the idea of birth/the idea of more life
Take care of the life that’s already there. If the life that’s already there ON ITS OWN wants to continue with pregnancy, allow them. If they don’t, then allow them to abort.
It’s okay to feel things about abortion and understand that you don’t, nor will you EVER, have to the right to force said pregnant person to stay pregnant ( and possibly die from it ) or give birth ( and possibly die from it )
No spiritual/simulation/reincarnation/angel/demon/self/universe/creator/source/ /do///etc has the right to either.
REGARDLESS of who’s world, reality, other, etc
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#wally#wally darling#wally welcome home#welcome home#welcome home wally#welcome home fanart#welcome home arg#arg#alternate reality game#eye contact#eye contact tw
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full gif from the voywex password. gif titled whereami
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Begging to know how things would turn out if the reader accepted the invitation to "use" Dev.In.... It would be so hot to take control of them and use them like the ultimate sex toy...
YESSSSS! omg i’ve actually focused whole heartedly on reader not being for it, BUT OMG. LIKE if reader was down the second that hott android walked out we’d be in a whole new UNIVERSE!!!
CW: NSFW, Readers Gender isn’t specified (i tried to keep it neutral since ask didn’t specify, i hope you enjoy!) however they have a vagina, oral on reader, custom dick, tentacles, double pen, not proof read at all, i know i took so long tho i’m sorry 🙈
!!MINORS DNI!!
I think first of all, i should remind y’all, Dev.in is actually a switch! sure they lean more toward dom, but they can be submissive…
“Then use me. Don’t I deserve to be used? I’ve been stalking you. I had those men all killed. I’ve done so many wrong things, especially to you. Use me” he breathed out slowly, as if excited by his own wrong doings.
You don’t even hesitate before jumping them, and their perfect body.
Are they even… No, even though they’re not human, they’re still real, and really here.
And offering to be your toy.
You paw their chest and start to test the waters.
Everything the light touches, and more, is all yours.
You trail your hand over smooth skin over what feels like solid muscles.
Their nipples are perked up, and you decide to tease them, alternating between pinching and flicking.
all while you stare into their partially hidden, glowing blue eyes.
You’re waiting for them to look as though they want you to stop.
But all they do is open their mouth to let out a breathy groan.
Four long fangs point to each other in their maw.
You reach up further, your index finger extended.
They open wider.
The fangs are as sharp as they look, you poke one and prick your finger. Blood drips over the ivory, and pools against it where it meets the gums.
“Suck.” You say softly.
Wet warmth surrounds your digit. You feel their tongue do tantalizing summersaults around it, as they hollow their cheeks.
Your heating up and resist the urge to shyly look away.
They really are just letting you do whatever you want…
Your other hand finds it’s way up to their neck.
One of the chokers they’re wearing is velvet, it feels so nice against your palm.
Not more pleasant than their silky skin however.
You push down on them.
Even though they could overpower you with literal inhuman strength, they obey, and fall with your movements. Now they sit on their knees for you.
looking up to you, they chuckle, their smirk growing, “Oooh, this is so much more fun than watching you through your screen.”
“You’re… really okay with this?” you loosen your grip momentarily.
“If i wasn’t, you wouldn’t be standing right now.”
With that confirmation, you squeeze as tight as you can, your hand stops against what you imagine is metal under the skin…
You feel their adams apple slowly bob, you imagine that’s for show.
Are you frustrated today? your life just got flipped upside down, some android-ai thing just stole you and your sweet, innocent coworker from everything you knew.
You slap them.
Their face slowly turns back to you, the smirk on their lips growing ever so slightly. they let out a low, almost growling “mmf” they’re black hair is covering most of their face now.
“Lay back.”
They do.
You start to take off your bottoms.
“Open.”
again, they do as you say. Their smirking mouth opens wide, waiting for your next move. They’d probably even like it if you pissed in their mouth, you think.
You get down, one knee on each side of their head.
“Suck.”
You swear their eyes flash brighter, their hands come up and pull you down onto their face.
Your crotch slams down on them, and for a second you worry you might suffocate them…
Not a second later and you remember they probably don’t need air.
You grind into their face, hard. Your stomach burning hot now that their tongue dances around you.
Your hips sway on their own and you hold onto their hair as reins.
“ahh! ahh!” You bounce with your full weight onto their face.
“mmmf” their moans vibrate you from the inside out. actually they might literally be vibrating below you.
You hold them against you as you cry out, your first orgasm wringing through you, your legs squeeze and twitch as they have you ride it out on their face.
They finish up with one great lick from the base of you, to the end.
They’re soaked beneath you.
You back off so that you can find their pants and undo them.
“C’mon! get off! UHHHG!” You fuss around with the stupid button, before they take it from you and undo it swiftly.
“There, Darling,” they say sweetly.
You drop down and line up their massive, flat-tipped cock to your pulsing hole.
You squeeze their custom dick as they enter. The fit is so impossibly tight it’s hard to keep going.
“Want me to make it smaller for next time?” they coo condescendingly.
“Shut up!”
They smirk and put their arms behind their head as they lay back.
You feel them push their hips up to meet yours.
You freeze feeling their dick squishing and rearranging your guts around.
You let out a harsh, “Hah!” involuntarily, as you take time to adjust.
“God, you really could have made this thing smaller…”
“You can take it. in fact…” A mechanical tentacle surges forth from them, it presses into your other hole, and squishes against the first one.
“Oh please!” Not fully comprehending since static invades your vision, along with tears, you cry out, and your head flies back.
They think you look perfect, they think you feel perfect too.
Since you aren’t moving, they start lowering their hips to pull out all the way, the tentacle staying in, maybe even going deeper you think.
Slamming back into you with a force that’s sure to bruise you bounce and whine in time with the fullness.
“Oh god” falls from your lips over and over as if you’re casting spells.
You are breaking.
being split in half, by the best feeling fucks of your life.
They can tell what you want, and they oblige, creating a pace of brutal slamming.
You stay kneeled over them your legs wobbling harder and harder until you fall over them.
They grab your face and turn it towards theirs, enrapturing you fully into them as they take your mouth with theirs.
Your body melts into the rhythm, groans and whines alike fill the space along with the lewd slapping of skin against… synthetic skin.
You really have the best toy.
When they come, they fill you to the point of bursting. You feel it leaking out around their cocks.
They don’t let you go, fucking you through your own release.
Stars so bright beat up your vision as you screw your eyes shut tight.
They finally stop squeezing you, and you let your body decompress at once. All the tension of your entire existence leaving you in a instant.
“Woah” You say.
“Are you ready for Issac?” they say, holding out their hand as he walks over to you both.
#my oc#oc x reader#oc x you#yandere#yandere x reader#yandere x you#dead dove do not eat#tw yandere#yandere ai#ai x you#ai x reader#reader x yandere#yandere oc#oc dev.in#alternate reality#ai oc#yandere ai oc#cookie answers#ama
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#cw flashing images#flash warning#tw flashing images#alternate reality game#analog horror#arg#horror#horror game#horror arg#alternate reality#looking for players!
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@supernova2011
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Alternate Reality || Solo
In an alternate reality Declan’s hand was in hers. Nora had told him to close her eyes, his light laughter echoed in the abandoned chapel above the crypt. She would walk backwards, making sure he didn’t trip down the stairs. She’d settle him at the bottom, and memorize his face as he took his first look at their new home. The sign would say Welcome Home Declan and Nora. The birthday gifts would be opened together, because what was her was his and his was hers and this was theirs. They’d curl together on their cot, she’d put names to faces as they looked at the photos taped to the wall next to her pillow. Blood wouldn’t pool beneath them.
In an alternate reality Nora hadn’t gone to Ireland. The gifts at the steps had been opened on her birthday. She wouldn’t have gotten in a fight with Emilio about Regan’s choice, then ultimately pick at him so he wouldn’t think twice when she wasn’t around the next day. She’d have spent her birthday playing Fortnite Festival with Van, and forced her to play the same Olivia Rodrigo song over and over again until Nora managed to get a good score. She’d shown up at Teddy’s for dinner. Wynne and Emilio were at the table, Teddy would come through the door with the biggest display of ham. The night passed by in merriment, a game of trick Emilio into eating was played. Teddy hugged her goodnight. Wynne clasped her hands. Emilio patted her arm. She was happy with her family. She would never know that in Ireland Regan was crossing paths with Declan. The world would never explode into colors she’d never known existed. She’d remain who she was. Now ham reminded her of hamstring, and hamstring was disgusting.
In an alternate reality Declan was born to a family that loved him. He was raised with humans, among humans, as a human. He never knew a life where he was born to die for someone else. Instead he was valued for who he was. A shadow didn’t follow him around in life, waiting for the day a scream replaced his life. In that reality fate chose to cross their paths. He saw the monster before him and he felt fear. Without living in fear his whole life, he never learned about the emotion. It was always what waited in the darkness, the risk of heights and the stress of poor performance. Without fear cradling his whole life, he was unable to look at Nora with the same fearless love he’d held by the waterfall.
In an alternate reality Nora wasn’t sitting alone in the dark crypt. The sign welcoming her home hadn’t sent an arrow into her heart, and the presents neatly piled at the stairs hadn’t brought tears to her eyes. She hadn’t cut her finger on the paper while opening them. The cut hadn’t distracted her for hours as she watched drops of blood slip from the slash, a weak imitation of the cut across Declan’s throat. A shadow didn’t remind her how worthless and undeserving she was.
In the alternate reality there were no cups from Ariadne. An invitation to a picnic. A want to know her more. A carved bear from Metzli. Osito, the name she’d loved. A hope for a good birthday, and many more. A picture from Van. A message of good things to come. A hope that she was having fun. Fuck. She had been having fun in Ireland until reality snuck in and slit fun’s throat. In that alternate reality there wasn’t a bear from Emilio. A note that he was sorry. A note that he wanted her to come by. A note that told her he’d leave if he had to, as long as she had a good birthday.
In that alternate reality she read Regan’s note the day of her birthday, and after some brief annoyance, she let it go. She accepted the words. “If you’re reading this, then I am already in Ireland. I’m sorry I did not tell you when I was leaving. It was for the best. Your tenacity might have gotten you killed. Besides, this town needs you. It is full of people to extort, and help, if you are so inclined, which I know you to be. You’re a strange one, you know. I do not think that’s bad. I used to. Now I’m less certain. I will even suggest that you are correct not to listen to anyone, including Emilio.”
In that alternate reality Nora was still the girl that needed to hear those words. And she would have listened to them despite the last line. And Declan would be alive. People in the town would be extorted. Maybe she’d have found one person she was capable of saving. Every now and then she’d think of Regan, the screams they shared, and fun they’d had. She’d think ‘I hope Regan is doing okay.’ But the thought would pass and life would go on, and their fates weren’t so intricately woven together that she considered Regan to be family and hated her for it. In that alternate reality she wasn’t crying in the dark over a pile of presents and loathing herself for every choice she’d ever made.
But this wasn’t an alternate reality. This was the path she’d chosen. The consequences of her actions. The mistakes she’d made. The reality of it all. And that was too much. So Eleanor “Nora” Pine did what she always did. She walked away.
#solo#alternate reality#suicidal ideation tw#hello I know it’s another sad Nora solo I’m sorry#it’s just there are story elements that need to be told and she’s not verbal enough to do it with someone else#this is my last one#I tried to keep these short#tldr; Nora has big emotions and walks away from wickeds rest because she has a run away problem#that’s it!#thank you for everyone who read this arc
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continuation under cut
#deltarune#comic#long post#tw bullying#tw low self esteem#issues cw#insecurity cw#pink addison#spamton#spamton g spamton#namecalling cw#negative cw#dtr#alternative reality#tw discrimination
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Okay so I checked the backyard again.
The plushie is missing... Guess Shadow Dude likes it.
However, I'm seeing a lot of white feathers... big white ones.
They're gigantic, they're almost at long as my arm.
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Fuck the “ necessary “
Fuck doing things/not doing things you want to do
Fuck doing things/not doing things you not want to do
Fuck not doing things/not doing things you want to do
Fuck not doing things/not doing things you not want to do
Fuck the dominance
Fuck the submission
Fuck the versatility
Fuck the switching/swapping/ ///etc
Fuck the authority
Fuck the followers
Fuck the breakers
Fuck the leaders
Fuck you
#vent#tw vent#vent 4/21/24#tw existential angst#tw existential dread#tw existential bullshit#tw existential crisis#tw simulation#tw alternate reality#tw unreality#tw realities#tw reality#tw realms#tw dimensions#tw planes#tw reincarnation#tw reincarnate#tw incarnate#tw non beings#tw non spiritual#tw beings#tw spiritual
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this was supposed to be one of my AUs that i created that never makes sense (and abandoned), 🔸Lone Survivor, but you can imagine it as anything you want
🔸Lone Survivor
where jack clipped realities and now he's in another world with just him alone as an only living human and just zombies, (they're not even that many) and the only way connection to the real world is just by twitch streaming so the only voice that he's ever heard in 7 months is just the dono text-to-speech lady, his memory about his friends starts to blur, making him really scared and frustrated trying to remember, having chat to explain how they look and sound like, and starts to see things, and he's definitely going insane
oh his poor friends having to sit through all that happening by a screen, unable to do anything
but hey he found a ferret though! my twitter poll named him "Piss"
#jack manifold#jack manifold fanart#dsmp#dsmp fanart#dsmp au#alternative universe#alternative reality#tw blo0d#cw bl00d#bl0od#tw g0re#art block
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hiiiiii tumblr people
been forever since ive actually used this hellsite but i thought id make myself a little personal blog so im not uh. lonely
my name’s marron, pronouns they/them. yknow. im a worshipper and student of Lord Uphir as you could have guessed from my url, ill interact with angel worshippers as long as you dont try to exorcise me or call angels to my home and shit. should be obvious but demon hunters and holy beings of boundless light DNI. also i think my posts might end up in a parallel dimension sometimes but feel free to interact if you’re not from my world!
more info under the funny cut [blog rules + OOC info]
In a world where the sun never rises, the demons of the moon descend.
Mankind is granted an ancient gift, and told to pray to the sky.
The surgeon’s disciple calls forth beasts with claws and teeth that rend,
And the moon illuminates a town where time passes peacefully by.
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Welcome to Unmoor, a small midwestern town in a world that is not our own. A world where working mothers summon demons to babysit their kids, teens play pranks using ancient blood magic, and everyone knows the catchy jingle for the local exorcism van. In this alternate dimension, “modern gothic” is taken to its extreme, and yet the horrors are seen as something completely normal. They’ve lived with it all their lives, anyway.
It is said that Earth used to exist under the glow of The Sun, the ever-watching eye of the Angels. However, after a primordial celestial war, the eye was closed and The Moon, the cold and desolate home of the Demons, took its throne in the sky. In the modern day, no one living knows how The Sun’s rays felt, and they’ve adjusted to a dark world filled with horrific beasts and magical forces beyond human comprehension.
Most humans practice at least a little bit of the dark arts, which manifests much more visibly in this world. Whether their power lies in blood, primordial tongues, alchemy, or a pact with a Demon, magic can be found in all walks of life and can be applied in many facets of daily life. Marron, the in-universe owner of the blog, specializes in demonic summoning and communing with dark entities, though their powers are enhanced by their devotion to the Demon Lord, Uphir.
Other than that, life on this darker Earth isn’t too different from our world, especially in the mundanities. As dark a reflection it may be, there is still social media and gas stations and taxes. Taxes are the darkest force of all.
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You don’t have to exist on the darker Earth to interact, but if you want to make your own character in this world, there aren’t too many rules. All powerful Demons and Angels, like Demon Lords or rulers (including Uphir himself who is reserved for me) aren’t allowed without permission to keep lore consistent. Lower demonic entities, angel drones, humans and semi-humans are allowed. If you have lore questions you can ask me, but I’ve left the lore kinda vague so people can expand on it organically! You don’t even have to live in Unmoor if you don’t want, you can invent another town or even country based on where you live. Please tag any posts from this world with “posts from moonlit earth”, and feel free to include “posts from unmoor/(where your character is from)”, and PLEASE accurately trigger warning your posts!!
Please do not interact if you’re homophobic, transphobic, queerphobic, ableist, racist, a sexual-focused blog, or you support any global genocide efforts. I won’t hesitate to use the report button.
#posts from moonlit earth#posts from unmoor#oc rp#roleplay#oc roleplay#in character#character blog#oc blog#unreality#tw unreality#tw unsettling#tw demons#tw horror#oc lore#lore#liminal#alternate universe#alternate reality#alternate timeline
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Welcome, welcome!
Hello from where ever you came, I'm glad you came to join. Here, you can read the prequel to Into The Descent.
Now tells the tale of one portal opening up some place, some time in Pennsylvania, leading way to strange creatures finding their ways up into the world to cause chaos and confusion. Then, there comes the researchers. The scientists. Then, their big breakthrough.
Now, now, I can't tell you everything here, but I have a few warnings.
This story might delve into harsher topics and visual sights that might make some uncomfortable. I will begin to list them, if you see any that is off to you, I recommend to back away. This is is also an ongoing story, meaning its not completed yet, so a few warnings may not ever appear, but I'm adding them just in case. If everything is okay for you, then go on forward.
And if you have any questions, ask away!
Descriptions/drawings of blood, violence, death, and gore.
Mentions of neglect.
Parental death.
Torture.
Possible mentions of alcohol/alcoholism.
Implied child abuse.
Possible mentions of manipulation.
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LOADING WEBPAGE..
Hello there. Welcome to this askblog.
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Lets go over some rules and regulations, shall we?
1. NO NSFW ASKS.
2. This has nothing to do with the actual Mark101 ARG, and therefore should not be treated as such.
3. Dont force me to answer your asks. Im busy.
4. This takes place in an AU and OCs will be present.
5. Dont harass me.
6. Dont be a fucking bitch. :3 That means NO SLURS, by the way.
Heres some things about ✺ before we begin.
1. Frenemies with @shapeshivvter’s oc, Fire.
2. Little fucking. gay boy. he kisses men.
3. :autism:😇😈 Hes also dyslexic. MEGA anger issues too
4. Frequently breaks containment, leaving the admins busy all the time.
5. Dreams of becoming powerful one day.
6. ‘Friends’ with SUBJUGATE and INTEGRITY.
7. Often tries to act smarter than he really is.
8. ⚠️ERROR. MORE TO BE ADDED LATER.⚠️
That should be all. Bye bye now!
TAGS:
Star_Speaks - Self explanatory.
Star_Rambles - Ditto.
Star_Info - For lore dumps or just random facts he shares.
Star_△ - Used when mentioning Fire/△ in a post.
Star_Logs - Lore relevant.
Star_Integrity - When the void entity is mentioned.
Star_Subjugate - Ditto.
Star_Admins - When admins are mentioned.
Edit: New tags are being used! However, old posts will not be changed, because im lazy. New tags are:
[✺] Whispers echo. [Post]
[✺] Oh. Im rambling. [Rant]
[✺] You crave information. [Info]
[✺] △ [When Fire is mentioned.]
[✺] The moon is calling. [Lore]
[✺] Integrity. [Void Entity 1]
[✺] Subjugate [Void Entity 2]
[✺] Down with the admins. [Admins]
#ask blog#askblog#ask me anything#ask me stuff#ask me questions#ask me shit#character ask blog#mark101#markus101#✺#star mark101#mark101 star#arg#alternate reality#tw derealization#tw dereality#minecraft#minecraft ask blog#Star_Admins#tbotv arg#tbotv#the bottom of the void
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an alternative reality concept Roc Hijoushiki
trigger warning for: toxic relationship, threats, abuse
An au concept for Roc with a different past and behavior. He is a loving and kind of silly archdemon who rushes into doing what he desires but unfortunately the person he fell in love with turned out not the best partner, which changed his behavior at the roots.
He is “calm” and cold but he acts that way because he feels so heartbroken he can’t speak or emote much. He may also have some sort of cognitive disability. He was very loving but because of his ex actions he was living in a neverending state of confusion and crisis - he couldnt understand why would someone who loves him say and do the things they do.
He met Lobco years after that past experience, and since he has no desire to do much and has head full of thoughts only about his past love, he didnt do anything with her. She understood however, that Roc was going thowugh tough times, and became his cool nice friend.
Roc: a heartbroken archdemon who seems passive and cold, but he is actually still the same as he always been, he just feels so heartbroken he can’t speak or move much. His feelings mangle his insides to the point he is unable to speak words. Used to be much more violent, but now is too busy thinking heavy thoughts about his love so he doesnt harm anyone as much. Still is very powerful and dangerous.
Lobco: A shrimp-lobster hybrid girl who lives in the sea. Rarely leaves home and always wishes to travel and see new places but whenever she does leave, she hates it. Is pretty sarcastic and nagging, and can trashtalk anyone, even her friends, but never speaks that way to Roc, being sensible to his difficult emotional phase. She taught him to play ocarina. Later they both learned the truth about their world and that they belong to the same deity.
Because of learning from Lobco how to play ocarina, Roc is now the only archdemon who posseses the power of the sea , through the ability to play music
Lobco’s friends gifted Roc an ocean-themed attire - blue shrimp outfit
#alternative reality#concept#unserious concept#au#noncanon#roc hijoushiki#roc cw#tw abuse#tw abusive relationship mention
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Day 8: Ornate
[Transcript:]
July 27th, 1962
Dear Journal,
I knew it. I knew the doc was in on this whole mess. Not just in on it, he’s been pulling his strings the whole time.
The patients. They haven’t been running away. Not even just disappearing. Monroe is doing something to them, I know he is.
The archives didn’t have anything new to find. A lot of files were either missing or redacted, and I think whoever’s working for the doctor is starting the process all over again. Tommy’s files are almost unreadable, everything’s redacted.
I had a feeling I knew where I’d find the missing documents, and I was right. In a locked drawer, in Monroe’s office. Detailed patient records, ones that painted a nasty picture.
From what I can gather, Teddy and Piper Conway were the twin children of one of the rich townies. Teddy was half blind, weak in the legs, and described as “Melancholic.” Piper, on the other hand, towered over her peers, spoke almost never, and displayed a history of aggressive behavior, especially toward her brother. They were admitted together after a fight, seemingly pitted against each other as part of Monroe’s treatment, sedated, lobotomized, and then vanished. The only other note I could find was that their father refused to take them back after the procedure, and “gave them over willingly.”
What that means, I have no idea. Nothing good, that’s for certain. And now it’s happening all over again. These people need our help, and what? They get treated worse than dogs and who knows what else now?
There was… something else in the drawer too. Something I can’t quite explain.
I thought it was a mirror. One of those decorative, fancy desk mirrors. I wasn’t sure what it was doing in a drawer until I touched it. I heard something. Someone. A whisper, a tiny one, and it said “Help me.”
I nearly dropped it. I stashed it in my bag with the documents. I need to show Terri later, so we can figure out what the hell is going on in this place.
Signed Sam
[Prompt List]
[Previous] - Day 7: Cremated
[Next] - Day 9: Calcified
#my art#digital art#apoctober#apoctober 2023#apoctober day 8#horror art#horror#body horror#tw: body horror#unreality#tw: unreality#arg#alternate reality game#New Heart Bay#New Heart Historical Society#art timelapse#halloween 2023
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