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𖦹 ⋆｡°✩ There's Something Wrong with Shin Doa

๋࣭ ⭑ characters ; shin doa, mentions of song seoyi, sasha flores, and lalita suwannathat ! ๋࣭ ⭑ warnings ; violence, murder, brief mentions of csa and suicide ! ๋࣭ ⭑ word count ; 2k !

Doa’s mother’s only dream in life was to have a little girl. A perfect little girl she could dote on and dress in frills and bows, buy her dolls, and take videos at her dance recitals. She settled down with the first man who was willing to get her pregnant, but it took years of enduring a loveless relationship before she finally conceived. When she found out she was having a baby girl, she was absolutely overjoyed. Everything she had suffered through in life was finally worth it. She would have her baby girl and life would be perfect.

But the universe has a knack for not giving you quite what you want in life. Doa’s mother, Seoyi, who had only ever wished and prayed for her, knew from very early on that there was something wrong with her little girl. Something off.

Doa spent the first few years of her life screaming and crying in what felt like a never-ending cycle. She’d lie and throw things and scribble all over the walls just to watch her mother scrub it off and do it all over again. She’d yell and thrash and bite when she didn’t get her way. As much as she wanted to slap that little girl around, Seoyi pretended, pretended, pretended. She had to pretend everything was perfect, but she was sure she was cursed. Her prayers were heard by a malevolent god who knew that everything came with a twisted price. They always say be careful what you wish for, right? Yet, she still dressed her up when she could, when Doa was calm enough to let her put those frills and bows on her. She still bought her dolls she would later break, ripping them limb from limb, and still signed her up for ballet lessons, attending every recital with video camera in hand.

She took well to dance lessons. Doa loved the attention she got when she performed, drinking in the awed stares and the look of her body contorting so beautifully in the mirror. Not to mention her mother was so relieved she had found somewhere to dump her for hours at a time, even if she had to find new studios for her every year or so. Every time another little girl would mysteriously get hurt or refuse to come to class out of fear.

Doa knew she was born wrong. Her mother told her as much in grade school when she pushed a girl in her dance class down the stairs in the hopes that she would get her role as a little snowflake in The Nutcracker. And again in high school when she got caught sleeping with a teacher. I mean, he was clearly the pervert there, right? She was just taking the advantage of getting better grades, what made her so bad for that? She knew there was something different about her when she laughed through a broken nose as her hands locked around the throat of the girl who snitched on them in the school stairwell. The metallic taste of blood flooding her mouth, staining her teeth red didn’t deter her. She didn’t feel anything besides exhilarated as the girl’s nails scratched at her arms and face, ripping into her flesh in her desperation. Doa was torn off her before the other girl had passed out, but she had wondered what it would have been like. What it would have been like to feel the fight leave her, the life strangled out of those loose fucking lips.

She was scouted by SM Entertainment when she 14. The man had chased her down an empty street to give her the card, breathlessly claiming her visuals were stunning. Any other girl being followed by a strange man would have been afraid. The way she clutched the pocket knife she stole in her jacket pocket may have given an outsider the impression that she was. But her heart didn’t hammer as his footsteps quickly caught up to hers in the dim lighting. She didn’t run, she didn’t change her pace of walking a single fraction. In fact, she was hoping he would lay his hands on her so she could have an excuse to ram that little blade right between his ribs. She wanted to see what that white button-up would look like as the vivid, sticky red soaked through.

She always knew how to hide it well enough. She knew how you were supposed to react in any given scenario. Laugh when a boy tells a joke he thinks is funny, even if it’s terrible. Smile when someone helps you with something, even if they’re just trying to get something out of you for it. Cry when the dog on the tv dies, that is not the time to laugh or judge the idiot main character. But that sadistic streak remained. She liked to get a rise out of the other girls in the practice rooms. Made snide, hidden comments about their appearances in the mirror. Snickered in the back of the room when they messed up. Flirted with the boys they liked. She liked to see their faces turn bright red as the tears welled up in their eyes. It made her feel powerful, not sorry. She liked the ones who would join in. Well, tolerated may be the better word. But those who laughed with her, who pinched soft flesh and stole boyfriends, they were safer from her torment. Doa liked being feared. But she liked being followed even more. She loved being loved, being revered like an uncaring god, a twisted Madonna. The feeling gave her a rush of power like nothing else, and she knew that it was all she wanted to pursue in life.

She received a warning from SM when the whole expulsion from school for physical fighting happened, but they finally kicked her out when she was 17 after another trainee attempted suicide and listed her name at the top of her letter. Even though Doa was on track to debut with aespa, the girl’s parents were threatening legal action against the company and they decided she was much more expendable than the legal fees and bad press.

Doa seriously considered finishing the job the bitch failed so miserably at. Spent nights dreaming about the different ways she could snuff that idiot girl from the Earth for ruining her shot. But when a recruiter from Prismatic reached out to her, she decided that if she was going to one day become so widely loved and revered that she was utterly untouchable... she needed to clean her act up. Or at least put on a good show of doing so.

The training rooms at Prismatic were much different than the ones at SM. Far fewer trainees crammed into one room, less competition but fewer victims. It was much harder to hide her proclivity under those circumstances. Sure, she was still snide, still cunning, but she learned to be much sneakier about it. The average instructor saw a hardworking and talented girl who had a serious ambition but a minor attitude problem from time to time. She still had her annoyances and her allies, but there was no one she hated more than Lalita. She was too nice, too humble, and far too talented. All the instructors and other trainees fawned over her, a prodigy at dance and song, and just so so sweet. She was their very own Madonna, a pure little virgin chosen by God to bear his fruit of raw talent.

It was obvious that she was supposed to be the star of their soon-to-be group. Before Doa even made the cut Sasha knew it, and she was not one to keep that kind of thing to herself. That bubbling, boiling hatred in her blood only got worse and worse over time, as Lali got special time in the recording studio, private lessons, and even her own room in the dorm as their debut date got nearer and nearer.

No one can prove that Doa placed her foot there on purpose. Lali should’ve landed better on that jump instead of right onto the arch of her sneaker. It hurt her too, you know. Just because she didn’t tear her ACL like Lali did doesn’t mean a stomped-on-foot wasn’t painful. But something Doa didn’t consider in the placement of her foot that fateful day at practice was just how much the company favored Lali. In any other group, a debilitating injury a week before debut just meant they were out of the lineup altogether. Can’t dance, can’t debut. Doa never possibly imagined that Prismatic would delay their debut entirely after pouring so much money into it for one girl. And then to dangle debut right in front of their faces after two years just to snatch it away again for a group of nobodies? If Doa wasn’t positive that Prismatic was her one shot to the top, she would’ve run for the hills. Sending them to America to distract them could only work for so long, but Doa saw a window of opportunity far away from the rest of the watchful eyes of the company.

They all blame her for what happened. Of course, she couldn’t give two shits what they thought of her. Her members, the ones she was stuck sharing the spotlight with for as long as it took. She didn’t care about a single one of them, even Sasha who was so sure that she was her closest confidant. They were just a means to an end. And so was that measly little shove. I mean, it really wasn’t that hard, but the prow of the boat hit a wave at just the right time and well… that debut was going to be theirs with or without her this time. She did them all a favor really, they should be thanking her. Without Lali in the way, they’d all shine even brighter. And it’s not at all her fault that the bitch couldn’t swim.

These days Doa sometimes wakes up feeling like she’s drowning, like she’s choking on salty waves as a hand drags her into the darkness by her ankle. Sasha says it’s probably PTSD or something, but Sasha is an idiot. Her mother always told her growing up that actions have consequences. She never cared before, never heeded one word her mother said to her besides just how beautiful and perfect her miracle baby girl was. But now, she feared she was being haunted, chased down in her subconscious by the spirit of a girl she always knew was a waste of space under those sweet little smiles and perfectly executed combinations. The dreams were tormenting her, having to layer on more and more concealer under her eyes to hide those dark circles for each stage. At least she was on the stage, she told herself. She was on the stage, she had made her debut, and Lali didn’t. She won. Yet she doesn’t feel quite so victorious when she lays down to sleep every night. God, perfect little Lali just had to ruin everything. Doa wanted to scream into every measly puddle of water she laid eyes on to just leave her the fuck alone.

You hear that, Lalita Suwannathat? Leave her alone!

There's got to be something seriously wrong with her.

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blo0d1er · 1 month ago

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꒷꒦ ˖ ° 🪓 ⋆ ｡ BRING IT

SLASH has posted a new video !

tw for fictional depictions of violence and death !

The video opens without the music, a car backing out of the driveway of a suburban, white picket house. Pick Me’s Kiko waves from the door, bidding her parents farewell. As soon as they’re down the driveway, she retreats inside, flopping unceremoniously onto the couch, immediately pulling out her phone to call “Bin😚” as we see on the screen. The phone rings once and the screen splits to reveal Neverland’s Dabin on the other end.

“Hey!” he answers cheerily, tossing a ball in the air and catching it with his free hand.

A smile spreads across her lips at the sound of his voice, a finger twirling in her hair. “Hey, my parents just left,” she kicks up a leg to hook her ankle over her knee, “Are you still coming tonight?”

The ball he tossed up falls against his chest, caught off guard by the question. His cheeks seem to flush pink at the implications, stuttering a reply, “Yeah, I’m there.”

“That’s great–” her smile grows thanks to his agreement until another voice cuts in on the other line.

“We’ll be there, Kiko!” the other voice calls out, clearly unwelcome from the annoyed roll of Kiko’s eyes.

Dabin’s side of the screen zooms out to show DeepDive’s Dowon and Stupid Cupid’s Jeanne messing around on the couch behind Dabin.

Jeanne seems to be trying to shush him with a hand over his mouth, unsuccessful as he dodges and wrestles her arm down. “We’ll bring booze!” she offers as reconciliation when she fails at shutting him up.

Kiko sighs, her unruly friends experts at wearing on her nerves.

“Sorry, Koko,” Dabin mutters an apology on their behalf, his expression sheepish but not making a move to deny them their interruption.

“It’s fine,” she huffs. “Just tell them to be here in an hour.”

“Got it,” he nods and his side of the screen is snuffed out as Kiko ends the call.

She lets out another annoyed exhale, hitting call on another contact labeled “KK.”

“Hiii,” Krush’s Kaleina greets over the phone as she slides into view.

“Come over?” Kiko asks, rolling over onto her stomach, her elbows digging into the plush brown leather.

“What happened to Dabin coming?” Kaleina asks, pressing the phone to her ear with her shoulder as she files her nails, perched on her bed.

“Dowon and Jeanne are coming too, now,” Kiko rolls her eyes again at the thought.

Kaleina lets out a snort of a laugh, her meddling friends always so predictable. “Right. Be there in 20,” she kisses the microphone end of her phone as a goodbye.

Kiko kisses back, ending the call and dropping the phone to the couch. She stands and walks out of frame, the camera slowly zooming in on the window in the back of the room, framing the shadowy dusk outdoors.

The music begins, the intro notes playing as a figure wearing a fox-like mask steps out of the shadows.

As the first verse ensues, Kiko’s guests begin to arrive. They’re setting up a bonfire in her backyard, Dabin and Dowon stacking wood in the firepit while the girls chat and stock the drinks in the fridge just inside the kitchen. You can tell by Kiko’s flushed cheeks and Kaleina and Jeanne’s grins that they’re teasing her for her failed plans of a night with Dabin. Eventually they all gather outside around the lit fire, bundled up in blankets, laughing and messing around. Dabin and Kiko share a blanket, cuddled up together, but they seem a bit shy about it. Dowon and Jeanne sit close together as well, occasionally play fighting over the room on their seat.

Kaleina stands and heads back inside, climbing the stairs to use the bathroom. She’s washing her hands in the sink when we see a figure wearing a bunny mask approach behind her in the reflection in the bathroom mirror. The last we see of Kaleina before the scene cuts out is her eyes suddenly widening when she notices the masked person behind her.

Jeanne is the first to notice Kaleina’s absence getting longer than usual and she decides to go see what’s taking her so long. Jeanne follows Kaleina’s footsteps up the stairs as the pre-chorus begins. The bathroom door at the top of the stairs is slightly ajar, and water is beginning to run out from under it, tinged slightly pink. As Jeanne slowly approaches, pushing the door open all the way, we’re met with a horrific scene. Kaleina’s body is slumped in the bathtub, her bloodied head resting against the running faucet, the water overflowing onto the floor. The water in the tub is red, a smattering of blood on the shattered mirror above the sink creates the vision of her face being smashed into it.

The music cuts out entirely, the only thing viewers can hear being Jeanne’s harsh and panicked breaths. A second later, she lets out a blood-curdling scream, transitioning right into the beginning of the chorus.

The same bunny-masked killer slams the door open behind Jeanne and she shoves them backwards, tumbling out into the hallway. Their body blocks the stairs so she runs the opposite way, towards the bedroom at the end of the hall. She’s just about to slam the door to the bedroom shut, nearly escaping the killer when their arm catches the edge of the door just in time to keep it from shutting in place. The pair struggle against the door when another figure steps out behind Jeanne, unnoticed as she fights tooth and nail to get the door shut.

The figure behind her, wearing a mask mimicking a crying boy with a crown perched on his head lunges forward and wraps their arms around Jeanne’s neck. They go lurching forward back into the hallway as the bunny killer wrenches the door from her grasp. As she struggles against the two figures, a knife flashes in the light before it’s sheathed between her ribs, red blooming on her sweater. She manages to shove the boy king off her back before she’s met with another knife to the abdomen. As she stumbles back, clutching at the blade sticking out of her stomach. The boy king regains their posture and shoves her over the banister to the first floor below. She falls in slow motion, her hair framing her wide eyes and gasping face before she crumples to the floor of Kiko’s entryway, just as the chorus ends.

The remaining trio outside hear the echo of Jeanne’s scream, their heads whipping to face the house where it came from. They exchange wary glances and Dowon shrugs, standing to investigate. He laughs it off, assuring Dabin and Kiko that it’s probably nothing. It’s obvious Kiko isn’t so convinced, but Dabin tightens his arm around her protectively as she anxiously grips the edge of the blanket.

Dowon heads inside, grabbing himself a beer from the fridge before venturing deeper into the house. He calls out Jeanne’s name to no response. As he rounds the corner into the entryway, he sees the pool of her blood smeared against the hardwood, but her body is gone. His brows furrow and his head swings around, calling out her name again. The scene cuts and we see a shotgun being cocked, raised to the eye of a mask that looks like a buck’s head, antlers protruding from the top. The trigger is pulled and we see Dowon again stumbling forward to his hands and knees, the beer bottle dropping from his hand and shattering against the wood.

He struggles to scramble away from the attacker, one hand pressed to the gunshot wound in his stomach. He slips on the mixture of blood and spilled beer covering the floor, broken glass an added obstacle as the killer slowly approaches behind him, cocking the gun once more. A heavy black boot comes down on Dowon’s back, forcing him flat against the floor. His head turns, eyes pleading with the masked killer. It’s the last we see of Dowon, the camera turning to the antlered figure raising the gun once more and squeezing the trigger.

The sounds of the gunshots have fully alerted Dabin and Kiko now. They jump up at the sound of the first, frozen and exchanging concerned looks, debating on what they should do. At the sound of the second, Kiko is frantically pulling out her phone and fumbling to call the police. Dabin slowly approaches the door leading to the kitchen from outside, but Kiko grabs his arm, silently shaking her head, pleading him not to go inside. He reassures her, his expression steeled in determination as he breaks from her hold. She hesitates for a moment before following close behind him.

The house is silent, but the pre-chorus builds once more as the pair enter cautiously through the kitchen door. Kiko’s hand is shaking, pressing her phone to her ear, but when she pulls it away to look quizically at the screen, we can see that she strangely no longer has any service. They’re on their own.

Dabin grabs a knife from the block on the kitchen counter, wielding it in front of him as he slowly moves through the house, shielding Kiko behind him. They pass through the living room, entering the foyer to find Dowon’s body. The camera angle only shows his unmoving legs, but there’s an ever-growing pool of blood surrounding him. We see Dabin’s face pale and Kiko covers her hand with her mouth from over his shoulder, clearly sobbing behind the build of the music.

The shock is short-lived as up the stairs a door suddenly slams closed. Dabin turns to Kiko, telling her to stay put as he investigates. She seems reluctant, shaking her head in refusal at first, but she stays behind as he begins ascending the stairs, blade still outstretched before him. Water is still flooding from the bathroom at the top of the stairs, tinged and flowing down the steps. He looks inside to see the same grizzly scene of Kaleina, paling impossibly more and sparing a glance at a fearful Kiko still posted at the bottom. Yet he moves on, still determined to find who’s responsible.

He pauses outside the closed door at the end of the hall, hesitant. He reaches out, opening the door to find another masked figure standing just inside, donning a mask depicting a cracked doll face, just as the chorus starts up again. Before he can lash out at them, an ax comes down on his shoulder. We see Kiko scream, poised to come up the stairs to his aid, but he manages to kick the attacker back once they wrench the blade from him. He calls for Kiko to run, swinging the kitchen knife in front of him with his other hand and clutching his wound with the other as he attempts to escape. Kiko hesitates for a moment before taking off back through the house, towards the backyard again. She nearly trips on Dowon’s body before she rounds the corner, running through the living room.

Kiko emerges into the backyard again, only lit by the kitchen windows and the fire still burning. We see her breath fog in the air as she turns around, unsure where to go next, what to do. The bridge of the song rises, the anticipation building in the shadows. We see Dabin rounding the corner of the foyer, limping, bloody, and knife-less, but alive. He’s halfway through the living room when we see the doll still pursuing, armed with the ax. He makes it to the kitchen doorway, nearly outside when they catch up to him, Kiko pointing behind him in a terrified warning. He turns just in time to catch the handle of the ax as it comes down on him, struggling with the masked attacker. He manages to push them back for a moment, but they kick in one of his legs, dropping him to his knees. Kiko can only watch in horror as the ax comes down once more, his body falling backward onto the grass. We don’t see his head, but the wooden ax handle juts into the air in front of the killer as the song’s sustained high note echoes.

Kiko turns to run again and finds another masked figure standing in front of the fire, their golden sun mask lit eerily from the back. She’s frozen for a moment, unsure of her next move. She glances backward quickly, finding the doll wrenching the ax back out of Dabin’s corpse, and knows she has to act. She turns to run towards the side of her house, away from the two attackers entirely, but towards that picket fence. It almost seems slow motion as the sun-masked figure pursues after her, gaining quickly, just as she reaches the fence. She slows to try and scale it, but they catch up and drag her back down, throwing her to the ground despite her struggles. A long bronze blade shines in the dim light as it is thrust downwards, into her abdomen. She screams as it’s wrenched back out of her, the attacker lifting her over their shoulder in a fireman’s carry. It’s a slow trek across the darkened yard once more, the lighting reflecting oddly off their gold mask and Kiko’s writhing form.

The gold glows even brighter as they stand over the fire pit, the previous masked figures beginning to gather there. It’s a strange scene that we just get a glimpse of in the shadows before Kiko’s body is being heaved over their shoulder again, into the firepit. Sparks swirl up into the night air as the camera angle zooms out, framing the house where the horrors will soon be discovered as the final words of the outro fade into darkness.

˖ ° 🪓 ⋆ ｡thank you so much to everyone who allowed me to kill their ocs in this hehe !! find kiko at @pickmedolls, dowon at @bluwavez, jeanne at @stcpidcupid, kaleina at @urmykrushhh, and dabin at @ofmanycol0rs !