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Louise found herself in what looked to be … a ‘man cave’, if she was being blunt. The ping-pong table, the overcompensating television set, the shoddy couch. It looked like something you would find in the basement of a grown man’s house! But still, she couldn’t help but be drawn at the sight of the piano. Her train of thought was interrupted by that nearby door.

She braced herself as the door opened, and was surprised by the arrival of the short blue guy, who made her heart jump a little in her chest at the sight of him. There was an awkward feeling that washed over her as she took in the sight of him, one she couldn’t quite put her finger on. Whatever it was, it made her cheeks burn… after a moment, she finally caught her voice from the depths of her throat, and she spoke in response.

“Oh, yeah.”

Her attention turned to the second man to arrive. He towered over her, which made her feel a little uneasy — but not as much as seeing his face. He looked like he could be her long lost brother! Right down to the little details. She felt like she had seen him before, but she didn’t know where… she couldn’t help her concern when she heard that he was injured, though, raising her hands.

“No, I definitely feel it too… but did you really hit your head?”

Then there was the next boy, who was definitely a lot younger than the three of them. She felt bad, thinking that a kid could be in such a scary place like this… but then again, they were all here, and that made her feel worse. She offered him a friendly smile, which immediately dropped again upon mention of the green man’s name. Lewis…? No way! What a strange coincidence. That was awfully close to Louise.

“… Wait, do you two know each other?”

Finally, the arrival of the last man. Looks like Louise was the only girl here. If Louise was Purple Daphne, and Lewis was Green Fred, this guy must be Orange Shaggy. He too was… really familiar. Something that made Louise’s heart drop into the pit of her stomach. Why did she get such a bad feeling from these boys…? She didn’t want to feel bad, these were just strangers, right? Still, she offered him a friendly smile as well. In an unknown place, she didn’t want to make enemies. “Um… hi.” 

She cleared her throat, clenching her fist before her mouth before putting her hands on her hips. “Well… uh… I’m going to take a shot in the dark and say you guys are new here too, right? So I don’t suppose… you have any idea what’s going on here?”

The scenery’s nothing he isn’t used to. It reminds him of the state of his dorm in college, often ransacked by roommates. There’s a distinct lack of empty beer bottles, which is a nice change. It smells like disinfectant. Artificial, lifeless, and entirely uncomfortable. It reminds him of his internships in forensics labs, stuffed to the brim with powerful scents. Chemical processes, old belongings, and the occasional bit of air freshener. All of it to mask the scent of death that came along with an autopsy.

Vinny takes in the others. Sure, he’s only the second-shortest person in the room, but with the Titan siblings towering over him in shades of green and purple, it doesn’t make much of a difference. His eyes linger a bit too long on the absolutely statuesque woman among them. Odd. He closes his eyes, pulling his scarf up around his mouth, hiding the dusting of pink on his cheeks. Staring at the jolly green giant next to her isn’t helping either, given how similar the two are in appearance.

The orange beanpole of a man with heterochromia is no better, as whatever elation he had drops off a cliff and into a pit of melancholy. Again, this is unwarranted. He tries to remember what the cause of this sudden mood shift is, but it makes his head hurt something fierce. Vinny puts a pin in it, but drops the subject for now. Seems that the only person who he doesn’t have an emotional reaction on seeing is the only person shorter than him.

Content to simply listen, he only speaks up when his initial question is answered.

“So, nobody here knows why we’re here, what’s in store, or where we are.”

Or any number of them are lying.

“Guess we’re gonna be here for a while, then, so we might as well get to know each other. My name’s Vinny. I trust you all have one of these too.”

He holds up his ID card, showing the name and picture, the other information covered by his thumb. Giving his name is a gesture of trust. If they’re going to get out of this alive, they’ll need to work together. To do so effectively, they need to trust one another. Vinny may harbor his doubts, but for now, their lives are in each others’ hands.

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��    —    KIMBERLY   :   graceful   &   smart.   the   pterodactyl   dinosaur   shall   be   yours.

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As Louise came to, she rubbed her at her forehead. Her head was throbbing. Sitting upright, she instinctively straightened out her skirt first and foremost, before throwing her legs over the side of the bed. 

She looked around. Everything… felt off. She couldn’t quite put her finger on it, as her mind was still hazy. She got up, legs moving almost on their own to the bathroom. Looking in the mirror, she felt queasy at the sight of her reflection. Why was she wearing such a drab uniform? 

She turned on the faucet to cold, running her hands beneath the water before rubbing it against her cheeks to wake herself up. Still, that uneasy feeling didn’t leave her. The more that she thought about it, the more that panic began to set in, and Louise tried to recall how she even got there. But she couldn’t, continuously drawing a blank every time. Her anxiety only increased. 

As she exited the bathroom, she noticed the TV had turned on. An odd, short message from a mysterious voice played. Exploration…? She looked towards the metal door. She reached out, beginning to tug the door handle, but it wouldn’t budge. Finally, she noticed the card reader.

Taking a moment’s breather, she began to examine the room to see if she could find anything resembling a card. Finally, she found the ID card on the desk, sitting beneath one of the open math books. Louise Pepper, Year Two, Class B… There was even her picture, though she didn’t remember taking it… and it wasn’t the most flattering she had ever taken. 

She flipped the card around. It had a strip on the back. Approaching the door again, she swiped the card. It gave a satisfying beep after what seemed like the longest second, before the door clicked and the handle came loose. Holding her breath, the girl pushed open the door… and fell out into what seemed to be a common room. Other doors lined either side of the room, with two next to her own, and three across the way. Were there… other people here? Before she could take action, a nearby door opened…

It aches. Everything aches. Joints, limbs, head, all of his body throbs with a dull, lingering pain. His vision's blurry, and he realizes he isn't wearing glasses. Fumbling for them, he finds that they're not where his hand thinks they are. After crawling on the floor on all fours for a minute or two, he finds them and puts them on - just in time, it seems to be greeted by a mysterious voice coming from the TV screen. The bomb's ominous enough of a symbol, but the message is enough to send shivers down his spine.

Exploration can come later. For now, it's time to go over what he knows.

Walking into the bathroom, he can see that he's not wearing his usual attire. Thank goodness his captors left him his beanie and his scarf, or he'd have torn this place apart trying to find them. Examining his face and arms in the mirror, he doesn't see any distinguishing bruises or marks. However he got here, there wasn't any struggle. There doesn't seem to be anything in the bathroom that's out of the ordinary, but he's cautious of the way he acts. There could be hidden recording devices anywhere in the room.

It takes a few minutes for him to do a cursory look around the room and to find the ID card, hidden under his pillow. With how malicious and mischievous that voice from the TV sounded, he expects that nothing's going to be easy when it comes to finding out about this miserable place. Sighing deeply, he decides that he's discovered all he can for now, even if he'd like to do a more thorough examination. He swipes his ID card and opens the door.

His eyes widen when he sees someone who's already there. She's tall, elegant, and captivating, and his eyes widen at the sight of her. She looks just as lost as him, but he remembers, anyone can be a suspect. Nevertheless, he'll be better off working with other people who are stuck here than trying to figure out what's happening on his own. Clearing his throat, he speaks.

“...You're stuck here too, right? Did you hear the message on the TV a little while ago?”

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Don't you want to forget again?

“...No.”

“Even if she’s dead. Please don’t take my Louise away from me again.”

[blvescarf]

What did it feel like to watch your girlfriend's body get mangled in that cave?

“Like every happy thing inside me had been punched full of holes. Just like she was.”

“Is that what you wanted to hear?”

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❝ I’LL TRY IT YOUR WAY FOR ONCE. ❞ ❝ REMEMBER WHAT WE USED TO SAY? ❞

— JACKPOT. 

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Chloe holds out a small wrapped box to Vinny. On a sticker on the wrapping paper is a smiley face followed by 'please don't shake me, I'm glass.' Why? Because Chloe has made several glass painted portraits of paranormal entities she knows Vinny likes, following a tutorial she saw on the internet. The infamous Mothman, Flatwoods Monster, and even a spooky ghost. Beaming from ear to ear, the girl gives a joyous "Merry Christmas!"

Vinny looks over each of the portraits in kind, his smile growing wider with each of them. By the end, he’s absolutely beaming.

“Thank you so much, Chloe! I got something for you too...”

He holds up a large package. It’s a full cosplay kit for Cloud Strife, complete with a replica Buster Sword!

“Merry Christmas, Chloe!”

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“Louise, hold me back.”

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why do you hurt?

because you were meant to.

it was built into you. designed for you. there is pain here because it was meant for you, and how fucking dare they. your suffering is not their right. you hurt because they gave you ways to suffer and carved it into you when you could not breathe, because the intention always was that they could weaponize your pain against you. it is Yours. You are Yours. How fucking dare they. they cannot make you theirs; do not let them try.

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Miscellaneous mun facts!

relationship status : taken by @rcbotarm & @ghxstgal​ & @/ridaku !!

favorite color : grays and navy blues

lipstick or chapstick : allowing my lips to crack and bleed, i’m too tempted to lick them

last song i listened to :  mario 2 overworld genesis remix

last movie/show i watched : terminalmontage videos

top three characters : seto kaiba, kenpachi zaraki, dante sparda

top three ships : lewvithur, dante x pizza, sefikura in the absolute worst way possible

books i’m currently reading : everything by agatha christie again

Tagged by: @ghxstgal Tagging: steal this

[blvescarf]

what is your throne made of?

gold.

those who rule from a throne of gold lead their people fiercely and courageously. even when they feel unfit to rule, they soldier on and never let their fears weaken any aspect of their reign. they value bravery over all other assets. although they care for their people with a burning loyalty, they also believe that violence is sometimes necessary, a symbol of strength to protect the kingdom when it is threatened.

stolen from @ghxstgal​ steal this too!

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❯ VINNY YUKINO ( @blvescarf​ ) — A second year at Fortune Academy, Vinny is an exceptionally brilliant boy who spends his time lost in his strange fascination for all things paranormal. Like a true mystery solver, Vinny will do whatever it takes to protect his friends and get to the truth.

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*there is a small struggle as it tries to figure out how to drink it. Eventually it manages to "drink" some water before climbing off the bottle*

Thank! Thank!

*it seems to give a tiny nod before it skitters away into the darkness*

“Happy trails, little... thingy.”

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* it lets out a pleased noise, skittering closer*

Sip! Sip!

He hands over a water bottle and pops open the cap.

“All yours.”

[blvescarf]

*it's shuffles out*

S-sip? Can have s-sip?

want...drink...please

“...Sure, I have a spare bottle.”

[blvescarf]

cold...need...container

*it shuffles further into the darkness*

master...want...vessel...but so...cold

no...want...hurt

“...Cold? Well, I’m not the the best at fixing that.”

“Ice powers.”

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*its suspicious,and refuses to*

h-home...don't...want...home...

“...I can’t understand you. You don’t want to go home?”