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just a little thought

I wonder what hell is like. After watching the Good Place, it got me thinking. 

If i do end up in the bad place, I might find it similar to pure torture at first. Unbearable pain, being chased by god knows what, reliving nightmares and horrible memories from my previous life. 

But would it be so bad?

I would soon get used to the torture, even if they throw different stuff at me, soon it would become a repetitive cycle of pain. And the thing about humans is that we learn, adapt, and soon survive the challenges they throw at us.

If they chase me, I won’t run away, I’ll run towards them, hands swinging.

If they try to cut me, I’ll fight back and struggle.

Fear would become afraid of me, if I grow bored of Hell. Pain can only serve to fuel my adrenaline for so long, before fear becomes anger and rage.

Why must I only suffer? They cut me. If anything they should serve multitudes of the Hell I face, as they have destroyed humans and hurt them mercilessly since the birth of time. Is this concept really fair? 

Humans adapt to survive. We will soon grow numb towards the trauma inflicted upon us, being a common occurrence. 

If feelings are used to torture us, putting us in a mental hell, we merely forego our emotions, and react only logically. 

It is the only way to survive.

Maybe one day, Hell will grow to fear human life, when human life no longer responds to the torture. Then the cycle is flipped, and Hell will experience the real torture. From humans who have been broken to the point of no return. Of pure savages that have fought back against the trauma, and enslaved the demons lurking inside. 

I will wait for that day to arrive.

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Yandere Head canons Part 2 : Wally Darling

hihi so sorry for the wait I was caught up with some work but here's part 2! Hope you like it!

Themes: Yandere, Obssesive traits, Murder

Wally can't seem to understand it, as time flew by. Your fascination with that stupid fool Howdy was just simply growing, and the more Wally could think about it, the more violent he felt.

What if you don't come and visit him anymore? What if you start visiting Howdy instead? Would you like him more than Wally? What the absolute hell does Howdy have that Wally doesn't?!

Wally no longer could sleep in his bed, the thoughts of you and Howdy Pillar circling his mind and invading his thoughts. He instead curled up in his yellow fluffy chair, slipping on an old sweater you had forgotten to retrieve, still unwashed, in your favourite color.

It still smells like you. Perfect. Your scent was like nectar of the gods, as he pressed the collar of the sweater close to his nose, breathing it in. It was as if you were sleeping with him, your hands wrapped around his body, snuggled close.

But that soon would not last, for when he woke up and got out of Home to see Barnaby, there you were, walking down the street with Howdy Pillar, heading to his grocery shop. Of course, he didn't know you were merely working for Howdy Pillar. How else were you going to pay for utilities and food?

So, Wally started to stalk ensure you were safe. In the morning, Home and Wally would watch you closely from the safety of Home, making your way to work. Then, Wally would leave Home, walking in your footsteps slowly, making sure Howdy didn't come over.

Barnaby and Julie immediately noticed this volatile change in Wally. He no longer showed up to their little get-togethers, no longer involved in the show much. Just you. Only you. When they could finally reach him, crouched in a bush in front of your house at night holding a pair of binoculars, he brushed it off, chuckling to them, with a bright voice.

"What? Me? Stalker?! Please! My dear neighbor here is just... involved, per say, with some bad folk! Can't have a bad apple ruin such a rosy red one like her!"

Barnaby and Julie left him after that, hurrying away, afraid to interfere any further. They saw the way his dilated pupils trembled with such passionate obsession, his hands shaking around the binoculars, your sweater poking out from under his dark blue cardigan. Something was deeply wrong with him.

You on the other hand, just seemed a little sad. What happened to your dear friend? You and Wally seemed so close, and all of a sudden whilst you were talking in Home next to him(mid speech too might you add) he had you shoved out of Home! Was your friendship doomed? Did he hate you? Did you say something wrong?

As you curled up in your bed that night, you felt your tiny heart ache a little. You were just gaining feelings for this neighbor, but maybe it wasn't meant to be? As you tucked yourself under the covers, your eyelids gently closing shut, you would have failed to notice the window of your house slowly creaking open, and a shadowy figure climbing in.

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It had now been two weeks since you became doubtful about your friendship with Wally, the autumn hued sun dipping into the land for the moon to take over. You didn't have a good day either. With Howdy not showing up today to man the cashier and all the duties that came with a manager, you were stuck with more workload than you intended.

Dressed in your uniform, you walk gloomily back to your house making your way up the steps to your front door- wait a minute.

Your porch is a mess- but when you left this morning for work, the carpet that read Welcome Home was in front of your front door flat, your front door key hidden under it. Your door, locked tight. Now. there was dirt and a dried rust colored substance tracking the whole of the porch, the mat thrown to the side, and the key missing.

Your front door was ajar. Oh god no.

What if it was a burglar?! You had no weapon!

Grabbing a flower pot at the side, you creaked the door open, tiptoeing against the carpeted floor, damp with a maroon substance, leading to your bedroom.

Nothing seemed to be stolen from the living room, to your surprise.

Does this intruder want to... kill you?

You shake the thought away as you suck in a shaky breath, your hands shaking from nerves, and gently nudge your front door open.

In the light of the moon, a shadowy figure crouched by your bed, murmuring to himself, fiddling with two small objects on your bed, as if unsure of his decision.

The minute your eyes fell on the signature blue cardigan, you knew.

"Wally?"

He turned to look at you, hearts in his eyes, a crazed smile stretching across his face, hands drenched in blood, and a pair of eyeballs sitting on your bed, staining the bedsheets red.

"OH- Darling! Look what I got for you! That no good rotten Howdy of yours won't harass you any longer. I love you too much, don't you see that? You missed me don't you? I missed you too. "

He gets up, walking over to a frozen you, your (e/c) eyes shaking with a profound fear.

Burying you in a suffocating hug, his bloody hands circling around your waist, his head nuzzling your neck and inhaling your scent.

This was what you get, honestly.

You're the apple of his eye! Only his.

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Yandere Head Canons: Wally Darling

For some reason, yandere and obsessive Wally (ahhh pookie <3) seems so obvious, and i can't help but see it! It's so in his nature. Hope you enjoy!

Themes: yandere a smidge, lil fluff, delusional yandere, obsessive traits

I would think when he first meets you, it would probably be much later after the first episode of the Welcome to the Neighborhood series is aired.

He would probably know you as one of the new characters there, just a simple minded little person who has no clue what's going on behind the scenes and is just happy to be there.

He would be pretty alright with you at first like the other neighbors, maybe joining the other neighbors in their day-to-day activities, picking up mail at the post office, or having fun with Frank and Julie.

You start to notice him more often, and of course, being a great neighbor, you JUST have to get to know him. oh if only you knew how bad a decision this must be.

You feel excited at first, standing in front of the front door of Home, an apple pie in your hand, just to make peace with your neighbor and make a possible friend! Just in case, you talked with Julie and Frank and got his likes and dislikes, afraid of not wanting to upset this person you haven't talked to yet.

After a few light raps to the front door of Home, you'd wait there patiently, hoping that Wally Darling is in. Immediately he opened the door, and lo and behold, it's Wally!

He lets you in, and can't help but notice the delicious fragrance of apple wafting from your hands into his nostrils. An apple pie? How absolutely lovely of you!

After several hours of talking and conversing about the Neigborhood itself, and the puppets that live here, you can notice how Wally slowly lets himself get comfortable with you, allowing you to switch with him to sit on his iconic yellow chair.

But oh, the way you sat propped up happily in it, your thighs crossed just right , your bright smiling eyes looking up at him, Wally can't help but think you're just made for this. Nothing bizarre of course, maybe Julie or Barnaby could fare just as well, but there's something just so special about you, he can't seem to put his finger on it!

Over the coming days, the rest of the neighbors grow suspicious of the lengthy hours you'd spend at Home, the way Wally would casually let you sit next to him at his front yard and paint Home with him. His brush sitting primly in your hand as you make an attempt at painting Home, creating some sort of mess. But Wally can't help but find it endearing. Look how Home responds to your painting, to your splash of colors! Home may be a little friendly, but Wally can't help but feel his heart feel gooey and warm at the way Home interacts with you. Would you like to live in Home with him? Home would love that!

Soon, Wally and you become practically inseperable, best friends even! Wherever you go, he's always sure to follow. The way his eyes dilate at the sight of you, the paintings of you he'd paint without fail, the little accidents you'd cause (definitely not by Home) that Wally would come to help fix, a large smile on his face. Of course he would help! You're his darling neighbor! or maybe the future Darling?

On a particular night, Wally and you chat over the episode that occured that day, smiling ear to ear about the silly things that happened, and the lessons learned that day. As you talk, you don't seem to notice the way Wally would lean onto every word you said, the way Home would ensure nothing, no furniture made a single noise, as you spoke.

Your word was key.

Friendliest neighbor he may be to everyone, but to you he would be more than friendly. He would do anything for you.

Until the name Howdy Pillar slipped from your mouth as you spoke.

Wally hands trembled at the thought of it, a smile plastered on his face as the thought echoed through his mind, your rambles continuing to echo throughout the living room.

A strand or two fell from his hairdo, eyes widening at the thought.

Howdy? Why him? You, Wally and Home were practically soulmates at this point!

Maybe it was time for some proving. Of how friendly Wally Darling truly could be.

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The Lake

   Every night in her childhood,  Haruka’s mother would cradle a half-asleep, dainty little Haruka into her quaint bedroom, the moonlight shining through the window, where the bridge over the lake was.

  She would be carefully laid on the soft mattress on the bed, just above the straw tatami mat, as a gentle flame burned atop the candle by the mattress. 

Haruka loved these moments. Akane would drape the silken comforter over her small body, tucking her in, before cuddling close to the girl in the cold darkness, and whispering the usual tale of the Akuma no Kenshin . As Haruka slowly drifted off into her everlasting wonderland, where she would play with Akane in the very same lake that glimmered and rippled under the horrified watch of the moon.

 As stars would twinkle their warnings.

 As the traitorous clouds camouflaged the slimy creature that slithered between the rocks at the bed of the lake they splashed happily in.

A bedtime tale passed down from mother to daughter in the Norowareta family, generation to generation.  Of the siren sent down from the heavens, equipped with a gleaming, warm smile, radiant eyes that shined with an indescribable gentleness, and her multichrome scales that shined with the sun. The great Akuma no Kenshin. That’s how the Norowareta’s family lake came to be known as the Tengoku no Shonin. “ The Heaven’s Prize”. 

        Haruka would spend every waking moment in the sacred lake, lotuses floating lazily across the crystal waters, the cherry blossom flowers dropping from the overhanging tree into the deep waters, and koi fish, a kaleidoscope of reds, oranges and yellows playing mischievous games under the water. She would kick up a torrent of waves, giggling as the flowers moved aside for the grandeur of the current. Sometimes rode it. 

Akane loved it. As they soaked their legs in the cool water, she would share stories from the beginning of time with her beloved daughter. She would do anything. For Haruka.

        However times change. Haruka’s sparkling blue eyes that shined with curiosity and intrigue darkened over time, now a muddy hue, burdened with knowledge. Her coveted locks of hair chopped off the minute she turned 16.  Time spent with her mother growing less and less.

         Akane couldn’t juggle the misery with her role as mother and wife. Loneliness crept over her features over the passage of time, taking the form of wrinkles and ashen hair. The lake had withered with age along with the pair.

           On a dry afternoon in the present, Haruka sat, poised and graceful, atop the chair in the pavilion, reading through manuscript after manuscript. She had enough of her mother’s playfulness and childish behaviour. Haruka wasn’t a dreamer or some poet. The siren was a myth, but the exam that she was to sit for to enter the school of scholars wasn’t. Akane peeked through the thin sliding door of her bedroom, a worried expression on her face, a letter in her hand, addressed to her.

A soothing voice broke through the endless silence. “Haruka- please, I need to have a word with you.”

Silence. The brushing of fingers against parchment halted.

“It’s your father, Haruka”

Haruka cut sharply through, cold. “So?”

“You’re to-”. She froze, tears slowly brimming in her eyes, her throat closing up. She could feel her weary, spotted hands shaking slightly. Would her daughter even look at her after this?

“To be wedded off.”

A pause could be heard, the soft whooshing of the wind bringing only shivers through Haruka.  Akane  slid open the door, in hopes of letting her daughter cry in her arms, and rekindle their lost friendship, and reassure her daughter with pats on her back that everything would be alright, and she would do everything possible to protect her.

Instead, she was met with a shaking girl, tears brimming in her hatred-filled eyes, her mouth curved into a snarl. The parchment lay across the floor, the wind blowing roughly outside, tugging at each blossom on the tree to fall into the clutches of the water regardless.

      Akane could feel her face drop. This wasn’t supposed to happen. Shouts and screams echoed throughout the household, the screeching inhuman voice and a weak voice, trying to console and soothe the rage. Hands were thrown, insults shot back, a relationship choked and drowned in water, koi slipping past, their heads bobbing in pity.

Darkness soon enveloped the land of the rising sun, bringing forth drafts that swept the leaves off the grass, letting it drop into the muddy lake. Among the gentle chirps of grasshoppers chattering the latest gossip, to the gentle rustling of the flowers of the sakura blossom tree above, the aggressive  sound of slippers against stone could be heard, as Haruka stormed onto the bridge over the lake.

Holding her shaky breath, she peered into the water below, unable to see the devastated look on her face, the way her eyes were red with tears, her tear-stained cheeks now red from the cold, and her rumpled yukata. 

Holding her breath, she paused, pressing her eyelids tightly together, as far as she could. To bid away the bad dream. Her reality. But no matter how she pressed, she knew that it would do nothing. She was to face her nightmare alone. Her mother proved to be a pushover, a simpleton from the village. She would never know how her “dear” daughter felt. If mother even thought of me as a daughter, Haruka thought.

Thought after thought. Tear after tear. Heartbeat after heartbeat.

The knuckles of the hand that held the bridge’s railing turn a ghastly white.

Finally, she screamed, all her withheld pain and struggling, the pressure and torture into the silence, wailing for hope. For the warmth of her childhood.

The vessels in her throat and forehead strained, her voice cracking with misery as she cried, a torrent flowing down her cheeks.

Through her vision, blurry with tears, she peered down onto the rippling surface of the withered lake to see the image of a disfigured girl staring back at her from the water. The reflection frightened her, the way she had wrinkles already forming on her forehead, the way she no longer looked like her mother’s child, a new being in itself.

The water started to ripple more, all of a sudden. A hand pierced through the water, as if grasping the air, followed by a majestic being.

   Her long, damp, luscious hair, unlike Haruka's, clung to the bare of her back. Her eyes shone a burning, radiant maroon, the colour of blood. She held a beaming smile, emanating an indescribable warmth.

        Haruka couldn’t feel the world around her blur, as she bent over the edge of the bridge to take a look at the majestic creature. Nor the desperate cries of warning coming  from the pavilion.  

Was she hallucinating? Maybe so. Maybe not. But if this creature was the answer to her fears, her misery and her pain, she would gladly give herself up.

Akane’s screams of terror grew, as she watched from the pavilion bend over the edge of the bridge, peering into the water. Her eyes glazed over, mouth gaping, as if in a trance.

Akane gave up screaming, and ran to her daughter. Her beloved. She didn’t care if her daughter no longer acknowledged her, she would face the screams later.

Haruka could feel her heart beat faster and faster, in awe of the creature.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

One footstep off the bridge.

Thump.

The sharp claws of the siren reached for Haruka’s hand.

Her eyes glimmered with greed. 

Skin of scales, a smile belonging to a ravenous shark. Bits of rotting flesh sticking to the teeth.

Haruka stopped, realising. Eyes growing wide, she took in a breath to scream.

Before being plunged into the cold dark waters.

The splash echoed throughout the courtyard, and Akane increased her speed, horrified. She ran onto the bridge, peering into the lake’s murky waters for any hint or sign of her daughter. Nothing.

Akane couldn’t have this. With what little energy she had, she jumped into the lake, and searched for her, a desperate look in her eyes, her mouth uttering the same word, over and over again.

“No”

Nothing was left of Haruka, except for the telltale bubbles of air that escaped to the surface.

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Hihi- this was my first original work- i don't know if i'll make a series on the akuma no kenshin. Maybe? idk. Also- i hope you liked it! I'll start making more soon! :3