#;FROM ONE HELL TO ANOTHER. (v: post outlast au)

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tag dump - verses

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tags broke part two shush

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‘  i  know  this  sounds  crazy ,  but  that  is  not  the  worst  thing  that  ever  happened  to  me .  ’

“Believe me when I say this isn’t that high on my ‘times it went to fuckin’ shit’ list either, Bev,” Miles admitted, letting out an almost crude bark of laughter despite the situation they found themselves in. But Miles couldn’t find it in himself to be that doom and gloom about it. It was just.....laughable how simplistic this all seemed when he had the hindsight of things ten times worse, and hell.... Heh. He had the missing appendages to prove it. 

But he wasn’t naïve enough to think there wasn’t any real danger. And goddammit if Beverly got hurt on his watch. 

“So......Red, how good are you at duckin’ and weavin’?” 

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me @ the tags of the last post: how dare u ??

After Mt. Massive, Miles can’t stand the silence more than anything because when then all he’ll hear is the static and the buzzing and the whispering and everything will come rushing back to him but you’d never be able to tell because he wouldn’t react, he’d just sit there numb and dazed–

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Post-Game AU Starter Call. (AU where Miles didn’t get possessed by the Walrider and made it out before he could get shot up)

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Fists slammed against the wall, head following close after and despite the blood flowing from cracked skin on his knuckles and down his forehead, he was still standing -- Miles was always standing after everything and he was sick and fucking tired of it. 

Crazy. Crazy. Crazy.

Mt. Massive had been hell on earth but the scars it left behind did more to him than when he roamed it’s halls. Various scars, none bigger than his two missing fingers, were all that was left from his adventure and that was it. Nothing else to show what really fucking went down because nobody else believed him despite a camera full of evidence. Fuck Murkoff. Fuck whoever sent him that email. Fuck him for going there in the first place. 

“I’m done,” He breathes out through gritted teeth and slams a fist once more. He was done, it hurt -- he wanted it done. Turning, he let his back slide down the wall until he was on his ass on the concrete. “Should’ve fucking died.”

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the second miles escaped from mt. massive -- like the actual moment his feet hit dirt, he dropped to his knees and had a full out breakdown that included pounding on the ground, sobbing and screaming with everything he had

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‘ can we try to have an optimistic outlook? ‘ from estella !

“When one shows up then I’ll try it but I don’t see how in God’s name, I’m s’pposed to be optimistic,” He nearly shouted, reigning his voice in at the last moment. Jaw clenched as he ripped his gaze from Estella down to the stubs remaining of two of his fingers. The only real evidence that what he’d...been through was no nightmare -- it was a reality but no one here would believe him

But what sane person would? Murkoff had made sure of that.

“I’m not crazy....I’m not.” At least he hoped not. Then again...maybe that would’ve been easier to deal with.

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“I’m not going to leave you alone, don’t worry.”

Never in a million years would he’d think he’d be pressing his head against Gavin fucking Reed’s chest willingly, on the edge of a damn fucking panic attack. Miles would’ve laughed in your face for even bringing such a ridiculous topic up.

But that would’ve been his mindset before. This was now. And it was happening.

Shoulders pressed stiffly against his ears as he hiked them up. “I’d…tear your fucktard of a face up if you even considered it,” Miles muttered tensely as hands grasped restless onto Gavin’s. The white of bone sticking out of the stub of Miles’ finger reflected dully in the dark and it only made him hold tighter. Shit shit, breath Upshur, you sad sack of shit – nothing’s there. You’re….you’re not alone. Miles inhaled sharply and turned his head so his face was against the cop’s abdomen and all he could see were the wrinkles of Gavin’s shirt and not a hand reaching out for him in the dark.

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❝ Hi. You used to be dead, right? ❞ - Vera

“It wasn’t my finest moment but yeah, guess you could say that...”

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@falsechrist liked for a Post-Outlast AU starter.

“I still have my middle finger so if you keep on staring..” Miles murmured, barely even glancing in Blake’s general direction as he lazily aims his camcorder around at random spots. It’s been a solid month since his leave of the hospital and about a year, maybe two (he’s lost track) since investigating Mt. Massive but his memory was still clear as day so someone’s eyes locking him down wasn’t an unfamiliar or welcome feeling. 

Still...he finally looked over at the other and the first thing he noticed was Blake’s own camera and the visible scars that were on his hands as well. Huh.

“....You got a name, bud?”

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‘ you need rest. ’

“Fuck that -- you think I’d sleep if I could? No...no, fuck rest, not after the shit I’ve been through.” Miles’ jaw was clenched almost painfully as he looked down at trembling hands, both of which were missing a finger. “I-I-I can’t sleep -- don’t make me sleep.”

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@thelighthouseclinic liked for a starter.

“--Look I know what you’re thinking, but I...I--I’m not crazy. I lost two fucking fingers to it, I know what I saw.”

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After the events of Mt. Massive, and months of hospitalization and therapy....Miles’ first thought was to go back into his journalism. It was only when he picked his camera back up that he realized he’d never be able to hold it right again, with his missing fingers and the general shakiness he got whenever he looked through the lens. He might have to put his savings into a prosthetic but in the meantime...he’d better start looking for another job.

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@dreadsleep told miles to document freddie and now bish u have a starter.

“I believe you.” He knows it’s probably not the words the kid is expecting to hear but for fuck’s sake, he’s heard worse. He’s been through worse. It’s only been a few years since the Murkoff incident and you’d think that’d be enough for Miles to retire from hunting down the most bizarre of stories but....honestly? Seeing those patients and the hell they’ve been put through, it only encouraged him further.

This kid reminded him of them. He needed help and Miles wasn’t about to fuckin’ turn tail and run out on him. 

“So. Claws. That’s what ya said, right?”