#(which technically isn't murder i mean accidents happen!)

[certifiedwhore4slashers]

final girl | coriolanus snow

pairing: ghostface!coriolanus snow x fem!reader

summary: you've become a target, the final girl of a killer's movie.

warnings: dark content, possessive!coryo, dark!coryo, obsession/obsessive behavior, suggestive themes(if you squint), stalking, murder, blood and gore, coryo being delusional, threats of violence, violence, sort of modern!au, no use of y/n, naive!reader, r is too kind.

It was october, not only that but there was a killer on the loose. You were by yourself, much to your parent’s annoyance. You told them,”I’m 18 Mom. I technically could be on my own. Please, let me be on my own. I’ll be fine. I’ve got friends who can help me. And 911 on the phone.”

Your mother sighed. "The capitol’s safe enough. Fine. But if anything happens-” “Protocol, I know, I know all the rules, You replied. You did. Normally, your parents weren't like this. But there was a killer. A fucking killer. Of course they'd be worried for their only child.

You were also the heir to wealthy parents and known in the capitol. Your parents were. If there would be a target, you might be on that list. Either way, you were going to be as safe as you could be.

. You place yourself on the couch. The staff, which included the maids, were on their day-offs today, which was unfortunate for you. Tonight, would be different, though, you had no idea.

Clemensia, your best friend, texted you.

Home alone?

You replied almost right away.

Yeah. It took convincing, though. My parents are kind of protective.

You knew she was sighing and rolling her eyes at your comment. Clemensia was logical, so were you. The both of you were, but sometimes you could be reckless. Her, too, but not tonight apparently.

For good reason. I mean, there's a killer out there.

You wanted to just watch a movie, something that was a form of entertainment in the Capitol, obviously. You decide a horror movie was too gruesome for a time like this, and were planning to watch a rom-com. A surprise, considering you loved horror movies.

Yeah. I feel too... scared to watch a scary movie. That's how bad this is getting.

That was the truth, you were utterly terrified. Terrified to even watch scary movies, as if it'd become true. You check your phone. Updates in the group chat continue.

Your friend, Coriolanus, was discussing the killer. But also said that everyone should be careful. It was a known fact he liked you, but you were oblivious.

You were always so naïve.

They say he calls his victims before he kills them. I hope that's not true. I mean, what if he gets one of us?

The latest kills were students at the school, Gaius Breen and Androcles Anderson. This was tragic, and they didn't deserve it. They really didn't. And it made you wonder, why?

Why?

Clemensia was texting you and then calls. “Hey Clemmie, You say. “Hey! She replied. She sounded a little better but still, she was probably terrified just like you. "You okay, Clemmie, why did you call? You ask her, naturally. "Clemmie" was a nickname given in your childhood. You had a friend group that all had your own nicknames, including you. "I don't know, I don't think I'd like to be by myself, She admitted.

"That's fair, You agreed."I don't think... Hold on. I'm getting another call. Can I be right back on that?" "Mhm, it's not your fault, Clemensia said.

You end that call, and while the number was not one you'd recognize, sometimes you don't put in numbers on accident, or change the name. It happens. "Hello? You say, kindly. No matter who called, you tried to be as polite as you could be. 

"Hello."

Already, you know this is a stranger. For one thing, the voice isn't one yo recognize, secondly, the number wasn't in your contacts. So it wasn't one you accidentally kept the number on. Unless this was a prank. 

"Sorry I have to ask, who is this?"

"Who is this?"

"I already asked that. What number are you trying to reach?"

"I don't know, what number is this?"

You chuckle. "You called me, shouldn't you know?"

"I guess not."

In your mind, you conclude that this must be a wrong number. It wasn't his fault, so you weren't going to be annoyed by it. They seemed to be confused. "Wrong number, it's not your fault, it happens." You hang it up, and it was eerily similar to the beginning of Scream. You brushed it off, and planned to call Clemensia back, when the number called again.

"Hello?"

"I'm sorry. I guess I dialed the wrong number."  

"Oh, then why did you call again?"

"To apologize."

"Well, I forgive you, so-"

"Wait, can we talk?"

You sigh. "I'd love to. But i've got a phone call to do, bye, buddy." You hang up again. You innocently think of this as some joke. So, entertaining the prankster wouldn't be too bad for you. 

However, you needed to call Clemensia back, ASAP. As you were about to tap her name to call, the prankster called again. However, you weren't going to be mad or annoyed, you were that good of a person.

Maybe naïve for your own good, but kind nonetheless. 

"Hello?"

"Why don't you want to talk to me?" 

"Oh, hi, um... I just don't know you at all. Sorry."

"You seem very sweet and understanding."

"I try to be. You never know. What's your name?"

"You tell me your name, and I'll tell you mine."

You place a piece of popcorn in my mouth, my soda beside me by the movie." As much as it'd be nice to make another friend, you'd have to earn that." A while ago, you texted your boyfriend to come over. Where was he? Your parents were gone. This was your chance to finally get intimate tonight. Still, no response. You texted him a couple of times. You frown. Is he cheating on me? You thought.

"What are you eating?"

"Popcorn, You immediately reply. "I'm watching a movie."

"What movie?"

"A rom-com, I can't bring myself to watch a horror movie."

"Rom-coms are cheesy, I think horror movies are incredible."

"Ah, a horror nerd, You joke. "Well, I normally think so, too. But, it's just... whatever."

"What's your favorite scary movie?"

You smile. "I guess I'd say, Texas Chainsaw Massacre. It's interesting."

"A good choice. It's brutal."

You check your phone a couple of times, still on the call, your boyfriend messaged once. He was on his way, and apologized for not being there. You accepted it, he was a good boyfriend, and was normally on time or responded, he was perfect. So, you forgave him immediately. 

"So, you've got a boyfriend?"

His voice was flirty, and suggestive, even. But you weren't flattered or anything. You loved your boyfriend. "Mhm, You say."So, I'm not interested. We're happy together."

"Ah, lovebirds. How cute."

His voice was sarcastic. However, you still tried to remain kind. You didn't say anything as a response though. 

"You never said your name."

"Why do you want my name?"

"Because I want to know who I'm looking at."

You freeze. "What did you say?"

"I want to know who I'm talking to.""

You shake your head."No. That's not what I heard." Panicked, you text your boyfriend and Clemensia. Someone was watching you."I'm hanging up."

"Why would you do that, Doll?"

"I... I just have to go."

"Don't hang up."

You text your boyfriend once more, hoping he'd come quick. Instead, however, you got a disturbing response.

Don't hang up on me. It won't end well for you.

You lock every door in your house, this creep wouldn't come in your house. But you also weren't ignoring his calls anymore certainly. He calls again, and you pick up. "What do you want?"

"Just to talk, doll."

"No, clearly not. Otherwise-"

"You've caught me. I want to play a game. Like I played with your boyfriend."

"What did you do with him?"

"Go check for yourself."

You whimper, stepping towards the back of your large home. You had a feeling it'd be in your backyard, the answer you were looking for. When you turn on the lights, You scream. Your phone drops, but thankfully doesn't break. Your boyfriend, was hung and gutted in your tree, bloody and all. You began to sob, shakily picking your phone up. "Please, why did you kill him?"

"You belong to me, doll. You're mine. I won't let anyone take you from me."

In that moment, a figure with a ghostly mask bursts in, grabbing you from behind, hands on your waist as you begin to fight, what was he going to do? Take you? You kick, your elbow kicking his rips, and a groan came out from him. You run. You held your phone, call ended. You take this chance and call 911. 

Ghostface gets up, and mid call, is fast and you dropped your phone. You yelp, trying everything in your power.You’re thrown onto the floor and now he’s on top of you, knife in hand was clean but probably washed off the blood after murdering your boyfriend.

what was he going to do with you?

He must be contemplating what he was planning to do. Your legs were stuck, so you couldn’t kick him. He tilts his head. His knife trails down your body, suggestively but also mocking you, it's between your breasts, and then you grab his wrist, trying to pry him off of you. But he's stronger. He says,"Be a good girl and I won't hurt you." He must mean death, so you nod, still crying. The police would come. 

You must've hit the floor hard, because your vision was foggy, and you were close to passing out. If this was death, you were ready. But you had no injuries. You clearly were just going unconscious. You use your free arm to take his mask off.

Your eyes widen."Coryo?" You barely see the grin on his face before you black out.

[jane-john-doe-tournament]

Jane Doe (Ride the Cyclone) Propaganda:

Great singing, also she’s literally wearing a doll‘s head bc she lost hers

do they have their soul or is it rotting somewhere with their head?

BALLAD OF JANE DOE IS SO SAD AND SHE IS GREAT AND I ONLY WATCH RTC ONCE BUT SHES NY FAVE OK

cool asf

She forgets her name after her death and has no story told in the production

She's so sweet and deserves the world. Her song (The Ballad of Jane Doe) is great.

the song goes so hard just listen to her song guys please

she literally died and her head was cut off so nobody could tell who she was PLEASE let her take one (1) W

BECAUSE SHE IS AMAZING. First she already won the tournament in the musical to regain life, as she won them over with her sad wet cat energy because she did not have a head and feared that she lost her soul. Second, she died on a roller coaster and lost her head, but stole her doll's head and thats very gender. Third, throughout the musical she is used as a vessel for religious allegory, she is an angel, she is jesus, she is a demon, she is forsaken but she is purity itself. Fourthly, she is is given the identity of Savannah with the greenest eyes after the other characters who died with her hold her a birthday party, and I think thats sweet because its probably some kind of meaning I cant see but auughfhfhh shes so cool

i mean her name isn't TECHNICALLY jane doe but we refer to her as such. she's so silly!! autism powers! i don't have a lot of propaganda tbh. i would've just been surprised had she NOT been submitted

She lost her head literally when the rollercoaster derailed. She wasn't able to be identified apart from the school uniform she was wearing.

Her name is forgotten, and so is everything about her. So she’s called Jane Doe. She’s very sweet and very creepy, but she doesn’t mean it

and im asking WHYYYYY LORRRRRDDD

I LOVE HER! she died in a roller coaster accident and was decapitated, her body not being found. in the show, her head is actually just her doll’s head. the coroners couldn’t identify her, so she was dubbed a jane doe. in the game to be alive again, she ends up being voted, her name being revealed to be penny lamb. anyways she’s a little creepy and also quite silly and she does her funny little waddle like a porcelain doll (or corpse).

She deserves it! She lost her head she shouldn't lose this too.

Not convinced you didn’t start this tournament just for her tbh

They have a great song and a true air of mystery to them. They also have arguably the best song in the musical, The Ballad of Jane Doe! I would definitely recommend listening to it >:)

—She LOST her HEAD and had it replaced with a PORCELAIN DOLL —In all seriousness her story is really poignant. No one could identify her body so she arrives in the afterlife not knowing her identity and she spends the show vacillating between depressed and angry at her situation, leading to… —“The Ballad of Jane Doe”, specifically Emily Rohm’s version, might be the most haunting solo in musical theatre history.

John Doe (Milgram) Propaganda:

well atp hes prolly not gonna be forgiven in the trials so hopefully he can at least get farther in this

in a supernatural prison full of sympathetic murderers, john just so happened to be the one corner case. neither a prisoner nor a warden, he's just kinda there! the one being officially (if not legally.) prosecuted for the crime is his alter, kayano mikoto, although it's unclear which one of them actually killed someone. after getting the verdict of "unforgiven" in the first trial of three for their crime, john is certainly being insistent on the fact that he's an entirely horrible person who killed without measure; all for the sake of becoming the scapegoat and diverting the negative attention from mikoto. he's just a little shit who would do anything for the person he cares about the most in the world and who hates himself so so bad. deep devotion? he has that. grey morals? absolutely. homoeroticism? you tell me. mainstream tumblr you would love him. also his name is like that because a fifteen-year-old amnesiac called es named him (while the events take place in japan) so do with that what you will

[bubbles-lounge]

Self Aware Yandere Simulator

The head cannons I promised<3

You can tell I've had thoughts about this for awhile...

This doesn't include the 1980's version. If you lot would like that just send a request in!

Now onto the head cannons!

Ayano would probably be the first to noticed as she is the person you control so she's the first to start to pay attention to you and notice your existence. This would also mean YanSim did start to worship you in some way(not really like genshin though tbh) Ayano would be first.

About the worship, I don't really think very many who are aware of you will worship you as rivals like Megami would find you mental ill for even doing this and allowing it to continue, especially if you don't do pacific routes often. Though If we think about other ones like Genshin Self-Aware Worship you even though you technically kill others, so we could twist it like that but otherwise I think Ayano might look up to you quite abit as you in the way make sure she ends up with her senpai in the end. Again if we twist it like we do with some Self-Aware Things we could go with Ayano obsessing over you as she may see it as you being accepting of her and she could place large trust in you, which if I'm right is a reason way she fell for taro as she thinks he is trust worthy.

After Ayano might be Osana, maybe Taro, you might even consider Info if we knew about her routine and more about her. It wouldn't be the other rivals(just say they are in the game for this) unless you had a extreme amount of resets and they started to feel large deja vu at realise they have seen Ayano at school even after been arrested, caught murdering and etc..

Out of Osana and Taro I think Osana would notice first with the fact she keeps getting a feeling every time she sees Ayano, also if you do the same elimination method she would get deja vu from the fact she felt this happen to many times. She Would then probably start to remember the times its happened before but slowly.

Osana Might try and stop it but soon realises she can't as the game codes would enable her but she wont understand why she can't do what she wants. I think for her to become aware of your existence would be after a bit of being killed and/or being helped by Ayano she would start hearing this voice after getting close to Ayano that seems to be from somewhere around Ayano.

Now after She Figures Out your controlling Ayano and that Ayano doesn't really care about what she's doing and is infact wanting to do it, Osana could have a few reactions, if we go with what it think would be the most realistic reaction would be absolutely horrified by the fact the person who she guesses is in control is this, insane. Another reaction might be Horrified at first like the first reaction but instead of keeping that opinion like the first reaction but at a point comes to accepts this and starts to see you as this god or higher being that gets to chose their fate and they have no control, this leads Osana to have a small type of worship towards you, not heavily but still worships you as a god above them all.

Taro(I actually like his character but he is overdramatic compared to others) would be the same as Osana but obviously he isn't being saved and/or killed but its with having his reactions to Ayano being near one to many times, catching her murdering and fails like that. So like Osana He starts to realise its resting at times and remembers catching Ayano but like Osana he cant do anything about it, also due to the fact Ayano, A.K.A the player, is avoiding him he wont really hear your voice except from when Ayano accidently gets too close then Taro might hear your voice but its still not as much as Osana would. When Taro Figures It Out he will have the similar reactions as Osana but with the second reaction he will be quicker to like you as you never kill him, this applies for the first reaction he wont hate you as much as Osana but still hate you for constantly killing his best friend. You might say they would end up bring it up to each other subtly but like how they cant avoid Ayano or do any thing about it as the game code stops them, the same applies here as they wont have the ability to talk about it, unless they break the game code or they might be able to text about it but I'm not going to into these two things for this post.

There you guys go!

I hope you all enjoyed this!

Remember to drink water

Remember to sleep well

And

Remember your stunning, wonderful and amazing<333

Have a great day/night<3

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[floatinginzerogravity]

I did an Analysis of the Murder Drones Pilot for my friends and am deciding to post it: Pt.1

Okie, It's Murder Drones explanation time

okay, first of all, I've waited LITERAL MONTHS to do this, and WILL be pointing out every tiny detail, and would very much love to do this with every episode. (I am happy stimming so much right now)

If you don't feel like reading all this, I can provide a condensed version. I will just send a wall of text, I will fill it with my theories and goofy bg details, I will send excessive screenshots of the characters, and I will not feel shame. Be warned

so, The year is 3000 something, and humanity has been colonizing other planets, using half-sentient worker drone robots to mine them. Humanity then blows up the planet by accident (oops)

Just for clarity, this is not earth, it's a completely separate planet around 70 light years away called Copper 9 (Side note, it's technically impossible for a moon to have rings. oops, the show is scientifically inaccurate, it's ruined now/j) Anyway, the core collapse killed all humans and turned the atmosphere into a "toxic death storm" (description lovingly borrowed from N) The Worker drones, now free from human control, discovered their sentience. They build a society based on the human one before it, with families, schools, and all the other stuff

The Robot Sentience side tangent: Liam Vickers, show creator, when asked about the Drone's sentience- "It was kind of a basic, limited version... the disaster that happened on their planet that kind of left them kind of stranded, kind of played into their adaptive AI abilities.... You need a sort of intelligence to not fall over... it expands to keeping them alive in various circumstances" Basically, they were programmed to do certain tasks, and when humanity was wiped out, their goals changed and they were given the space to find their own sentience. Sentience can also occur if they're in an environment that promotes sentience or if their damaged/corrupted in some way

JCJenson (in Spaaaaccce) (aka the company that created the drones and runs colonization. The name of the company is also, apparently, based on a cleaning company. BCBoston or something) Decides they don't like sentient AI running around and sends Disassembly Drones to Copper 9 to wipe them out

(Text: "CALCULATING, MOST PROBABLE DEITY TO PRAY TO)

The implication here is that the blue guy threw his child when the attacks started. (I think the fandom named him Bob or something similar) This is the first example of the A+ parenting of Murder Drones characters.

V's just perched on a lampost lol. Very Creature™️ of her

Bg text #3 I guess

[Text: Photo cred: some dead dude lol] [Text: "dying is stupid and also dumb" -me, idk]

[Text: How do we fix this in a complicated Sci-fi way] So, Uzi wants to fight, and everyone else wants to hide, basic plot stuff, moving on

Her railgun has stickers lol

[Text: "Violently opposed to biological life" The rest is readable]

Khan (Uzi's dad) being the worst™️, an image collection

Something that will forever irk me until the day I die is why a robot has Testosterone????? Don't they not even have biological genders, or biology, like, at all???? I don't think robots need hormones, bud

I once saw someone point out that this is probably one of the first times someone has been nice to Uzi, as she has no friends, is bullied, and her father is a bit neglectful <- Understatement (I do want to say that Khan isn't as bad as most of the fandom seems to think he is. Doesn't mean he's good either, though)

Baby's first "Bite me", I'm so proud. (Fun fact, in Spanish she says "Jodete", which translates to "Fuck you!" )

HSDHJDSFNJKDSHJDFHGJFGBKJDFDKJG WHY DO YOU HAVE HORMONES?????? YOUR FREAKING ROBOTS???!!!!!! WHYYYYYYYYY (Plot: Uzi says that she plans to sneak out to find the last part for her railgun, and in the next scene she is waking up at 3:00am to do just that) Now time for deciphering Uzi's sticky notes

[Text: To do: >Talk to source

>...

>(I can't read the rest)] [Text: RESEARCH: How to turn "REALLY sad all the time" into "Look really cool"]

[Text: LIMAL NO 4EYA!!!!!] <- I have no clue what this means [Text:Murder ??? Matter ???? really at c?????] <- Again, no clue what this means

[Text: Uzi Dos-] [Text: Yeaahhhh, I'm not reading that]

Location: Khan's closet where Uzi steals the "Door Master" key from

"Yeah, everyone has a picture of their family where one member is mysteriously ripped out in their closet."/s -Liam Vickers, paraphrased from a reddit AMA

[Text: WDF of outpost 9 [Having faithfully made a slab of metal that can be a wall but also not a wall, on the 11th day of December, three thousand and ???]

[Text: You cannot be murdered by scary robots when .... a door, (unless they open it) A scientific]

I find it interesting that the DD's are referred to as "Murder Drones," which is not their technical name. It seems to be something only the WD colonies use

Fun fact: this line is a bit of a meme in the MD community

Plot: Uzi manages to lie her way out of the WD colony, enters the Corpse Spire, and finds the required part for her railgun. As she goes to leave, she's attacked by a DD, who she defeats with her railgun, only for it's head to regenerate.

[meroppi]

My honest opinion on the FNaF movie

(I'm sorry if anything is wrong, It's 2 a.m. rn but I need to get this off my chest)

BEFORE WE START: I will admit that I'm 100% biased, I grew up with FNaF and never thought I'd ever see this movie for multiple reasons, so actually sitting in the theater and watching this beautiful disaster unfold was a truly magical experience. I cried during the credits so yeah. With that being said:

1. The spoiler-free part

Ok there are some things we need to lay out right from the getgo

1) This movie caters to:

a) fans who want to see a somewhat new yet familiar story in the FNaF universe

b) casuals who aren't immediately dismissive of everything that's happening and actually TRY to give this shit a chance

2) It's no secret that they changed many things in the story and if you genuinely thought they would adapt the games 1 by 1 you are just delulu I'm sorry

Overall, I personally really liked the movie and I would recommend it. It had many little easter eggs for hardcore fans and a story that pretty much anyone can understand

2. The spoiler-heavy part

(aka pretty much everything important)

Alright, let's talk about the most controversial part:

The Afton children aren't the Afton children anymore.

So Mike Schmidt, who we know is Michael Afton under a fake name in the games, is in the movie literally just Mike Schmidt. Some guy.

Garett, this movie's version of the crying child, is Williams' first victim, not his child who was killed by accident.

Abby, who would technically speaking be the movie equivalent of Elizabeth, has also no connection to Afton.

AND VANESSA, who we met in AR, Help Wanted, and Security Breach, is Williams' only child??

Yeah it's kinda fucked.

HOWEVER, I do think that this is an amazing way to include all the important characters in some way.

If we had told the actual story of the Afton children, eg. the crying child and Elizabeth dying, this would have pretty much meant that everything else in the story had to be adapted too for everything to make sense which is simply impossible. Like straight up.

So writing a new story including all the past protagonists is a very logical decision (+ I'm pretty sure that there was a theory that Vanessa is some sort of Elizabeth reincarnation even though I think that it was disproven very quickly but yeah, there's that)

BUT this story change leaves one big plot hole:

Why the fuck is William Afton a murderer??

He went insane in the game after his son died which led to him killing Charlie (daughter of Henry) out of spite in a drunken rage afterward.

In this movie, he's just a little goofy and funny and kills children for fun, whatever ig

And yes, the fort scene might have been a teeny tiny bit cringe but I mean, these are dead 10 year-olds so their request is pretty legit tbh. "Why don't these kids grow up 🙄" IDK MAYBE CAUSE THEY ARE DEAD?? BFFR

And everything, I mean fucking everything, is better than a "Let's go Fazgang!!!"-scene

BUT WHY ON EARTH DOES THE CUPCAKE HAVE SO MUCH SCREENTIME?? What the fuck 😭

OH I FORGOT the opening scene in the arcade-minigame style was magnificent 💞

I also would've liked that Williams' death would've been a little bit more violent, it was a little too soft. And I also don't get why he was "killed by the cupcake" and not through a malfunction caused by water like it was in the game?? It would've worked just fine. However, since the movie is rated pg13 in some countries (16 here) it's understandable that it isn't too brutal

And, let's be honest: the movie was carried by Matt, TLT, and Cory

But I love the little easter eggs?? Dream theory, the FNaF World Rainbow, it's so cool I loved it

I absolutely loved it, I knew that I would see something very not canon and something new and probably kinda stupid but I still thought it was beautiful and enjoyable and I would die on this hill if I had to

[daz4i]

Scenario: Nikolai is suddenly part of the ADA (post this arc? Pre this arc? Maybe this is an ADA AU separate from what has happened so this is a Nikolai that didn't stab the crap out of Atsushi? Idk I am not thinking this out fully, but if you want to go ahead.)

Who does he get along the best with?

Who does he get along the least with?

Who does he get partnered with starting out?

What sort of cases does he prefer?

Inquiring minds want to know your ideas and opinions on an ADA Nikolai 🙏

oooooo a very interesting concept! tbh, i don't think he could last a day there, too many rules :P but theoretically at least!

1. maybe I'm biased and maybe that one post abt clowns and furries sharing a secret language is stuck in my head. but i wanna say he'll like atsushi! or at least think he's really cool, and if in this au he's generally like. better, he will do what he can to help atsushi break free from his trauma and let go of the memories of the orphanage director, i think. pre the accident he'll probably go "hey, you want me to kill that guy for you?" and when kunikida yells at him he'll say it's a joke (but privately make it clear to atsushi it isn't and he can just say the word and it'll happen)

2. speaking of. no way in hell he could get along with kunikida 😭 they might have their moments of intense yet mostly friendly discussions but overall their methods will just clash too much unfortunately. hell on earth for all parties involved

3. turning to the ask i replied a few minutes ago, he and tanizaki would be crazy good as partners, at least technically speaking. but tbh personality wise too! i think tanizaki is chill enough (mostly) to balance nikolai's pep if needed. the only problem is once tanizaki gets murderous bc someone might hurt naomi, nikolai pulls a foam finger from the overcoat and starts cheering him on instead of reeling him back in to avoid, yknow, murder.

4. he's less about solving, i think 🤔 more about saving people from danger directly. given how he does have the whole "releasing people from the prisons of their minds" thing going on, I'd say he has at least some mild need to save people, and fukuzawa might lean into that and assign him this type of cases (ironically i think that means he'll have to work often with kunikida lmao)

that being said. i think he will have some knack to solving crime if he really wanted it. I'm a firm believer he's smarter than he lets on, and is quick at thinking on his feet and choosing the correct course of action to fit the situation, which might translate into being very perceptive very quickly. so if someone like ranpo or dazai isn't available he might be sent off and figure it out too. the problem is he will go after the suspect without telling anyone anything first :P

[deuterosapiens]

So, life happened, which unfortunately meant I had delayed Hellseeker, and I'm very annoyed by that.

So, Day Seven, which is to say, actually Day Eight. And because it's after midnight, technically Day Nine. Whatever. I'll hit both Deader and Hellworld together, to sort of balance it. Actually, Hellworld and whatever the next one is on Day Ten because Zelda takes precedence over all. And I need some damn sleep.

I digress. Hellraiser Hellseeker is actually quite interesting. But please note that "interesting" is not a word that should ever be considered synonymous with "good", because "good" Hellseeker isn't.

Kirsty is back for this one! And this is arguably a terrible thing because unfortunately, yeah, no. She's the Final Girl in the first film, lead of the second, and receives a video cameo in the third. Absent in the fourth, and the fifth doesn't matter for reasons ultimately justified by saying that it's Inferno. This movie, this movie right here, is why you do not bring in legacy characters once a franchise has developed past the point where that character's journey no longer makes sense.

I will try to refrain from being too pissed off about her presence here, because in order to really get to the meat of why I'm pissed off about her presence here, we have to dig into the rest of the movie, which, spoiler alert, was so damn booooooring.

So, guy gets involved in an accident where his wife is missing. He's a key suspect in her presumed death, especially since it turns out she's extraordinarily wealthy. Turns put broke Uncle Frank wasn't so broke after all. Why he left her a fortune is anyone's guess. Why Larry left her nothing is also anyone's guess. Okay, sorry, back to the thing.

Our hero has an unfortunate case of the forgetsies, and spends the film unlocking memories of the events prior to his accident. Bodies start to turn up as more of his past is revealed.

Turns out our hero is a cheating scumbag. Who was plotting his wife's murder with a coworker so they can split her inheritance. Dude becomes as likable as a side character in a Final Destination movie. The final pin in our plot is that our lead has given his wife a gift for their anniversary, The Lemarchand Box (which for a brief moment is a sphere, because Leviathan (Lord of the Labyrinth) forbid we do this one thing right, which means that even that one relic from Cabin in the Woods that summons Fornicus is basically a canonical thing in these sequels).

Kirsty is understandably freaked out to receive the Lemarchand Box; after all, such wonderful things have happened to her each time she's been around it. But for some stupid reason, she opens it anyway, because that's what her husband wants her to do.

Upon opening the Box, the nail-headed Hell Priest appears, informing us that all of her husband's actions were a plot to create this exact situation. Evidently, the Cenobites really wanted her soul (you know, the thing he said he would tear apart). She makes a bargain: her soul for five others.

The reveal is that each of the murder victims were actually killed by Kirsty, and that, oh shucks! Our lead has been dead this whole time! Murdered by the wife he intended to kill! The drama! The twist!

So, my issues here should be damn obvious. But why not? We've gotten this far!

First, Kirsty. I have perhaps a difficult believing that this is the same Kirsty from the earlier films. Same actress, same character name. But it's quite difficult for me to reconcile this version of her with the earlier ones. Part of this comes from the Cenobites' portrayal in this and the previous film.

I could make a "different continuity" argument if not for Kirsty's inclusion. Let's remember how Kirsty's final encounter with them went, specifically Elliot Spencer. She reminded them of their humanity thus freeing them of their evil nature, an evil nature which became a separate entity Kingdom Hearts style before being joined together again, Kingdom Hearts style. There's no particular reason to assume any particular ill-will against her, especially since their whole thing was being outside the realms of good and evil. They wanted to savor and know her flesh. Fuck her soul, just a little thing to shred to tiny pieces as an appetizer.

These post-Barker films, however, really want to emphasize the "hell" part of the title in a rather strict "Judeo-Christian" sense, which would be fine if that weren't like, really difficult to mesh with the whole "angels to some, demons to others" thing.

So unfortunately, yes, this movie absolutely needed to ignore the fact that Kirsty has no particular reason to be the ultimate prize to the Cenobites in order to justify the fact that she's been included in a continuity where only a very specific type of lead even begins to work: that is, a hell-damned scumbag forced to leave out eternity in an ironic state of perpetual memory.

I want to ask this movie, this one right here, one question: would the dragon from the first film make any sense to exist in the world of this movie? Would a beast like the Channard Cenobite make sense in this movie?

I actually don't think so. We seem hellbent on ignoring the ever so important simple fact that the early films are fantasy as much as they are horror. We've taken a turn from the whimsical (okay, I don't mean whimsical in the sense of light-hearted whimsy, but you get my point) into the drab.

I'm not going to see my beloved Octahedron again, am I?

[bossbutch]

umineko chapter 6, back half

or, "props to the LPer for giving a sexual assault warning"

ok so i said gaap immediately discusses what i brought up about the chain room but actually before that battler gets called an invalid which, what the hell! battler possesses Another Great Secret that he could use BUT it would kill beato. presumably it's beato's "real" identity. maybe about how kanon isn't kanon so when we say kanon isn't in a room we can be technically right look. if there's a way to do a Tasteful rape scene. idk if it really added anything but at least it was Very Metaphorical about it. so kinzo (rip bozo) could've set it up and been like "shannon, kanon, if you want to be a Real Person you gotta play my Murder Game and reach the golden land" and the rules of the game only let one of them win or something. there's a whole love-motivated Murder War between them this chapter that i haven't really gone into but it may be, on at least one magic level, the reason for the murders in previous chapters. they reiterate that beato-the-host was born out of shannon (or kanon? or both????) loving battler but not thinking it possible to Be with him. you can't kill beato the idea! (beato wearing v for vendetta mask dot jpeg) that beato is dead but our new beato is just as beato. love when kanon is listing off the servants and he's like "gohda? hate that guy". gohda is the most Just A Guy guy in umineko and we love him for it. so IF kanon is plural then he can go into the closet and then another identity can front and so then "kanon" is no longer in the closet. also having the chapter's mystery hinge on how kanon gets in or out of a closet is a hell of a happy accident if a trans reading wasn't intended. like if this chapter released in 2019 and not 2009 i'd be saying there's no way this story isn't intentionally plural and trans lol erika is finally kicked out of the story (possibly for good, but so far no one has Left umineko for very long, have they) ... we get the reveal from battler and beato that excluding her there are sixteen people on rokkenjima, not seventeen. ughhh i really didn't want that to be the case. beatrice is Defined by slight of hand so it's not like unforeseeable, i mean that i had considered the possibility and didn't want it to be true because it would Annoy Me

so. who is it. if the question was "who can you remove from the story without effecting much" the answer is dr. nanjo. or battler, he doesn't directly effect much on the gameboard, but also if i can't trust him i can't trust anything. they've made it clear that shannon and especially kanon have Mysteries about them and connections to beato, but. george and jessica have talked to and about shannon and kanon in front of battler, right? and shannon has been confirmed dead with kanon alive, and kanon has been presumed dead with shannon alive. the adults don't call them by name very often but i'm pretty sure it's happened in reality and i can't be bothered to reread everything to check the exact words are "even if you (erika) join us, there are 17 people". so maybe erika is a part of battler or something like that. i don't think that's true but it'd be a lot easier to swallow than the alternatives.

i hardly talked about the anje framing device. also bernie was originally a cat. ok. in the between-chapter post: my thoughts on anje and erika (mostly erika)

[lostonehero]

....body sharing

Henry gasps and wakes up from bed. Margaret pushes him and mumbles. "If you're going to be loud, get out." He rolls out of bed, gripping his head his head felt like it was full of pressure like he had an infection. He barely makes it to the bathroom as he grips the sink, staring into the mirror. His nose was bleeding, and his eyes didn't match. He could feel his stomach coil in protest, and he barely was able to make it to the toilet and spill his guts.

Henry hugged his stomach as he lay on the cool tile floor. The pressure in his head seemed to even out, but he still felt sick to his stomach. He didn't want Charlie to find him like this. She was a curious little thing and loved him dearly.

"That red menace has awful aim." A familiar British voice rang in Henry's own head. "I don't even know where I am, and...." He groans in pain. "W-wait, not my..."

Henry can't hear as the darkness swallows his vision. He woke up in his own home, but he was in the bathroom, not the living room downstairs. He pushes himself up and groans. He blinks, and his friend is in front of him, he seemed tired and way too skinny. Ok, so he was dreaming.

William crossed his arms and gave a heavy sigh. "That red ass has terrible aim, I'm supposed to guide my past self, not you." He frowns.

Henry raised his brow. "Why are you being cryptic? Well, I guess this is a dream, so that makes sense." He covers his mouth, realizing his accent was on full display. "How, odd. I'm supposed to be able to control that in my head as well."

William's eyes widen. "You have an accent? No stop focus." He rubs his temples. "Henry, this isn't a dream, and I'm real, well technically I'm dead." He sighs and sits on the couch. "Again, I'm supposed to be in my younger body fixing everything, not yours."

Henry frowns, sitting across from his friend. "William, what are you talking about?"

William pauses. "You were the one to finally end it all, well with Micheal. I died in 88, 89? I don't know. I was drunk and just defeated. Look, since I'm going to be stuck here, you might as well know the truth."

"What truth?" Henry sighs, for a dream this was very realistic. William looked so sickly and starving.

"Well, I was supposed to take over my younger body, and so is Micheal.... bloody shit." William rubs his temples. "I forgot about Micheal, I'm not going to be there."

"William Micheal's ten, what were you guys planning?" Henry might as well play along with this.

"No, he's 53, well mentally 53. I should say he never made it past 19. I never made it pass 40." William scratches at his stubble. "Well shit." He looks around, spotting purple doors and accents from his own home invading Henry's mind. They were already fusing together now he couldn't undo any of this without killing his friend.

Henry looks around he didn't feel concerned he was content. This was a very odd dream, but he didn't mind it. "So what is it you're trying to do?"

"Well, first, I was going to dismantle, baby. That will stop Elizabeth from getting grabbed and killed due to a glitch in the programming. Then that would mean Clara wouldn't get me so drunk that she puts a knife in my hand to kill the first kid I see, which ends up being Charlie. Then Clara loved using me as a puppet so much I'm surprised my liver didn't give out before the spring locks killed me. Then Micheal ends up lashing out at 14 accidently killing Evan in fredbears jaws. More and more murders of kids, and then I get myself killed. Then Micheal dies, but not really. More stuff happens, and you end up ending everything in flames." He sighs. "That's pretty rushed, but you're going to wake up any moment."

Henry blinks and gasps as he wakes up on the bathroom floor. Something was poking him, and he rubbed his eyes. "Hello?"

"Dad, your eyes are weird." A young dirty blonde girl crouches next to her father.

Henry pushes himself to sit up. "Good morning." He blinks and looks around and nearly jumps. When did William get in here? "William?"

Charlie tilts her head. "Dad Uncle William isn't visiting today. It's too early."

Henry stares back at his daughter, and William makes a point to show that he goes right through his little girl. "Right, my bad." He gets up. "Now, why are you in here?"

"Mom told me to find you, and I did." Charlie giggles. "Come on she's making breakfast."

Henry pauses and nods, following his daughter out.

"I have to admit this is much better than being stuck in the spring lock suit." William hums floating beside Henry. "So I know I don't really have control, nor the power to decide where we go, but I do suggest we find Micheal first."

Henry swallows. "You're not real, I'm just going crazy from the stress."

William nods. "There it is. I was waiting for that to hit you."

.......

William was at his wits' end, and he's only been awake an hour. Micheal's personality and behavior have changed almost instantaneously when he woke up. No teasing Evan or Elizabeth, extremely combative with his mother, and he kept asking him things a ten year old shouldn't know. How does he even know about Circus Baby's? They haven't even released the name yet. Also, how did he even know these curse words?

Clara was glaring at Micheal, and he returned the gaze tenfold. "Micheal, you know better than to stare." Clara scowls at her own son.

Micheal rolls his eyes, not even responding, eating the food in front of him without complaint. Which again was incredibly odd because Micheal hated oatmeal.

William couldn't even read the newspaper in front of him, and his two younger children were also incredibly confused. Evan was glued to his side, and Elizabeth kept talking about aliens. He gave a sigh of relief when the phone rang and he could excuse himself from the table. "Hello, this is the Afton residence. This is William speaking. How can I help you?"

"Hey William, it's Margaret." She pauses. "So did you guys work on anything weird lately?"

"No?" William pauses. "What's wrong?"

"Uh, well, it's a little complicated, and I don't deal with adults with issues. Do you think you can swing by and bring Micheal to keep Charlie entertained. I think Henry is finally breaking from the stress." Margaret sighs. "He keeps saying he sees you, but I know you aren't here." She leaves out the part where she can see the fake William in the mirror.

William hums. "Alright, I can swing by, and I'm sure Micheal would appreciate seeing Charlie." He glares at his son, who raised a brow at him. "I'll be over within the hour."

Clara nods when he hangs up. "You're taking Micheal?"

"I am." William nods.

"Good, straighten him out. He's starting on his teenage rebellion early, and it's obnoxious." Clara sighs, looking annoyed at Micheal, who glares at her.

......

Margaret answered the door to William's surprise. "Ah William, great, you're here, and hello there, Micheal."

Micheal pushed past her and went deeper inside the home.

William sighs. "I'm so sorry Micheal seems to be having a bad day today."

"Ah, it's not a problem, Charlie's out back anyway." Margaret pauses, looking back seeing Micheal had vanished from view. "He's a quick boy ain't he."

William nods. "Yeah, but is Henry alright? Today's our day off. Is he really freaking out?"

Margaret nods, she had to remind herself that this was William, not the starved sickly version in the mirror." "Yeah he's upstairs in our room. Follow me."

William follows her upstairs, and they both stop hearing Henry talk, and... Micheal? How did he get upstairs without either of them noticing.

Margaret looks back to William, and they share a look, easdropping right outside the door.

"....how did you even end up in there? I mean, seriously, we had a plan. Even Consequences agreed to it and helped us." Mocheal huffed.

"I uh he said the red guy has bad aim..." Henry mumbles.

"I knew it." Micheal groaned. "Of course he did this on fucking purpose." The sound of Micheal jumping on the bed. "He probably thinks this is fucking hilarious. You were supposed to be with me, I didn't want to face mother alone."

"Micheal, are you scared of your mom?" Henry pauses. "I really have a hard time believing what either of you told me."

Micheal pauses and hums. "I can prove it."

"What do you mean by, don't you dare?" Henry asks, and the sound of Micheal jumping to the floor is heard.

"Margaret, yaknkw, your wife is sleeping with that contractor who is supposed to add to your home for future kids that will never happen. You already caught him once in your house and assumed he was just surveying, but you chalked up the formal clothes as he had another more important meeting." Micheal steps closer to the doorway. "Along with the fact my father and Margaret are listening right outside the door."

Margaret freezes and swallows. "How did you find that out?" She steps into the doorway, staring down at Micheal.

Micheal stares up at her. "The same way I know that Charlie will die next year if things aren't changed." He walks away and returns to the bed. "Look, I get it time travel unheard of, but we're here. I would rather get the shock over and done with to get to actually changing the future."

The three adults stare at Micheal.

......

Micheal huffs he was kicked out of the room as the three adults started a screaming match. He headed outside and was immediately tackled by Charlie.

"Hey Mikey, why is everyone screaming?" Charlie smiles as Micheal gets up, dusting himself off.

Micheal shrugs. "Dumb adult things."

"Ugh, that makes me not want to grow up if it's all shouting at each other." Charlie huffs.

Micheal frowns. Charlie never did grow past her 12th birthday. She'll be 11 in another month, and himself will be 11 in another two weeks. "I mean, we can change that."

"Yeah." Charlie stares up at the closed window. "They forgot to close the blinds."

Micheal stares up as well. "Want to guess what they're fighting about?"

"I bet it has to do with the diner." Charlie blinks. "Or that new secret project dad refuses to tell me about."

"I bet it's a new location." Micheal smirks.

"Really, I was thinking a new animotronic, but those both could happen." Charlie sighs. "Wanna just play?"

Micheal nods. He can play along and waste enough time till the screaming match fizzles out.

......

Henry finally comes down, followed by Margaret and William. He stops staring at the two kids in the living room. "What are you two doing?"

"Oh, Mikey taught me how to play chess." Charlie hums. "Checkmate."

Micheal groans. "How are you so good at this?"

"Math?" Charlie shrugs, setting up her pieces again.

Micheal huffs. "I still beat you at cards."

"I beat you at chess." Charlie smirks.

Henry stares at the two. "You taught her chess?"

Micheal nods. "Didn't think she would be this good, though." He sighs.

"You guys done fighting?" Charlie hums, moving her pawn.

"You heard us?" Henry rubs the back of his neck.

"Kind of hard not too." Micheal pauses doing his next move.

William watches his son. "Are you two ok?"

"Why wouldn't we be?" Charlie shrugs. "We should be asking you guys that question."

Micheal snickers he forgot how blunt Charlie was. "I'm surprised none of you guys lost your voice."

Charlie giggles. "Mikey, that's rude."

"I think I'll make you guys lunch." Margaret breaks off to hide in the kitchen.

"Checkmate." Charlie sighs. "You're making this too easy."

Micheal huffs. "I think we should go back to cards."

"You're a sore looser." Charlie smirks.

Micheal smiles. "Eh, I guess I know what I'm good at." He puts the games and pieces away.

Charlie stretches. "I'm going to head back outside. I'll see ya out there." She hops off the couch and heads outside.

Micheal deflates and leans back. "So what now?"

"You need to work on your subetly," Henry sighs, rubbing his temples.

"I'm assuming Father said that." Micheal hums leaning back. "In my defense, I haven't really had human contact in the span of 30 years. I was a walking corpse, but my father could say the same."

"How do I get like that?" William sits next to his son.

"I don't think you want to know." Henry frowns sitting on the other side of Micheal. "I didn't want to know."

Mkcheal snickers. "Let's just say your arranged marriage ends in your blood shed."

William pales. "How did you find out we were arranged?"

"Wait, you and Clara are arranged?" Henry pauses and stares at empty space for a moment, then blinks. "That's even worse."

Micheal hops off the couch. "Paperwork, and mom telling me, and then you told me." He shrugs. "I'm going outside. I need to practice being a kid, and Charlie's cool. Also, you should enroll her in some advanced math classes and let you help with your machines. She's quite smart for a kid her age. I also haven't been able to be out with the sun in ages, and I want to enjoy it."

The two men watch Micheal run off. William speaks up first. "I'm so sorry."

"You haven't even done anything yet." Henry sighs. "I don't know how to move forward from this."

"Am I that bad?" William frowns.

"No, not really. You more so look really sickly, and it makes me feel bad. I'm more so talking about Margaret and me. We can change the future William along with Micheal. This isn't the issue. We just have to fix things, but I don't know how Charlie will handle things if we divorce." Henry sighs.

William nods. "I am unable to get divorced."

Henry sighs. "That makes me feel more worried because she hurts you."

William shrugs. "It's not that bad." He pauses. "Ok, it is, but it doesn't matter.

"It does." Henry huffs. "You both have the same mindset."

"We are the same person." William raised his brow. "I don't think time would change that."

Henry rubs his temples. "You know what I'm going to call my sister." He sighs. "I can get advice from her that isn't depressing."

.....

The sun dipped below the horizon, and Henry has stayed in his room while Margaret has gone to the guest room. He sighs, pulling the blanket over him, mulling over the events of today.

"Your sister was unexpected." William was floating above Henry. "Didn't think she would agree with Margaret to pretend to stay married."

"I don't know why you agree with that." Henry frowns.

"Because it's 1980, and you won't get full custody of Charlie." William sinks down next to Henry.

Henry huffs knowing William was correct. "Why are you so ok with Clara harming you?"

"Well, I got used to it." William ignored Henry's shocked expression. "I didn't have children by choice, and you just get used to the constant pain. I love my kids, though. Micheal might be my eldest and maybe my favorite, but I love all of them. I wish I could have seen all of them grow up, but I couldn't."

Henry can feel an emotion tug at his heart. "But that's unfair."

"Yeah and? I've accepted it. I know Micheal now will do his best to keep Clara distracted enough to make it so I won't get hurt as often, but we both know it won't work. To be honest, I feel in love with you back in college, but it doesn't matter now it won't work. I know current me is too shy to even admit anything, and I'm dead living in your head at this point." William hums. "Go to bed. we have work to do tomorrow." He vanishes into Henry's mind.

Henry swallows his shocked. "You can't just tell me you loved me since college and vanish." He knows he was speaking to no one, but he didn't exactly know how to handle these new feelings in the span of a day. Everything was different. He might as well kiss William when he sees him and fuck him on this bed to get back at Margaret. He grabs a pillow to yell into. He wasn't going to get any sleep he had too much to think about.

......

William was asleep after a rough night, and Clara sent him to the couch. He pauses, turning around to face his old friend. "Why didn't you come out before? I only realized you were here after Micheal told us about Margaret."

Henry frowns and turns to face him. "I was going through your memories, but you should have known I was here from the start. It's not exactly pleasant for someone getting invaded by a spirit, let alone one from the future."

William shrugs. "It's fine. I didn't really feel it."

Henry sits down on the couch. It's not from William's home but from their workshop. "Sit?"

William nods and sits next to him. "I'm sorry, Micheal told me everything, and then Henry and my future self explained the rest."

"Don't apologize to me." Henry leans back arms crossed. "I went through your memories. Why did you never tell me the truth? You don't deserve to be treated like this."

William raised his brow. "Time doesn't change you." He also leans back. "If I don't, then she will just go after Micheal. I rather it be me." He frowns when Henry looks heartbroken.

"My own anger may have been misdirected." Henry sighs. "This would have been simpler if I was in my own younger body, but then I would have been able to learn the other side of the story." He pauses. "Do you really have feelings for me? From the start, mind you."

William squeaks getting up. "You saw my memories."

"I want to hear it from you." Henry sits up.

".....y-yes." William says in a quiet voice.

Henry nods. "Well." He gets up and walks close to William, grabbing his shirt and pulling him down into a kiss. "You should be more confident in that regard. Now we have until you wake up. I'm out of practice, but you won't be the first man I've ever been with."

William stutters and clings to Henry. "W-wait!" He takes a breath. "I..." He swallows. "I want to be with the Henry I know." He was red-faced and pulled away. He rubbed his arm and looked away. "You deserve better than myself after all you've been through."

Henry could feel something twist in him. How did he never realize? William was already broken, and this was the first time since college he actually told him what he wanted. He smiles softly. "Alright, but I have to warn you. You have to be blunt, I may be a bit dense in the romance department."

William freezes. "You're not mad?"

"Why would I be mad? You're allowed to have a choice. If you want my younger self who hasn't been tainted by grief, I am not upset. I honestly want your older self, the one we have history with...." Henry stops realizing what William really means. "Oh...." He watches William shake and hug his chest.

"Clara gets so mad when I say no. She always gets what she wants from me. Why are you so nice? I killed your daughter, didn't I?" William vanishes as he forces himself awake.

Henry doesn't even have the chance to comfort him. Ok, he didn't watch enough memories, and William was already broken past the point he orginal thought. He needed his sister she had much more experience with abuse victims.

.....

William woke up to weight on him. He fell asleep on the couch, so he shouldn't be sleeping next to someone, and Clara never holds onto him. His eyes adjust to the dimly lit room, the sun was just coming up, and brown hair was in his vision. It takes him a moment, but the ripped foxy plush gave him away. "Micheal?"

Micheal clings tighter and squeezes his eyes shut before opening them, showing off his baby blue eyes. "Father, I couldn't sleep." He sits up on his legs as he rubs his eyes. "Lizzie ripped my foxy you made, and I don't have a sewing kit to fix it. I might have my adult mind, but I can't control my emotions like an adult." He frowns. "I woke you up, didn't you. I'm sorry."

William sits up and hugs his son. "No, you didn't wake me." He sighs. "So your uncle came back too we talked."

Micheal nods, leaning against his father. "I didn't know he came back, too." His voice was full of sleep. "I don't want oatmeal again."

William chuckles. "How about some eggs and bacon?"

"I can stomach that now that I have a stomach again." Micheal hums. "Can you fix foxy?"

"Yeah, I can, but aren't you a bit old for plush toys? You're 53." William looks at Micheal who stares at him.

"No, I'm not. Just because I'm an adult doesn't mean shit." Micheal frowns, crossing his arms. "You made him for me."

William could feel something wet roll down his cheeks. "Y-yeah, I can fix him."

Henry watched silently. He understood why Micheal was sympathetic to his father even at the end. He knew the whole story, whereas he only had pieces. Knowing William wasn't in control changes everything. He wanted his nephew. Now, he could help him better than his stupid minor in psychology he had. He pauses when William glances at him when he gets up. "I won't interfere."

William frowns and heads to the kitchen with Micheal.

Was that the wrong thing to say? Henry sighed. He was getting frustrated because he didn't understand these emotions. Just because he knows William liked him romantically doesn't mean he understands it. He got a minor in psychology to understand emotions and feelings a lot of good that did.

.....

Henry was awake he didn't sleep much. He knew William could tell. "Look, you can't just drop something like that and expect me to sleep well if at all."

William raised his brow and floated by him. "You were the only one who didn't know."

Henry threw his hands up. "What do you even mean by that?"

Margaret was behind him in the kitchen. "What are you two arguing about?"

Henry jumps. "Don't startle me like that." He covers his face. "Did you know William had romantic feelings for me?"

"Yes." Margaret gets started on breakfast for Charlie.

"What?" Henry stares at her.

Margaret pauses, her eyes widening. "Wait, you really didn't know?"

"No?" Henry sighs, sipping his coffee.

Margaret sighs and spots Charlie running in the kitchen. "Little girl come here."

Charlie stops and runs to her mother's side. "Yes!"

Margaret chuckles. "Now, Charlie, does your uncle look at your father differently?"

Charlie pauses and nods. "Yeah, he looks at dad like the people in movies look at each other. I don't like those movies."

Henry groans and puts his cup down. "I don't need any of those I told you so, and your laughing is not helping you."

Margaret chuckles. "I'm on William's side here. You're just incredibly dense, Henry. Not that it isn't cute, but still, I'm surprised he isn't exactly good at hiding."

"Ewww." Charlie huffs. "What's for breakfast?"

"Eggs and bacon Charlotte, go sit down." Margaret hums.

"Cool." Cjarlie sits at the table. "Can I come with you to work today?"

Henry sighs. "Yeah, but you have to stay hands off. Machines can be dangerous."

"I know, I know." Charlie huffs.

Henry rubs his temples. "I'm going to clean up, make sure you finish your breakfast."

"Yes, dad." Charlie smiles.

......

Micheal hummed, sitting in the closed diner. "Why are we here? Aren't you going to work on the new location?"

William hums. "Because we still have maintenance here to do, and we still have these animotronics to upgrade and work on."

Micheal pauses, looking up at the animotronics. "Foxy bites a night guards frontal lobe off. He survives though."

"The kids name was Jeremy, he's, well will be Micheal's friend." Henry pauses standing in front of the mirror.

"Jeremy?" William pauses, looking back to his son who quickly looks away.

"Y-yeah, he's not in America yet." Micheal walks away from the stage hands in his pockets.

"Were you two close?" William smiles, sitting next to his son.

Micheal started to cry, and he despised his kid emotional control. "Our last conversation was a screaming match." His voice quivers. "I ran away from him."

William rubs his son's back. "Hey, it's ok. You have time to change that now." He gasps when Micheal suddenly clings to him.

"I said such awful things to him, dad." Micheal clings tighter to his father. "And I got exactly what I deserved for that. I just want him back."

William hugs him back and puts him in his lap. "You're getting a bit big for this, but how about we wait together like this."

Micheal nods, wiping his face. "Is it weird having Uncle Henry in your head? He got rough over the years."

William looks over to him and pauses. "He's changed, but I wouldn't say he's rough. He looks tired, though."

Micheal hums. "He looks better than how I remember."

"Oh, why's that?" William looks down at his son.

"Well, first, he was 75. He was also a lot skinner than what he looked like in the mirror. I mean, I was too, but I couldn't eat, and I was just skin and bone. I guess there's life back in his face." Micheal jumps off of his father's lap and walks towards the mirror. "But I guess he can pick how he looks as a spirit trapped in your mind."

William frowns. "Ah, I didn't know how far in the future you guys were. It hasn't really processed that you're 53 Micheal, well have the mind of one."

Micheal nods. "I mean, technically, I'll be 11 in two weeks, well physically. Then I have to wait two more years to even see Jeremy again."

Henry pauses and stares at Micheal. "Wait, you're gay?"

William covers his face.

Micheal looks back at his father, then to Henry. "What did he say? I can't read lips."

"He just realized you and Jeremy were a couple, and not just friends." William sighs.

Micheal starts to cackle. "Oh fuck this explains so fucking much." He catches his breath as the front door opens. "God, this explains so much."

Henry vanishes from the mirror and returns to Williams's side, watching his younger self come in.

Charlie runs up to Micheal. "What's so funny?"

Micheal giggles, calming down and starting to laugh again, seeing the younger version of his uncle. "I-i can't."

William looked back to Henry.

Henry blinks, looking over to William and then his older self. "What did I do?"

Micheal starts to laugh harder.

William chuckles. "Ah, it's just something the older you said. I guess we're in the same situation together."

"Older me...? Oh, are you ok?" He walks over to William.

"I am fine. You're quiet. Which is odd since you normally aren't." William hums. "However, Micheal finds you amusing."

Henry smiles. "I'm glad I can still make someone smile." He places his hand on William's shoulder and freezes. He can see himself. He wasn't older, but his eyes held more emotion than he could ever understand. His hair was longer, and his beard was cut shorter than it was now, and it had a white streek through it. He had a look on his face that he couldn't place, but it filled him with dread.

William could see his future self, and it made his blood run cold. He was much thinner than ever looked healthy. His eyes were sunken in from sleep deprivation and lack of food, and he was pale like a ghost. He swallows and hugs his chest.

Micheal pauses, looking at both men. He could figure out what they were seeing. He looked back to Charlie who was looking in the mirror.

"Their refections are different." Charlie hums. "Was this the weird future thing you told me about?"

Micheal nods. "Yeah, I wouldn't pay it much mind."

"Alright, I guess, but does this mean no work will get done?" Charlie huffs.

"I don't think so they just need to get over it." Micheal shrugs. "However I know how to get the games to work without money."

Charlie's eyes light up. "Nuhuh"

"Yeah." Micheal is grabbed by Charlie, and they run kff to the arcade machines.

[waiting-on-a-dream]

Was just turning her over in my head again, so here’s some thoughts on Yui Sasaki!

Her crime is… weird. Her victim is her best friend and groupmate, Himiko Kazue. But everything seems to point to Himiko’s death being a complete accident? But Yui’s murder HAS to be more complicated than that, and stagelights generally don’t fall on their own. So has Yui just been lying this whole time, and the shock in her MV meant something else? (She’s an excellent actress if so.)

In terms of character, Yui reads as faker than a three-dollar-bill, and I mean that lovingly. She’s fun to read about. I want to crack her open like a walnut and see what’s inside. (It also creates an interesting contrast with Himiko, whose profile says she doesn’t want her fans to fall in love with a fake version of her.)

Also, It’s Not My Fault is her MILGRAM cover? Suspicious as hell. She’s definitely not as innocent as she looks.

TLDR: I love her and cannot wait to see her in Trial 2. Sorry about the guilty vote queen, but the mask is coming off if we have to pry it off your face with a crowbar!

Who knows? It isn't completely out of this world for someone to end up in Milgram because of an accidental "murder". Yui technically caused it because she called her friend over to the stage, and the stage light just so happened to drop at that time. Hehe.

As of now, Yui seems completely two-faced which is true but I'm looking forward to fleshing her out in trial 2! Yui's feelings aren't always so simple. Have fun cracking her open and seeing what's inside~ I'm not good at writing angry characters, so you might find that she's actually sadder than you thought, haha.

Oh nooooo don't remind me of her guilty verdict! /lh If her mask less face is what you want to see, that's what you'll get. Don't regret it~!

[mooshs-crack-headcanons]

Hi love your work how about how headcanons with v and trish how they would be around their so's cat?

I don't get to write for these two very often (Trish even more less so than V, since x reader writing for the ladies sadly tends to be not that popular) but I really hope you enjoy reading, it was really cute to write and I had fun writing the part with V's familiars bonding with a kitty, it was so cute to imagine!

V

V is definitely a big cat person, mostly coming from that fact that deep down Vergil as a child always wanted one but could never own one with his mother's allergy problems with cat hair - meaning he would always have to make sure to clean up real good after feeding and playing with any strays that would sneak onto the property of the Sparda Manor, and would have to do so quickly and quietly so his twin could never find out and tattle on him (which was a miracle that it never happened.) So when V comes over and meets your lovely kitty he's absolutely lovestruck.

I'm afraid to tell you this but this is his cat now. Whether your chilling at your place of residence (whether be you have your own place or you live at the office) Your cat seems to always follow V everywhere he goes, it's just the sweetest of sights. Every time you come home from a job the two will be absolutely inseparable; with him sitting relaxing with his trademark book in hand as he reads aloud to and pets your purring kitty from his lap, scratching under their chin and behind their ears just in the right way they like and afterwards he might even provide a fun riveting game of pounce his fingers from under a blanket - your kitty's favorite game to play with him.

Then of course with V you have his familiars that also bond with your cat - though mostly Shadow and Griffon, Nightmare just does it's normal thing and just chill in V's hair afterall.

Griffon likes to tease your cat just like he does Shadow, calling your cat "Small Terror Kitty" like he calls Shadow "Big Bad Kitty" and such. Though unlike with Shadow, your cat can't exactly kill or hurt him the way Shadow could so sometimes he presses a few more buttons with the teases like stealing toys and other types of fooling around but nothing that can truly hurt them since he knows how much both you and V love the small feline creature but also he doesn't want to be on the receiving end of a skewer when Shadow enters angry mama protect mode.

Speaking of Shadow: while she might not be technically a cat, it's in her species nature to be just a basically big murderous demon cat anyway - just in Shadow's case she's just 'domesticated.' So when demon big cat sees small normal cat, being a demon or not, it just activates motherly instincts in Shadow. No matter how old your cat is; that is her kitten and she'll carry them around by the scruff of their neck around your home/the office if she has too. Though Shadow does has a decency to forget just how big she is and sometimes accidents do happen where you have to break up their play fights, though she always does feel really bad afterwards and tries to make it up to your cat afterwards with some cuddling time.

Your shared bed can feel a little crowded when it becomes time for bed at times, more than once Griffon refers to it as you and V's own little zoo. Surrounding you and V's cuddling bodys, lays Shadow servicing as you two's blanket, Griffon nested and perched comfortably above your pillow, your cat comfortably dozing off on Shadow's head, and even the quiet rumbling of Nightmare comes from V's hair to even share it's contentment as well. A nice little family you are together.

Trish

Trish isn't dog person or cat person really. She finds dogs are too loud and can be a chore to deal with all their excitement and slobber can just be gross and when she was in hell severing Mundus, and being ordered to deal with the Cerberus tribe and hell hounds were always something she really despised dealing with and as with cats, they tend to remind her of the Shadows at Mallet Island and what cruel harmful creatures that can be...which comes with a whole other thing with lots of hard memories.

Now she's been a free demoness for decades now, serving under no master except herself, so those feelings about dogs and cats have mellowed out, she doesn't flinch and react to them how she use too. But when you tell her you have a cat she really isn't that much of a fan. You're her partner and this is your pet, your pet you've hand long before she entered the picture and she respects that. After all it might be a small stuck up creature that can hiss, scratch, and claw up expensive clothes and furniture all it wants but she's a demon and she can hiss right back. This is her line of thinking until she actually meets your cat.

It's when you go into your kitchen to make her a drink when your cat starts to stare a Trish from the other side of the couch with wide lingering eyes that take every aspect of her in. Cats always since before Sparda's time have had a knack for sniffing out magic and the supernatural, what your kitty's doing right now with it's intense stare is just that; they know exactly what Trish is - a true demon, but yet, and what Trish finds so odd about it, they don't appear to be threatened just intrigued, which the demoness finds fascinating and a desire to see how far the cat's interest will go until it truly becomes fearful of what she is. But what she doesn't know if that fear never comes to be.

Slowly and slowly does Trish begin to warm up to the feline with each visit to your place, slowly becoming more accepting of the stares, letting them rub up against her freely, giving them a few hesitant pats, accepting kitty kisses, ect until eventually she finds herself excitedly looking forward to your cat running up and greeting her each time she comes through the door, ready for forehead and chin scratches.

It becomes a staple every time that Trish stays over that your kitty makes their spot in her lap, finding the place so warm and that Trish's thighs are a very interesting biscuit making place, that you can't help but to laugh at everytime.

Will refer to herself as mommy to your cat.

After awhile when she gets her paycheck from a relatively more difficult job than usual and she decides to go spoil herself with her paycheck (and maybe just a little 'borrowed' money from Dante) where she finds herself buying some toys and accessories for your cat to play with/wear, her most favorite accessory being a small black collar with a tiny lighting bolt symbol that she adores seeing them wear, and so she and kitty can match.

Looking back at it now, with her hesitance discomfort at the idea of being around a cat when she first met them and now your cat is one of her highlights of her life, she loves them as much as her demon heart has come love you. Which is so much that she might have trouble expressing in words, but it's when she has the largest of grins on her across her lips and the look of adoration she has in her eyes when she lays with an arm around you and other hand petting your cat as the pur on lap when you lay in bed together, it speaks all it needs to. She might not be a dog or cat person, but Trish is a (Cat's name) person.

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Then There Were Two

Peter Parker x bisexual!reader

Peter Parker x fem!reader

Peter Parker x black!reader

Peter Parker x villain!reader

Warnings: Language, mentions of murder, mentions of mercenaries, mentions of suicide attempts, mentions of a manic and depressive episode, needles, mentions of weed, panic attacks, nosebleeds, mentions of antidepressants, mentions of self-harm, mentions of addictions, knives, and throwing stars.

Word Count: 11.3k

Songs: Tears Dry On Their Own- Amy Whinehouse and He Can Only Hold Her- Amy Whinehouse. 

“I couldn’t sleep. I found reading helped. Ever since I was little I’d found company in the world of fiction. Sometimes you needed an escape, but what happens when the world you’re trying to escape to becomes your reality. 

Where do you go then? Do you find it as beautiful and endearing as you did before? Or do you simply find new flaws and begin to hate it, never truly being satisfied. Forever selfish and greedy.” 

A/N: I AM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG. School just got in the way and it’s like 4 am and I stayed up just to edit this so there may be some typos sorry. 

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I know I said I’ve never killed anyone before that’s because I don’t think it counts when the person can’t die. Because there are countless times that I have “killed” Wade. Some on accident and others for “science”. 

Okay, what I’m about to say next is gonna sound completely and utterly insane so just hear me out. 

I don’t think killing people is wrong. I just think we should only kill bad people. Like Wade does or he did, he used to kill but he said when he did that his heart wasn’t in the right place and he stopped.

 Pussy

“So you’re seriously not gonna tell me how Bitcoin works?” I asked looking through Wade’s suitcase of knives. 

“No, why do you need to know anyway? Hope it’s not ‘cause of porn. Not cause I’m against sex work or anything I’m just anti pedo.” He replied hanging upside down from the bar he had installed in his doorway. “Hey stop touching those.” 

“Why do you not use half of this stuff anymore?” I asked, ignoring him.  

He flipped down onto the ground, coming over to me and shutting the case. 

“Chill out.” I scooted backward on the couch, raising my hands up in surrender. 

“Why are you even here?” He asked, pushing my legs back towards the floor. 

“I don’t know actually I just got bored.” 

Technically I wasn't lying.

 I had ulterior motives other than just hanging out with him but I really was bored. I guess I took having friends I could just talk to whenever for granted. I’m getting middle school flashbacks. 

This is pathetic, isn't it. It’s basically a mild version of taking your dad to prom. If your dad was a sarcastic mercenary at least. 

“Don’t you have people your age to hang out with?” He asked.

“Nope,” I smiled popping the ‘P’ “Just you,” 

“Wow that’s sad you really need to get some friends.” 

One thing I love about Wade is it’s hard to make him show pity for you. Sure there was that one time that he didn’t say anything mean when I was crying but I think that’s cause he knew it was because of my dad and he really fucking hates my dad. 

Any other time everything is a joke. He was the only one who treated me normally after I tried to, you know… off myself. And I loved him for it. Still do. 

Like once when I was placed on suicide watch I asked him how to get off of it and he told me to just kill myself.

 I feel like he’s one of the only people I know that has had a more traumatic life than my own which makes room for very many jokes. 

He had already wandered off to the kitchen to do whatever old retired people do when he shouted out interrupting my very generic hallmark Christmas movie. 

“Hey what day is it?” 

“Uh...” I clicked open my phone finding the date. “December 3rd.” 

He was suddenly in front of me and I have no idea how he got over here that fast. 

“Already?” He asked looking over my shoulder “These timelines are so confusing. What chapter are we on now? Like nine, ten maybe?” 

“Who are you talking to dude?”

“The readers.” He replied, actually looking at me this time. 

He looked back up and continued to talk. Yeah, I’m pretty sure I’d finally met someone crazier than me. 

“I’m not supposed to tell you this and I’m not sure if I’m right, because this timeline is more off than the rest.” He whispered. 

 “But this is the chapter where they kiss.” 

“Are you feeling okay?” I asked, tilting my head. 

I’m sure he knows this but I did not leave any of his stuff alone. I took one of his katanas and several throwing knives and stars. You know just in case.

 Whoa, oh

Oh, whoa, oh 

He can only hold her for so long

You know how you have no feelings whatsoever for someone then you have one dream about them and boom 

“Do you think I’d look good with a nostril piercing?” I asked while examining my nose in the mirror. 

“Are you kidding me? You’d look hot as fuck,” Jessica added in. 

“You should pierce her nose, J” the guy who was standing closest to the door said. Zach I think. 

“Yeah I could do that, do you want me to?” She asked. 

I pondered it for a second before the boy who already looked off of cloud nine Tyler I believe his name was interjected with 

“She’s really good at it, she did my girlfriends,” 

You know what? fuck it 

“Why the hell not,” I said

“Alright,” she said after clapping her hands and walking over to her backpack on the floor. She pulled out a lighter and an earring. 

She lit the earring to disinfect and I hopped up on the sink and she moved towards the right side of my body. Just as she was asking me where exactly I wanted it we all jumped at the sound of the door creaking open. 

Low and behold Peter Parker of all people walked in. 

“Uh I was just gonna...yeah,” He stammered out still standing by the door. He was still just staring at me. 

Now I’m not sure if it was because I was a girl in the boys bathroom, if I looked high, or if it was the fact I was about to piercing my nose in a dirty school bathroom but he was starting to make me feel awkward. 

“Can I help you?” I asked. 

“Oh,” he said as a blush raised up his cheeks “I’m just gonna,” he pointed to one of the stalls before scurrying into it. 

Jessica simply chuckled and called him cute.

By the time he came back out to wash his hands the earring was already pushed into my nostril with a slight pinch. Jessica told me that I’d have to clean the piercing everyday for a couple weeks, which is something I could manage. I hopped down the sink and asked 

“Do I look okay?” Referring to my eyes

“Yeah and me?” Jessica asked

“Yeah you’re good,” I reassured her. 

That was the last thing she needed to hear before her and the other two guys left the bathroom. 

As Peter was washing his hands I turned back around to look at my nose in the mirror. It was still a little red with irritation. It was also slightly sore to the touch. I was shaken out of my thoughts by Peter’s voice. 

“Did that hurt?” He asked. 

He was so adorable. 

“This?” I pointed to my nose and he nodded. 

“No not really,” I said grabbing my bag off the floor. 

“Well this very short convo has been a blast but I gotta go,” 

That wasn’t the first interaction I had with Peter but it was the first one my brain deemed worthy of remembering. It was the first time I realized how cute he was.

Now we were on top of some middle school jumping the roofs. I'm pretty sure he was only here because he wanted to keep tabs on me since he found me on the verge of a panic attack last night and currently thinks I’m sick. 

“Are you sure this is safe?” He asked.

“Yes it’s safe, don’t be a pussy,” I rolled my eyes “Besides I do it all the time,”

“So you go to D.C and hop to different roofs of a middle school all the time?”

“You know what I meant smartass,” I elbowed him lightly and he laughed. 

I laid on my back and shortly after he joined me. 

“How do they get shirts so soft,” 

“What?”

“I said how do they get shirts so soft,” I sat up. 

“I don’t know probably lots of thr-” 

“C’mon let’s go down there,” I interrupted pointing at the building before hopping down. 

Running through the mall looking through almost every store I’d spent about $1,000 just shopping for everyone who came to mind. 

Eventually I walked into Zumiez with Peter trailing behind me. I was looking at the hoodies by the skateboard rack. 

“I always wanted a skateboard as a kid,” He said coming up behind me. 

“Pick one,” I nodded my head towards the rack of decks. “I’ll get it for you,” 

“ I can’t let you do that,” He said. 

“No, I insist,” I laughed at my word choice “That’s a fancy word” I laughed and he laughed too “No but for real, pick a deck and I’ll buy it for you,” He shook his head “I’m not leaving until you do,” I turned his words from the earlier night onto him.

“Fine,” he sighed walking back over to the shelf. 

After picking the rest of the accessories for the board he said. 

“I still have no idea how to ride it,” 

And with me still not thinking I said

“Ok then I’ll teach you,”

We headed back out the mall but not before I got a diamond chain because why the hell not. We were about to get on a train to head back until I interjected. 

“Wait,” I grabbed his arm. “Come with me,” 

“Are you sure this is safe?” He asked as we sat under the bridge that the train runs over. 

I laughed at his nervousness. 

“I do this all the time and I'm still here, aren’t I?” 

Waiting for the next train coming over I put on a song that's been stuck in my head for a while. Weary by Solange. 

I didn’t realize I was singing along until he complimented my voice.

“You should sing more often, you have a really nice voice.” 

“Shh” I hushed. Soon I felt the train coming “Just live,” 

I leaned back on my elbows and closed my eyes. I guess this was some form of therapy. The rumbling of the tracks traveled through my body. 

It would’ve been loud but I’ve picked up the ability to block out noises I don’t want to hear on command. 

After the train passed the sun was already setting. I figured I might as well get food. This would classify as the first real meal I’ve eaten in awhile. 

  That had to be one of my favorite first memories for a while even though it was definitely a manic episode. Fun as hell though. 

I don't like the word crush. It seems so juvenile. But there is no other way to describe this sudden rush of memories and infatuation. It’ll pass though, all things do. 

The lights are on, but no one's home

I’d had a really long fucking day. Like I had to resist the urge to scream my lungs out all day. I dropped my lunch on the floor, I failed my test, and I got detention for something I didn’t even do. 

I just wanna get home, take a shower, and sleep for 7 million hours. I had to bite back tears when I fumbled and dropped my keys trying to open the door. 

I heard a rustling coming from somewhere in the apartment as soon as I shut the door behind me. On instinct, I reached for the knife in my bra. It’s probably not so practical to keep it there. 

I slowly turned the corner to the kitchen and found a piece of paper on the counter. I was still on high alert as I picked it up and read it. There were only a few words 177A Bleecker Street. 

I spent about 15 minutes contemplating whether I should or should not go to the address and I eventually found I only had one real con.

 Maybe the person could be trying to kill me because how’d they even got into the apartment or knew I was living there.

But then I realized if I die I die. So fuck it. 

“Wait a minute,” I almost shouted. “Hold the fucking phone,” 

This info dump is making my head hurt. 

“I don’t know shit about what you’re talking about. I don’t know magic or what the infinity stones are or what the multiverse is and quite frankly I think you’re insane,” I rambled on. 

“You’ve got the wrong person,” I finished.

“No, I’ve definitely got the right person you are Y/N L/N correct?” 

I had half a mind to lie my ass off right now but I didn’t. Maybe I couldn’t get Thor to help me but this random wannabe Jafar could maybe help me out.

But there’s also a chance that this Strange guy if that is his real name could be lying his ass off. Half of this “magic” shit could just be holograms and illusions scammers are getting really good at them nowadays actually. 

I mean what are the chances of me being a danger to the universe anyway. Swear to God I’m gonna have a panic attack. I shouldn’t have come here. 

Okay, but let’s really think about this for a second, who in their right mind randomly tells a 16-year-old girl that if she doesn’t get her emotions in check she could fuck up the structure universe out of nowhere. 

First of all what? Second of all the fuck? Wouldn’t telling me this only make everything that much worse. 

Like I can’t control the shit so what does telling me about it do? It helped nothing I still can’t control and now I’m freaking out. 

He seemed to be trying to get me on his side. But side of what. Who could possibly be so dangerous that your last resort is a 16-year-old from the Bronx. 

Whatever it was is not my problem. The second this wizard cosplayer turns his back I’m booking it out of here. 

As I tried to move towards the door it just split into multiple doors like a kaleidoscope. Okay either this is a really bad trip, a really good illusion, or magic is real and not the kind with a ‘K’.

Or the kind they put in brownies. I would never admit this to anyone like ever but I was scared. Like maybe the “if I die I die” thing would have to come into play pretty soon. 

“Okay, I won’t cause any more of whatever you called them you can let me out now.” 

I looked behind me and I was by myself in this haunted library-looking building. I swear to fucking God or whatever’s out there if I don’t get out of here right now. 

The door continued to split into smaller and smaller fragments and it was making me dizzy. I did not want to vomit at this very moment so I shut my eyes for a second.

This is like the first time I prayed in a while actually. I wasn’t really sure how to do it properly anymore.

“Uh hey, big guy. “ I whispered. “I know I haven’t talked to you in a long time so sorry for that but could this not be the end please.” 

I’d finally gotten to a place where I had more reasons to leave than reasons to die, I couldn’t just croak now. I still have siblings to live for and a cat. I still have people to apologize to. 

She’s so vacant 

Okay at first I could’ve maybe written this off as me overreacting about dying but not anymore. A charge ran through my body and it felt like static everywhere. 

Isn't this what it’s like before you get struck by lightning? I feel like I’ve read that before. I squeezed my eyes tighter.

 I would’ve done the 54321 method, but that requires sight so I’ll just stick to trying to breathe properly. 

The next moment was so weird it’s hard to explain it. It was just a bunch of colors but they were melting into each other and giving birth to something.

 See that makes no sense but the next thing I knew was I opened my eyes and I was outside. 

I turned around towards the building behind me and it was completely normal no moving doors, weird colors, or anything. 

I was honestly starting to believe I’d dreamt up the whole thing and I’d never gone inside.

Like I said I still have people to apologize to. I’d just have to do it tomorrow because my body was absolutely spent. Felt like I just got hit by a truck. 

I ended up sleeping for 16 hours. I woke up with bruises and scratches all over my body. Which, either there are some really sharp crumbs in my bed and I sleep like a wild animal or some demon’s trying to drag me to hell in my sleep. 

Whatever. 

There was one downside since it’s a part of my body there were bruises on my neck. Now I knew what it would look like but it wasn’t that. None of the methods to get rid of them were working either. Anyway pushing the non-hickeys down to the bottom of my priority list apologies first. 

I had a plan. It was abstract but it was there in my mind I knew what I needed to do and if it didn’t go right for me I’d probably explode. 

The first person to apologize to was Harry. He was the first because he’d be the easiest. 

That sounds mean and manipulative but it’s true. If I had him on my side he could help me with everyone else. 

I would’ve texted him before coming over but then he might’ve said no and honestly he might’ve blocked me. That’s not true, he never blocks anyone. 

I knew he was at his dad's house though. Well, at least that’s what his snap map told me.

I was right. About it all, basically he told me I was an idiot and it wasn’t a big deal. So, it went very well. 

I’m scared of Carmen. Not because of the whole Canary Cry thing as she calls it, but because she’s so good at reading people. She has a built-in bullshit detector. 

She was the one person I couldn’t lie to. Well, I couldn’t lie to Rose or my mom either but it’s not like they can just come back and call me out on it.

“I was more concerned than mad. I was thinking about ignoring you when you came up to this door but then I realized you had been listening to Mitski a little too much these past weeks and you might’ve jumped off this building if I did,” She spewed. 

She claims she thinks she did enough yelling at me already. I’d say she did too. 

She seemed very adamant about letting me know why I was stupid for scaring her like that and how I shouldn’t have just left because I was mad. She went into detail about how dumb I was like I didn’t know it already. 

Bri, Harry, and Carmen. Three down two to go. 

I didn’t know how I was supposed to talk to MJ because I only really talked to her in art class, lunch, or detention. She wasn’t a mysterious person per se she just kept to herself most of the time. 

I had ISS for the rest of the week so art class was not an option. Luckily she spent this afternoon like she apparently did every other. 

Drawing people. 

She used them as models said it really captures the suffering soul. 

“Hey…” I sat down backward in the seat in front of her.

She just nodded at me. 

“So…” I stalled. 

“It’s fine.” She spoke for me. 

I wasn’t sure I looked as confused as I felt but I’m sure I did because she clarified what she meant. 

“You were here to apologize and I accept. It wasn’t as big a deal as you made it out to be anyway.” 

Oh. I wasn’t expecting that. I moved my desk closer to hers. I didn’t really know how to say everything I wanted to say so I didn’t. 

I picked up a pencil and started a rough sketch of no one in particular, maybe someone I had seen walking down the street or on the subway. 

I heard that MJ let no one else touch or even look in her sketchbook but me. I understand that. I have a notebook with all kinds of stuff, poems, artwork, songs, many things that’ll never see the light of day. I would never let anyone touch it. It’s private. 

So it surprised me when I recognized a character in this book. It was Lana, a person that Carmen made up a long time ago and it was drawn in her very distinct art style. I just hummed and finished off the portrait I was sketching. 

“You know everyone was being weird about you. I could tell there was something they wanted to say but no one would ever step up and do it.” She spoke which somehow perfectly lined up with the scratching of her pencil. 

“It wasn’t your job but I’m glad you did. I missed you loser.” She used her coined nickname for everyone on me but it felt like it was still mine since she used it for me first. 

She was actually my first real friend at this school. She never treated me any differently than everyone else which is quite a rare quality actually.

She’d never admit it but she was actually a very soft person at heart. She had a warm soul.

“Missed you too bitch,”  I smiled. I relished in the small chuckle she let out. 

I can’t tell if everyone actually forgave me or if they just said that because of the nature of the fight we had and didn’t want me to flip out and like jump off a cliff or something but, I’ll take it either way. 

Her soul is taken

“You have to help me.” A voice whispered in my ear. But I was alone in this room.

“Please!” The voice was distorted like a computer glitching. 

“Please you have to help us!” 

I don’t know why I did but I screamed. 

“You were meant to be ready, my mistake.” Infinity spoke.

 I thought that she was a dream the first time I saw her. Maybe it was and this is another dream.

All the walls in the room were moving fluidly resembling what happens when you put water on a speaker. I must’ve zoned out because when I heard her voice again I jumped.

“I’m sorry.” 

“For what?” I asked. 

She ignored my question and continued.

“Sometimes I forget when people are pushed rather than having jumped they will not know to catch themselves when they hit the ground.” 

“What?” I laughed nervously. Something felt off. 

“Grab my hand.” She continued.

For some reason, I felt like I wouldn’t have been able to deny her even if I wanted to. 

I grabbed her hand and it felt like the weight of the entire world hit me. Wind was whooshing all around and my eyes watered, blurring my vision. My grasp on Infinity seemed to be the only thing keeping me upright at the moment. 

I was sure my face was flushed. I dropped my hands down to rest on my legs trying to catch my breath. As I looked around I became aware of my surroundings. I realized I was on the top of the Avengers compound. 

Major inexplicable déjà vu here. 

“Beautiful isn’t it?” She asked as we looked down at the buildings around us. 

“Yeah it is-“ 

She cut me off.

“This my warning. You need to catch yourself.” 

“Wha-“ 

But before I could finish my question I was falling. I didn’t think to scream. I didn’t do much of anything.

When people say your life flashes before your eyes I thought they meant literally in flashes but as I was falling it was like the movie Click and all these memories were happening simultaneously around me. If I were to move my head I’d see another. 

I could feel my nose bleeding and it was honestly getting harder to breathe by the second. I couldn’t think, breathe, or do anything but fall.

I closed my eyes expecting to feel my back slam into the ground my eyes flipped open with a loud whoosh.

I hit the soft surface of my mattress. I woke up thinking one thing and one thing only. 

“What the fuck?” 

I touched my nose and sure enough, it was bleeding. 

I just washed my face, changed my shirt, and got ready for school. I could think about whatever just happened later but MJ told me we have a pop quiz today so that is of my utmost priority. 

Newsflash this massive migraine is my newest top priority. I wanted to cry so bad, but the last thing I’d ever do is cry at school. 

“Do you have any Advil?” I asked the first girl I came across in the hallway. She just shook her head and kept walking. 

He thinks, What's she running from? 

 Now, how can he have her heart

It had been like 3 days and this migraine was not getting any better. I swear if it goes on another day I’m gonna do crack just because. 

Since I was staying a reasonable distance from Midtown at the moment Peter decided he’d make it his place to walk me home from now on. Except on the days Mr. Stark needed his attention. 

“Are you hungry?” 

I didn’t really feel like speaking and he seemed to understand it so I just gave him a thumbs up. 

“Okay but fuck Canadians for making 6Teen had me thinking my life was gonna be living at a mall while being famous.” I laughed. 

My migraine had melted away into something tolerable. Tolerable enough to rant about the cartoons I’d seen as a child.

“Okay, what about Kim Possible. I was obsessed with Sheago,” Peter added in. 

The plates of lo mein were long forgotten. I was clearly having a little too much fun here so the universe said Hey didn’t we say she wasn’t allowed to be happy and fucked up everything. 

“Your nose is bleeding hold on,” Peter said before getting up. Sure enough, I did feel something dripping from my nose. 

“Here.” He came back, handing me a napkin.

I mumbled a quick thank you excusing myself to the bathroom. The blood wouldn’t stop coming out and naturally, my first reaction was to overshare on the internet via TikTok. 

I didn’t realize how long I hadn’t been on my phone until I saw I had like 10k+ notifications on imessages alone.  

I couldn’t breathe. You’d think the more panic attacks you have the more you get used to them. I was still bleeding and I was freaking out. 

It’s not like I couldn’t breathe it was just my heart was beating far too fast. 

Apparently, panic attacks just never stop regardless of how good you’re doing. I’m just gonna have to eventually get used to them. Hopefully sooner than later.

“You fucked me up!” I screamed at MJ.

“Are you sure it wasn’t Bri?” She asked. 

I turned on the lunch table bench towards Bri

“I just got off mine.” She shrugged.

“So it was you!” I pointed at MJ.

“What are we talking about?” Harry sat down on the other side of me. 

“MJ fucking bluetoothed me and now I’m in pain,” 

“Bluetoothed you?” Peter asked, adding himself to the conversation as he sat down in a seat far from me. 

Everything had gone back to normal after I said sorry to everyone. Well, almost everything Peter was being weird now it wasn’t anything too noticeable it was just awkward.

“She synced me to her period and now she’s saying she doesn’t have Midol.” 

“Oh. I don’t have Midol but I do have Tylenol if that helps.” 

“Seriously? That’d be great thank you.” 

He muttered that he’d be right back and ran off towards the lockers. I was so focused on the stabbing pain in my back that I almost didn’t hear Harry’s snicker. 

“What’s so funny?” I asked pointedly. 

“Nothing…” He said in a tone signifying it definitely wasn’t nothing. “It’s just funny how you’ve got him wrapped around your finger and you don’t even know it.” 

“What are you talking about?” 

“He’s right. He’s practically in love with you,” MJ added her input. 

“Yeah, she’s in love with him too.” Bri teased. 

“Shut up dumbasses,” I mumbled, thankful my skin didn’t allow blushing to show. 

“See she didn’t deny it.” Bri finished. 

Yeah cause what was there to deny I wasn’t in love but how could you not like Peter. Honestly what was there to not like. 

'Cause what's inside her never dies

I couldn’t control whatever it was that was happening to me. I would hold a glass for 5 seconds too long and a cramp would hit me and it’d shatter. Or I kept burning my blankets. Hey, who needs a heating pad when you're a human firebomb. 

As I got up off the floor to go to the bathroom another cramp ran through my body. Then a plate shot at my head. I already knew to duck because that’s not the first time this has happened today. 

I’ve had like 4 people complain about the loud noise. Yeah sure the migraine went away but these cramps might be my next reason to do crack. Seriously all I’d have to do is ask Harry. He seems like a cokehead. White people do coke a lot way too casually too. 

Either I’m addicted to it or I’m magical and I’m not sure which is more believable here, but I knew my phone was ringing even with the ringer off. 

I don’t really see the point of having everyone’s ringtones be a song if I never hear them. 

I clicked the accept button on the call putting my phone on speaker. I wouldn’t even have had to look to know it was Peter.

He was the only person who actually audio-called people instead of just FaceTiming. 

“Hey,” I answered. 

“Hi!” He spoke loudly over a rustling sound. 

“Are you on your phone while you’re swinging?” I scolded “What did I tell you about that?” 

“You said not to cause I’ll get hurt.” 

“Yeah, exactly. Call me back when you’re on solid ground.”

He called me again about 1 minute later and either he was closer to home than I thought or he stopped on some random roof. I didn’t comment on it though. 

There was never not something to talk about when it came to Peter. Sometimes the things are not things I’d like to discuss but one plus side of having a narcissist for a father is you pick up some good manipulation tactics.

 I couldn’t really tell how long it’d been since I was on the phone but the story of the time I threw a book at my teacher was keeping us both entertained. 

Once I woke up was when I had noticed nothing had gone haywire since I got on the phone with Peter. 

Huh.

My unicorn slippers scuffed against the floor as I moved towards the bathroom. I yawned aggressively looking into the mirror rubbing my eyes. I felt a pull. An invisible one like a mime struggling with a fake rope. 

I was looking down but I knew if I looked up my eyes would be red. I could feel the static licking through my veins. 

“Do you remember the end?” A loud voice boomed as I entered a pitch-black room. I wasn’t scared, I recognized the voice as Infinity’s. 

“The end of what?” I asked moving towards where I believed the voice to be. 

“The end of the beginning of course.” 

“And that’s the beginning of…?” 

My surroundings soon turned a bright white I put my arms up to shield my eyes from the light. 

“The universe.” Infinity popped behind me, causing me to jump forward. 

“You scared me.” I sighed clutching my chest. 

“There have been many universes and there will be many more,” She continued, paying no mind to my comment. 

“Before there was anything here there was the Big Bang making the universe soon to be destroyed by the darkness.” 

The room turned to a Milky Way-looking universe but way more colorful being swallowed by a cloud of dark smoke. 

“Many races were born at the beginning of time and died out during the destruction. Some immortals of their race were left becoming the Elders of Universe.” 

The image on the walls of the room changed again leaving me in complete darkness. 

There was a colorful crash and from that crash emerged many colorful gems one of which I recognized as the Tesseract. 

“The remnants of the Big Bang are known as the infinity stones. Which wield enough power to destroy the Multiverse itself.” 

“The Celestials are the only strong enough to wield the Infinity stones.” She continued. I had no idea what she was talking about but I felt compelled to listen. 

“There are many Celestials including myself.” She continued. 

I could feel my heart rate quicken. 

“We created you.” She continued, smile present in her voice. 

“What?” I laughed. I always laughed in situations where it was completely unprovoked. 

“To the dismay of many. Celestials interacted with humans. We gave magic to some and powers to others.” Her voice was getting closer to me but I still couldn’t see her.

“Some were given both,” Her voice got even closer. “Like you. A deviant and a descendant of an eternal.” 

“You are very powerful Y/N. Your progression confuses me.”

 I opened my mouth to speak regardless of the fact I had no idea what to say. 

“You are wondering why you can’t see me.” She spoke for me.

“I have no body. I’m an abstract deity.” 

Deity? Like a God? 

“I have no body. I just borrow a form to interact with beings such as yourself.” 

Oh, that makes sense, I guess. 

“I have been here since the first universe and will be here till the last. This is only the end of the beginning for you, remember it all.” 

That was the last of her voice that I heard before I knew I was back in reality, or my reality.

Suddenly my skin felt far too tight for my body. I had too many teeth in my mouth and my bones were vibrating. 

Either I just met a God or I need about 400 milligrams of Prozac. 

My throat was itchy and my entire body hot.

I’m assuming I was hyperventilating so bad I lost consciousness or maybe I just dissociated from my body for a whole hour. 

Either way, I had 15 minutes to get to school and I was still in my pajamas lined with multiple holes burned into them. 

That was one of my favorite shirts too. 

She is plagued with urgency

It had almost been 4 days of no incidents. 4 whole days of normalcy. Well as normal as it could get for me. Peter had a very grounding personality; it wasn’t very easy to get upset around him. 

4 whole days of no flying utensils, no burned clothes, no nothing. 

Normalcy for me is a fever of 103 and hanging out with people who can’t die, or can stick to walls, or kill someone with one scream. That’s normal. 

What’s not normal is feeling extremely cold. An out-of-place temperature. 

I felt sick. 

It wasn’t a normal sick, either; it was like the kinda sick you feel at the beginning of a depressive episode. Like the sick before you actually get sick. 

A gut feeling. 

I couldn’t sleep. I found reading helped. Ever since I was little I’d found company in the world of fiction. Sometimes you needed an escape, but what happens when the world you’re trying to escape to becomes your reality. 

Where do you go then? Do you find it as beautiful and endearing as you did before? Or do you simply find new flaws and begin to hate it, never truly being satisfied. Forever selfish and greedy. 

I had eaten so many this week that I never want to see another apple ever again.

There was no way the apple a day keeps the doctor away bullshit was true, I was just too lazy to cook anything. Or even walk or skate anywhere to get food.

A knock pulled me away from my abstract thoughts. 

I put out my cigarette in the half-empty soda can next to me before wiping my hands on my knees. 

Sure cigarettes are basically cancer sticks but it’s hard to believe they were any worse than puff bars or any other foreign substance I’d ever put in my body. 

I stuck my eye up to the peephole. I knew it was Peter even before he’d knocked it was just a safety precaution. 

When you put up a front for others for so long you eventually convince yourself of it. 

“It’s not funny!” I demanded as Peter continued to laugh over what I just told him. “I answered your question.” 

“Yeah but I don’t expect you to say not recognizing Tony Hawk.” He laughed. 

“That’s a perfectly legitimate fear!” I defended myself. “I don’t wanna be one of the people he tweets about,”

 “What did you expect me to say, spiders?” I teased. “How are you gonna be Spiderman and be scared of spiders.” 

“Hey!” He cried. “They have too many legs.” 

“Whatever spidey.” 

“Haven’t heard that one in a while.”

The game of 21 questions eventually fizzled out semi-silence and dumb secret reveals. Hey, look at that it is possible to play without the game taking a sexual turn. 

“Okay, so I know the game is over but one last question.” 

“Okay shoot,” I responded, tucking my arms underneath my head on the cool concrete of the roof. 

“How come you don’t come upstate anymore? Happy actually asked about you.” 

“That’s a loaded question.” 

I knew I wasn’t going to be able to lie. Not because I couldn’t, I’m a very excellent liar, but because I wouldn’t. 

I let out a shaky breath trying to figure out how and I was even going to say. 

“I know this is a shitty answer but I don’t really know.” There wasn’t a specific reason really just a clusterfuck of small grievances.

Well that’s a lie there was a huge reason and I just didn’t want to say it. 

Thank whatever the fuck told me to leave my ringer on today because I was able to spin the random telemarketer calling me into a family emergency and I dashed. I felt bad but not bad enough to respond to any of Peter’s text messages. 

I was a ticking time bomb. I had been lucky enough for only minor mistakes before but, I never knew myself to be lucky very long. 

I couldn’t take any more chances with anyone. I was just going to have to slowly distance myself from everyone to keep them safe. 

What a selfish way to think because God knows I was doing this to keep myself safe. 

Except I'd just have to do this one last thing because I promised it to MJ. And there’s only so many promises I’ll allow myself to break in a month. 

“Are you gonna get it?” I asked, referring to the necklace in MJ’s hand. 

“Nah I’m just gonna go with the pants.” 

I made my rounds around the mall asking my friends what they wanted and paid for at least one thing for each of them because I’m a nice person. 

Well, I couldn’t have been that nice because it wasn’t my wallet I was paying from. Sorry to whatever rando owned it. 

“Every time I get in the bowl, I forget I know how to skate so I start freaking out until I remember I can skate then I’m like wait a minute this shit is easy.” I stopped talking as I saw a waiter heading towards our table with a plate of quesadillas. 

“Are you ever gonna order anything else when we come here?” Carmen started at me.

In the 3 years, she’s known me every time we go to Chili’s I get chicken quesadillas and that’ll never change. 

“Nope.” I shifted my legs across Peter’s lap to move close enough to hit Carmen with the water from my glass but not hit. I tried not to let Peter’s close proximity get to me since it never did before. 

A tiny bit of water turned into her shooting a spitwad at me which turned into Harry’s dumbass feeling the need to be included, so he threw something at someone and now everyone was being loud and I think I just got stabbed by a fork and we’re gonna get kicked out. 

“Y’all shut the fuck up were acting like those theater kids at Waffle House at 3 in the morning this is embarrassing.” 

Somehow that was the phrase that was able to get everyone to shut up. 

I miss the giddy feeling of being like 10 and walking to the nearest corner store with your friends and just eating gummy worms and I don’t know why. 

Sure I can do that now I do it very often actually. I just can’t explain why I wanted to be 10 again so bad. 

I think it might be because that’s before I realized how shitty the world was. Like sure I’ve always known this world is a fucked up place I mean just look at how I was raised. 

What I mean is that was right before I started realizing how fucked up everything really was, before I had a pretty idea but 10 was right before I realized there was no good anywhere in the world and no one would give you what you deserved so you gotta take what they owe you if you want it.

I hate popcorn.

The kernels get stuck in your teeth and somehow get inside your gums, but apparently, it’s required when watching a movie at a sleepover and who was I to argue with that logic especially when this is the closest I’m gonna get to being 10 again in a long while. 

I don’t know what movie we’re watching because I zoned out a few minutes ago and I don’t want to zone back in but I have a hunch that it’s the Poltergeist. 

A loud “Well why’d you do that might as well text your ex now stupid bitch!” coming from Harry startled me enough to dig myself deeper into Peter’s waist which I hadn’t even realized I wrapped my arms around him. 

I’m not sure why that action embarrassed me so much but it did. At least I wasn’t alone I could see the pink tint ghosting Peter’s face except on him it was cute. 

 Harry was the first to fall asleep because the only time he sleeps was during movies. 

I spent about 15 minutes throwing pieces of popcorn into his hair until I got bored. 

Carmen was the next to fall to the famine that unconsciousness but that’s because she’s a senior citizen. 

MJ was third and honestly, I would be lying if I said it wasn’t adorable the way she was laying on Carmen’s shoulder. 

See now I could’ve peacefully let my friends sleep and got on the floor and let Peter fully lay out on the couch but I’m a bitch and the first reaction to almost everyone being asleep was to scream. 

I think they were all too tired to be madder than they were confused. They all just got up and went to other rooms. 

There were at least two other places available to sleep now that everyone had gotten up but neither Peter nor I made any move to get up. 

To be honest I didn’t want to. I was too tired and he smelled good. 

In a half-conscious action, Peter flipped onto his side effectively trapping me between him and the back of the couch. 

Weirdly instead of feeling stuck I just felt safe, and our collective body heat was more than enough to lure me to sleep. 

Searching kisses

Apparently, plants do not have a life span. They just live forever if provided with everything they need. Only neglected plants die. 

I would love to be a flower and just be forever in the middle of a field. Not capable of making any thoughts. Sounds like the dream.

Carmen woke me up at the asscrack of dawn to do what I already had an alarm for, taking my antidepressants. 

I wasn’t not going to take them, I just didn’t have anymore. I’d already decided I would head to CVS and pick them up later today.  

In the meantime, the sun beaming on my shoulders would have to take the role of creating my serotonin for the day. 

Sure I taught him the basics of how to skate but Peter had never been to a skatepark so here we are. 

“I feel like I’m taking your skatepark virginity.” I joked, elbowing his side. 

He was still standing at the edge of the bowl waiting for I don’t know what. 

I’d never actually do it but I said I was gonna push him in if he didn’t go. 

Clearly, I wasn’t very patient because I dropped in to show him it wasn’t that hard. 

A few hours had passed and we called it a day. I wasn’t doing much skating anyway; it was just more of being proud every time Peter landed a trick. 

It should only take me 15 minutes to get my prescription filled.

15 minutes in which Peter hopefully doesn’t get bored looking through the magazines, because if he came over here and saw me I think I might just kill myself. 

There was an old white man staring at me. Not that was a rare occurrence on the subway but he still freaked me out. 

The longer he stared the more I found myself scooting into Peter’s side and the tighter my grip got on the knife I put in the pocket of his jacket. The one I was currently wearing. 

Peter Parker wasn’t my boyfriend. 

He just acted like one. 

He did things like listening to me rant at 3 am, or bought me food, remembers my favorite color and candy, tolerated my ramblings, let’s me fall asleep on him, texts me good morning and night, listens to my song recommendations, and finally, he lets me wear his jackets even though normally I wouldn’t need them.

 Those are all things boyfriends do or maybe that’s just how normal friends act and my standards are just low as hell. 

So again Peter Parker wasn’t my boyfriend. It was a fact. It’s not like the fact bothered me or anything it was just a fact I couldn’t get out of my head for some reason. 

So now I’ll turn my head back towards his laptop as I platonically laid across him on his bottom bunk and finished Empire Strikes Back. 

Unfortunately, I’m not gonna remember any of this movie but I will remember how adorable Peter looked watching it. 

Towards the last few minutes of the movie, Peter mumbled something incoherently. 

“What?” 

“I said I have an answer to your question.” 

“What question?” 

“You asked me why I always let you get away as Thorn.” 

Oh. 

My throat went dry. I was having a good day. I didn’t wanna talk about this. This is my least favorite topic ever. 

“Oh, why?” I asked, trying to hide the nerves in my voice. 

He went on to tell me how he knew or felt that I was better than what I was doing. He also said he wanted to know why I stole stuff and he couldn’t do that if I was in prison. Said I wasn’t violent by nature only by necessity. 

I’ve never thought of it like that. Like what kind of superhero stops to psychoanalyze someone who’s supposed to be a villain. That would make for an interesting movie though.

I should’ve listened when they said ignorance is bliss. I should’ve just distanced myself from Peter while I had the chance. As soon as I made the connection I should’ve dipped. 

See this is why I hate school if it wasn’t for that stupid group project I could’ve been living peacefully being a shitty person with minimal regrets. But no, I had to meet someone who’s practically a saint to make me feel bad about everything ever. 

When I got my first and last therapist they told me about coping mechanisms because apparently to have healthy ones you need to recognize your bad ones. 

She list them off in a cool infographic and everything. There are so many more forms of self-harm than you can ever imagine. 

I honestly never did it because I was depressed or anything. I just did it once to see what the hype was about and it eventually became difficult to stop. 

What I failed to realize was that that was only the beginning of my addictive personality. And only recently did I realize you can get addicted to people. 

 The man she misses

Circling back to my perfectly valid point from before I wish I never found out about anything. Like not even just SHIELD and my mom I mean it all. 

Hell, I’m willing to go as far back as Wade and his weird-ass ex-mercenary self. But mostly I mean the weird guns that can disintegrate people. 

This is one short butterfly effect but if I never found out about the guns I would’ve never tried to keep them as far away from my family and friends as possible and I would’ve never fucking caught on fire.

Also while we’re on the topic fuck Felicia how and why did she even have that flashdrive with all that shit about SHIELD on it and more importantly why did I ask to see it. 

I’m never taking anything from her ever again. 

It had been 19 hours since Peter brought up Thorn out of nowhere and I can’t sleep. 

Mostly because I can’t stop replaying the conversation in my head. 

I didn’t necessarily want to avoid him, I just didn’t want the topic to be brought up again. 

Unfortunately, I couldn’t avoid him for long because I left my bag at his house and I have some very important prescription drugs in there. 

I timidly knocked on the door smiling when May opened. 

“Hi.” She smiled. “Peter’s taking a shower right now you can wait on the couch.” She offered. Not only was she gorgeous she was super caring as well. 

I wish I had someone like that. I have plenty of parental figures, I just wish I had a permanent one that I got to see every day. 

“You know Peter’s really lucky to have you.” I turned towards her carefully as to not to move anything on the stove. I was helping her cook since she expressed she wasn’t very good at it. 

“You’re so sweet Y/N. I don’t know why you keep hanging out with Peter. He's not anywhere as nice as you.” She teased, only if she knew how wrong she was. 

“May where did you-“ Peter cut himself off as he realized I was there “Oh hey what are you doing here? Did we have something planned? I’m sorry I forgot.” 

“No, I just left something here.” 

I could very well protect myself but it was nice to have Peter walk with me. 

Normally, a 16-year-old wants to seem older than they are something about wanting to be perceived as an adult. For whatever reason that is.

 I went through my “I can’t wait to grow up phase” so I get to actually enjoy my life now. Well for the most part. 

There was a public park about a block away and I took it as a chance to win a competition Peter had probably already forgotten about. 

“Wanna rematch?” I asked pointing towards the swing set. 

He nodded and I ran over sitting down pushing off the ground immediately.

“That’s cheating,” Peter whined sitting down, making me smile.

“We never set any ground rules, nothing is cheating.” 

Soon the competition fizzled out into just regular swinging relatively quickly.

“Do you ever wish you would like, run away to a remote island?” I asked out of nowhere. 

“Yeah sometimes.” Peter sighed. “I think it’d be nice to get away from the city and everything in it for a while.” 

It’s that mindset that gets me. Humans are so fucking complicated we always want what we can’t have. Ask someone from a small town and they’ll say they wish to live in a city and vice versa. And I think that would be funny if it weren’t so sad. 

“We should run away together and be normal teenagers for a little bit.” 

“I’m definitely down.”

I can’t remember what time it was when we left the park but I know it was after 5 it was after 5 and I still hadn’t taken my antidepressants yet cause I got distracted.

Honestly, the idea of having to be on drugs the rest of my life to be happy is kinda terrifying, but hey what can I do about it. 

A yellow taxi was stuck behind a line of cars and normally I would’ve continued walking paying no mind to it but something seemed familiar. 

I tugged Peter’s hand to get him to stop and I hadn’t even realized I was holding it. He turned his head around a confused look in his eyes. I just motioned for him to follow me.

I knocked on the passenger window and it came rolling down. 

I was soon met with a familiar face. 

“Dopinder?” I asked. 

“Ah Y/N how are you?” He asked.

 “I’m good actually. What about you?” 

“I am doing very great, especially today. Geeta has lifted her restraining order on me.” 

“Aw, that’s great!”

I saw Peter awkwardly standing next to me as I leaned in to the window and decided to introduce them.

“Okay Peter this is Dopinder, Dopinder this is Peter,”

“Hello, nice to meet you,” Dopinder waved and Peter waved back. 

The cars ahead began to move again. 

“I have to go. I will tell Mr. Pool I saw you!” He called, rolling up the window as he drove away.

Well no I know Wade’s a fucking liar every time Dopinder picks him up it’s causes he’s looking to kill someone. Swore off murder my ass. 

“You know you’re the only person in my life who hasn’t left me yet,” I whispered as we continued to walk the long way back to my place. 

“I don’t plan on leaving,” Peter claimed.

“No one ever does.” 

I don’t know where any of that came from or why I suddenly wanted to cry, throw up and scream at the same time but I do know that Peter is going to realize how much better of a person he is than me. 

He’s going to realize he can’t fix me or whatever this weird rehabilitation thing he’s got going for himself is gonna fall through and he’s gonna leave. Just like everyone else. 

I know that sounds like something a fuckboy would say when you find out he was cheating and I guess it’s not that much different but I’d prefer for him to leave me now before I got too attached. 

“Do you think you’d rather have your friend make you hate them and leave or have to watch them die?” I asked there were very few people I felt comfortable saying how I truly felt around.

Peter had become one of those people. 

He stopped walking, turning his head to look at me and squinting his eyes. 

“Are you dying and like this is some twisted test to figure out if you should run off and die alone like a cat?” He questioned. “Because if so I wouldn’t want you to die alone but I wouldn’t enjoy you dying.” 

“I’m not dying.” I clarified “At least not that I know of.” 

“It was just a random question.” I shrugged. 

I hate people who blame their shitty actions on how they were raised but I’m about to do that real quick so just bear with me for a second. 

My dad is obviously a shitty person and so am I, must be genetic. Result of his shitty parenting bred all kinds of issues. One of them being not trusting humanity. 

Not that humanity deserves my trust but that doesn’t mean that some people don’t. Peter seems like one of those people you can trust but once my brain feels myself falling into total trust. I convince myself he’s now got a knife in my back and he’s just waiting for the opportunity to twist it. 

But I’m one to talk about who’s deserving of trust because I sure ain’t. 

The man that he longs to be 

“You know I used to be so jealous of you? I kinda still am.” I spoke loosely as it was so late and I had less control over my mouth when I was tired. 

“How so?” Peter spoke his voice was laced with sleep and I would’ve felt bad if I wasn’t so tired myself. 

“I don't know. I’m not saying you have a perfect life but it’s good enough. Like how you are with May, I want that.” 

There are so many things to be jealous of that I could spend hours listing them all.

“And you’re like a genius too.” All A’s and I don’t think he’s ever skipped a class and if he has it’d be for a good reason. “You’re a fucking superhero man. You just always have everything. You barely have money problems.”

“You also have real friends,” I added. 

“You have real friends.” He yawned.  

“Yeah, I do now.” I laughed. 

Freshman year and 7th grade had to be the worst years of my life. Harry and Olivia were the only people in my relative friend group that weren’t superficial stuck-up bitches. And honestly even Harry was pushing it back then. 

Saying anything about freshman year is a good way to get me ranting. This is why it wasn’t surprising that I had spent the past 30 minutes complaining. 

“Go to sleep, Parker.” I softly demanded as I noticed he was nodding off. 

I knew he wasn’t gonna hang up and I didn’t want him to. He looked adorable when he was sleepy, but not in a creepy way. 

“I’m not tired.” He yawned.

“Sure you aren’t.” I chuckled. “Go ahead. I don’t want you to lose sleep just to listen to me rant.” 

“You lose sleep over me.” He pointed out. ”When you stay up just so I can call you after patrol. Besides I don’t mind, I like listening to you.” 

I was in love with Peter Parker. 

I don’t know why I realized then of all moments but as much as I had tried to deny it before it was true.

I fall in love so easily, God it was embarrassing. 

Now, how can he have her heart

“So let me get this straight.” Harry looked at me “You like him and I know for a fact he likes you back and you’re avoiding him because you like him?”

“I’m not avoiding him and I don’t like him.” Denial the first stage of grief now I just have 6 more to go. 

“Sure you don’t, and he’s not with you right now which means someone’s avoiding someone.”

“We’re not together that often that means nothing.” 

“Well, him going out of his way to talk to me unprovoked which he never does. And asking me why you’re avoiding him means something.”

“Whatever man,” I grumbled. I came here for weed not to get interrogated. 

The worst part about living by myself isn’t the fact rent is due next week and I don’t have it. No, it’s the fact I no one to hide behind right now because I’m walking home and I do that alone.

Apparently living in Queens the epicenter of Spiderman sightings you’re gonna run into Spiderman at some point. 

Falling back into old habits I definitely wasn’t excited to see the masked face.

I quickened my steps and secretly prayed for some spontaneous bank robbery to send him in the other direction. 

“What’d I do?” He inquired, now walking next to me. 

“Nothing.” I crossed the street and he followed much to my dismay. 

“Why have you been avoiding me then?”

“I’m not,” I said. You know like a liar. 

“If I did something just tell me,” 

“You didn’t do anything.” I could feel myself getting mad even though I didn’t have the right. 

“Clearly someone did something just tell me what it is!” He begged. 

“Everything! I don’t fucking know you did everything!” There was no way I could possibly explain any of my thought processes so it’s better to be vague. 

“Can you give an example?” 

Back to my foolproof method of leaving people before they can leave you. Yeah, apparently it’s not so easy when the person you’re trying to stay away from is so fucking stubborn. 

“I really can’t talk right now, I have to get home but I’ll promise we’ll talk tomorrow. Okay?” I avoided eye contact because I knew if I looked at him I’d start sobbing. 

“Yeah.” He nodded to himself “Okay. Pinky promise?” 

I laughed at that. 

“Yeah, pinky promise.” I reached my hand out. 

I couldn’t get my keys out faster than the tears were falling. I was feeling so much of everything at once it was suffocating. 

I hadn’t had a meltdown in so long so I think this was overdue. 

I threw everything everywhere. Like I was a toddler throwing a tantrum because they didn’t know how else to express their emotions. 

The best part about crying is that delicious ass nap that comes after it. That headache though not fun. 

I promised Peter I would talk to him, and I’m a lot of terrible things but I am not a promise-breaker. 

After I hung out with my sisters and got their unwanted input I decided a public park is where I’d be less likely to create a scene

“I never formally apologized for you saving me in D.C. So that was this is me saying thank you I mean.”

“You’re welcome.” He spoke curtly.

I let out a long sigh.

“Look, I know I said we’d talk but I’m not very good at communication you’re gonna have to start this.” 

“Um… you could tell me why you’ve been avoiding me.” He prompted. That sentence could’ve very well been said with malicious intent and it wasn’t and that right there is what I’m mad about.

“You were right about you doing something. Well, it’s more of you not doing something actually.” I clarified. 

Peter looked into my eyes showing me I had his full attention and that he was waiting for me to continue. 

“It’s just that you never do anything wrong! Like I already said I was jealous of you I don’t know you make me feel bad about myself.” 

“I don’t mean to.” Peter turned his legs towards me on the bench. 

“I know you don’t cause you would never do anything bad intentionally.” 

“I would punch Flash intentionally.” He countered 

“Yeah, but you didn’t. You wouldn’t. You can’t say that to me I actually did!” I cried. 

“Tell me how to fix this. I wanna go back to normal.” 

“Yeah. You and me both.” 

When it got stole?

God, I had such a weird obsession with being normal. I don’t even know what normal is. Hell, I don’t think anyone does. 

Everyone’s so concerned with trying to be normal and fitting in that we don’t even notice anyone else around us. 

So what’s the point of trying to be anything other than yourself when no one is going to notice regardless. 

Maybe it’s not because of anyone or anything in particular maybe it’s the effort that counts. 

Like Miley Cyrus once said ‘Ain't about what's waiting on the other side. It's the climb’ so honestly who gives a fuck what you do if no one notices. 

So he tries to pacify her

“My dad’s a fucking asshole.” I said after a beat of silence “You’ve only interacted with him once and I’m sure you can agree but like…” I sighed again. I knew exactly what I wanted to say, the words just didn’t want to come out. “There’s no way you get a parent like that and come out unscathed you know? Like you’re gonna get fucked in the head somehow.” 

“I’m sorry I’m not trying to make excuses for my behavior or anything just wanna explain.” 

“It’s okay I understand.” He assured. 

“Of course you do.” I chuckled lightly before continuing “I guess after getting so used to everything being messed up you start messing up things on your own when they start to feel okay. Like after Rose and my mom died I just sorta realized it’s best to not get attached to things cause they’re just gonna leave.” 

“Yeah but you can’t-” Peter took in a deep breath “You can’t just not let things happen because they’re gonna end. Half of the time things are only good because they’re gonna end.” 

“Okay, Shakespeare,” I joked to cover up the fact that I was about to start crying. 

“I’m serious, Y/N. That’s got to be a miserable way to live.” 

And that did it. 

So much for not making a scene. Now I was looking like an idiot crying in the middle of a park.  

“I’m sorry.” I laughed, wiping tears from my eyes. 

“Don’t be.” He said, reaching wrapping his arms around me. 

I let him.

He let me cry as long as I needed to before he felt it was safe to talk again.

“You know I don’t have much money either right?” Peter asked, circling back to a point from a few days ago.

“Where do you get all that old technology stuff in your room from then?” I shot back. 

“The trash.” 

“So you’re a dumpster diver?” I asked genuinely intrigued. 

“It’s better than stealing.” 

“Isn’t it essentially the same thing?” I raised my eyebrow

'Cause what's inside her never die

Life is a weird game and I’m starting to think I’m not as good at playing it as I thought. Because I never thought I’d ever be opening up to someone like that ever. 

Hell, I never thought I’d be friends with Peter Parker so I guess I know less than I thought. 

So he tries to pacify her

“It’s not the same thing!” He defended. 

“Yeah, it is.” 

“If you take something from the trash then no one wanted it anymore.”

“If I steal something, I’m just taking something someone didn’t want before they knew they didn't want it.” I tried. 

He looked at me for a second before laughing. 

Once I started laughing it always took a second to stop. When I did Peter was staring at me intensely. At first, I could only stare back. Then the silence became too intense naturally, I made a joke to break the silence. 

“Keep looking at me like that and someones gonna think you’re checking me out, Parker.”

I’m not sure how I expected him to respond but how he did definitely wasn’t it. 

He crashed his lips against mine and pulled away before I had the chance to react. 

“Sorry, I just-” I cut him off with my lips.

He kissed me back and as I pulled back for air I whispered. 

“Hi.”

“Hi.” He whispered back. 

“Took you long enough to do that.” I laughed

“If you couldn't tell really really like you.” He rushed out.

“I really really like you too.” I said, “Still down to run away?”

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Sixth go-around at a Marathi film - I was seduced by words like "thriller" and "mystery" and "investigating a murder." And those are all technically correct - well, somewhat - and the majority of the movie is our detective (Nana Patekar) doing exactly that. But he's only really got 2 suspects, and he goes from 'accident' to 'suicide' to 'murder' (and only 'attempted' at that) and we take this weird, and very unethical, journey with him.

Detectivizing is fine, of course, but he definitely crosses the line multiple times - not in a physically violent way, mind you, but more of an emotional torture/blackmail sort of way. And yes, sure, eventually he explains why he did what he did - and as a result, the final bit of this movie turns into a very Bollywoody emotional family drama (like, a less frustrating - only because it's only the last few minutes of the movie - Baghban). I mean, if you think about it, the whole movie is him sorta pursuing that angle of things (you're a bad son, you're a bad daughter-in-law, your wife is guilty, your husband is guilty, if it's suicide you were the driving factor), and in the end, once all is revealed, it goes all-in on that. It's almost like Nana's 2 characters sorta start blending into one and, at the end, they do become one and the same.

I mean, maybe fitting for the culture and what appears to be a sudden change in views of family - partially, at least, driven by this generation waking up to the fact that the culture isn't exactly benign and caring about the youth always, frequently instead prioritizing the parent's social standing or 'what will others say' or 'we did this so you should to.' Not saying it's all right, and there's plenty of valid arguments I'm sure on both sides, but this movie definitely takes the approach of "the parents aren't wrong" ... and maybe, just maybe, pushes it a bit too far. His father does push it too far in arguing with daughter-in-law; she probably pushes it too far too, but clearly wants to defend herself; the son, caught in the middle, tries to play neutral but, in such situations, can their really be a neutral?

For a while there, it almost seemed like we were having an unfolding of a Badla (or, The Invisible Guest)-type story, but it slowly swerves away from that as the investigated crime because less of the 'primary focus' and more of the vehicle with which the family-talk will unfold.

And, for all the emotional blackmail (because, to some extent, that is what it is) laid on by the father, I think the best part of the movie is that - while, yes, there are some secrets between them and their is some doubt instilled by this detective - they always have each other's backs. He comes and accuses this guy's wife and, when he does for a brief bit believe it, he tries to figure out how to help her; when he is accused of the murder, she stands by his side completely - they both, even when the "evidence" points one way, refuse to believe that the other could have committed such a crime. They seem to understand each other and their buttons, so they can talk each other off the ledge (oops, a sorta pun). And, despite what words his father says, it doesn't actually cause a rift in their relationship, which is nice to see after growing up on Bollywood scripts that are the opposite.

The random secretive phone calls between her and their friend is a bit odd, but probably just something they needed to do to build some suspense in the movie - as it is a very, very "slow burn"-type movie with very little going on otherwise, and it helps, for a minute, convince you that maybe, just maybe she is involved. Of course, in the end, it isn't really explained why he's calling her and being like "don't tell him about this conversation" (and, apparently, he calls her multiple times, which is fine, but if they all end with "don't tell him," that's kinda odd), so I chalk that up to "we don't need this plot point anymore, so let's forget it happened."

Nana is excellent, if not a bit annoying as a person, in both roles. As the father, you don't fully understand his motivations for constantly trying to instigate his son against son's wife (well, I don't, at least - maybe I will if I'm ever in that position?). As the detective, well, he starts off and almost immediately starts lying about things - something that never stops - so he's not exactly likeable in that role either. But then, he's trying to investigate a crime - being likeable is not a requirement for that. Ethical yes, maybe, but likeable, no. Of course, he's not exactly completely their in the 'ethics' part of it either.

The movie is pretty excellent in terms of a 'slow burn' mystery that unfolds in front of you with an overly invested investigator that is, intentionally or not, creating a whole lot of family drama amongst the couple. The family bit at the end gives the movie a sort of 'moral,' very fairy tale-like, that is sorta slowly diffused throughout the whole movie - it's maybe a bit much, but I guess excusable given that it seems that that was the message of the movie anyways - the mystery was built around that, as opposed to the other way around.