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Billy Loomis x Fem!Reader Requested by Anon

Make a request Request: Anonymous asked: Can you do one of billy loomis with female reader instead of killing sydney he gets distracted by how obsessed he becomes with the reader and starts killing people that get in the way of their relationship. Thanks.

WARNINGS: MENTIONS OF MURDER, IMPLIED STALKING, IMPLIED KIDNAPPING, STABBING, MENTIONS OF BLOOD.

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Sydney heard your feet slamming on the concrete tiled floor before she saw you. Raising a hand to shield her eyes from the sun as she looked up at you, she could see that you were bursting to tell them something.

“What is it?” Tatum said as she leaned against Stu.

“The cops came! They were talking to Allen Fletcher during the last period. They think he did it. You know! The killings. Everyone is saying he did it!” You gushed out. Syd sighed and leaned back on her elbow, enjoying the sun. She didn’t want to hear about what had happened. Poor Casey and Steve. Stu and Billy glanced at each other and you saw Billy shaking his head, probably trying to dissuade Stu from making an inappropriate joke.

“Why would the cops think Allen Fletcher did it?” Tatum asked. You shrugged and glanced over at the doors where Allen was being led out by Tatum’s older brother.

“How should I know? Everyone is talking about it. I guess we’ll find out when Dewey tells you later.” You said as you glanced at Syd and Tatum then back at Allen, who glared at you when he saw you staring at him. Stu got up and leaned on your shoulder as you watched Allen. When Allen’s glare seemed to harden you jolted a little, feeling the unpleasant prickle of being watched. Stu laughed in your ear and pulled on your arm.

“Come one (Y/N). You keep staring at murderers, you're going to get yourself in some serious shit.” He said and laughed again as he sat back on the grass next to Tatum.

“Stu.” Billy said. You glanced at him. He wasn’t watching you or looking at anyone in the group. He was watching the cops putting Allen in the back of the police cruiser and fiddling with a blade of grass. His jaw tensed and untensed as he glanced at Stu again.

“What? There are plenty of movies where people get killed for looking at a guy wrong.” Stu said quickly and pulled a face at you.

“Rear window!” Randy said suddenly. He stood up and started to explain the movie's plot. You pulled a face and shook your head.

“Don’t tell me what happens.” You said quickly, cutting him off before he got too far in.

“It’s not bad.” Randy said quickly. You shook your head again and stepped closer to the group.

“No! That’s what you said last time you had a movie night and we watched that lady get stabbed so much. It was so gross. So much blood.” You complained. Tatum kicked at the air pretending to swing for Randy who held his hands up, laughing as he relented and finally stopped, sitting down again as Syd started scolding him, recalling having to have several sleepovers after you’d watched that movie with him. She’d lost a lot of sleep trying to convince you there wasn’t a shadowy figure outside.

“Well, there’s going to be a lot of blood when you get stabbed.” Stu said and grabbed you, pulling you down to sit on the grass next to him, legs over his lap. He made hand gestures as if spurts of blood were shooting everywhere. “We’re losing her!” He yelled. Several people walking past looked his way and gave him a disapproving look while Billy shook his head and rolled his eyes.

“Stop it! That’s really insensitive.” Syd scolded before Billy could speak. You looked at Stu and tried not to giggle which only made him snort out a laugh.

“Sorry, Syd.” He muttered, sounding almost sarcastic.

“I bet Allen did it.” You said when the group went quiet. “He looks like a killer.”

“Oh yeah? What do killers look like?” Billy asked and leaned over. You looked over at the police cruiser still parked in the school parking lot and shrugged.

“The eyes I guess? I don’t know! Some people just look like killers.” You said and shrugged. Billy and Stu looked at each other before laughing.

“That is so not true. Ok. It’s mean.” Syd muttered as she stood up.

“Come on (Y/N). Let’s get out of here before these two idiots rub off on you.” Tatum said as she stood up and pulled you up. Stu made a few rude jokes but stopped when Billy nudged him.

“We’ll catch up with you.” Billy called out. Tatum waved him off and hurried you along to catch up with Syd while Randy hesitated and decided he’d rather stick with your group than Billy and Stu.

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Everyone was on edge the next day. You went to the usual meeting place but found no one. Hurrying to find the group, you found some of them gathered in front of Tatum’s locker.

“You’re late… you know you may as well have not come in.” Tatum said. You frowned at her. She nodded her head up the hall to where Billy and Syd were talking.

“What happened?” You asked. Stu leaned down onto Tatum’s shoulder.

��Another attack. Syd thinks it was Billy.” Stu said quickly.

“They’re sending us home for the rest of the day.” Tatum said as she slammed her locker. You all waited for Billy and Syd to stop talking but Syd stormed off and Tatum hurried after her, leaving you alone with Stu who hurried up the corridor to talk with Billy.

“Hey!” You jumped at the sudden sound and then found yourself shoved back against the locker behind you. “Did you tell Prescott I was a killer?”

“What?” You said in surprise. Allen had come out of nowhere and grabbed at your shirt. Your back hurt from being slammed against the locker and he was staring down at you coldly, almost lifting you off the floor by your shirt.

“You heard me!” He yelled. If you hadn’t believed the rumours that he’d been the killer before. You were starting to consider them now.

“Why don’t you let (Y/N) go.” Billy said. You hadn’t noticed him or Stu hurrying back towards you. Billy stared at Allen who looked between him and Stu. Something about the way Billy looked at Allen seemed to make him incredibly uncomfortable and he let you go. Stu yanked you under his arm, shoving you between him and Billy.

“We both know you’re the killer. Even your little girlfriend thinks so.” Allen said. Billy scoffed and shook his head, stepping closer which seemed to make Allen shrink and back up a little.

“Get out of here before we have a problem.” Billy warned. His voice was low and the way he spoke made the hairs on the back of your neck prickle unpleasantly.

“Whatever you say, killer.” Allen said and stormed off. Stu turned to you and quickly looked around the corridor. A teacher stopped to check if you were ok. When you said that you were and that you were planning on going home, they hurried after Allen.

“Come on. We’ll get you home.” Stu said and glanced at Billy who was still staring the way Allen had retreated. Stu slapped at Billy’s chest with the back of his hand. “Hey! You good?” He asked in a way that made you think there was something more to what he was asking. Billy seemed to snap out of his thoughts and nodded, going quiet and Stu led the way out to the parking lot. You spotted Tatum looking for you and thanked the boys before hurrying over to tell her and Syd what had happened.

“Are you ok?” Syd asked as you crammed into Tatum’s car.

“Yeah. Just kind of creeped out. It was so weird and scary.” You said and they both hummed in agreement.

“Everything is weird and creepy right now.” Tatum explained. You looked curiously at them and Syd started to explain what she’d gone through the night before. By the time she had finished, Tatum pulled up outside your house and looked over at you. “You sure you want to go home? I bet you’d be able to stay at mine with me and Syd!”

“Nah. I’ll be ok. It’s not like I’m home alone. Besides, if it gets weirder I’ll call.” You promised. They waved as you got out and hurried down your driveway and let yourself into your house. As soon as you went inside you could hear your parents arguing. You snuck past them to your room, not wanting to be forced into taking sides again. They’d been arguing for weeks. Eventually, the arguing stopped. It was starting to get dark. You’d been watching a portable TV set that you’d saved up and got from Randy at the video store. There was the distinct sound of someone leaving, the door slamming and one of the cars pulling away. Going to see what had happened you walked out of your bedroom to find the living room and kitchen empty.

“They really left me alone! After everything that happened!” You complained. Going to grab the phone you paused as it rang suddenly. There was a thump at the side of the house and you were certain that you heard one of the windows sliding open. Grabbing at a metal candle stick that sat on the coffee table in the middle of your living room, you ignored the phone and slowly walked through the house. The bathroom, your bedroom and the spare room all had the windows shut and locked. Continuing to your parent's room, the last room left, you slowly opened the door. The window was wide open. Flicking on the light you looked around. The bedclothes swayed in the breeze that came through the window making you jump. The door to the closet in the corner of the room was cracked a little while the large closet with a sliding door built into the wall on the other side was closed all the way. You could see clothes strewn on the floor as if someone had left in a hurry. Slowly getting close to the window you leaned over and tried to see if there was any disturbance to the closer below. The door in the corner creaked and you turned quickly, almost dropping the candlestick. Turning while looking out the window, your head sticking past the windowsill allowed you to see a large boot print on the white trim of the window. In a panic you slammed the window shut and hurried out of the room, rushing to the phone. Before you could pick it up it started ringing. Your heart was pounding. It was pounding so hard that your head began to hurt. As soon as it stopped ringing you picked it up but before you could dial a number it rang again. Slamming it back into the cradle you panicked, hearing the sound of the sliding doors of the second closet clearly enough that fear made your mouth water and your body start to sweat. You spotted a tin of loose change on the side table by the front door and grabbed it. Yanking the door open you ran. Despite ragged breath and your body screaming at you to slow down you didn’t stop until you reached the nearest pay phone. Most of the money in the tin, spilled on the floor as your shaking hands tried to scoop it out and show it into the coin slot on the pay phone. The candlestick was still in your clammy hands as you waited for someone to pick it up.

“Hey?” Tatum said as she picked up the phone. Why had you phoned her and not the police? You thought to yourself.

“Killer! My house! Help!” You wheezed out. Tatum screamed out to her brother and he quickly took the phone. You could hear the fumbling.

“You’re sure?” He asked. You could hear Tatum filling him in and yelling at him for not sending help right away even though he’d taken the phone from her.

“Yes. Please help.” You said quietly. Dewey handed the phone back to Tatum who talked to you while Dewey spoke quickly in the background.

“Ok. There are cops on the way! Dewey’s just left. Stay on the phone with me ok?” Tatum asked. Something in the distance caught your eye and you squished yourself down as small as the phone cord on the payphone would let you.

“I’m really scared.” You admitted quietly. She continued talking to you until Dewey pulled up at the phone booth and hurried you to his car. He drove you the rest of the way up to your house where you found a huge number of police hurrying around. One of them was holding a mask that looked familiar.

“(Y/N)?” One of them asked the boss you thought from the way Dewey straightened up and tried to look serious. You nodded. “We talked to your dad and he said that this might be yours. Is it?” He held up the mask and you swallowed. It was the same kind of mask Syd had described.

“No sir.” You answered quietly. He looked at you for a moment and then nodded as if he believed you.

“We’re going to have to look around a little more. You might want to find somewhere else to stay for the night.” He said before walking off. Tatum pulled up at that exact moment with Syd flinging herself out of the car and hurting over to you.

“Are you ok?” You both asked as they hugged you.

“I’m ok.” You said quietly.

“Tatum. Take (Y/N) back home with you. I’ll try and find her parents.” Dewey said quietly. Syd sat in the back with you as Tatum drove home. You slowly filled them in on what happened.

“Fuck. That must have been so scary!” Tatum gasped out.

“We’re glad you’re ok.” Syd said and smiled at you. You tried to smile back but found it rather hard. You were grateful to slump down on Tatum’s spare bed. You were asleep fairly quickly. Syd untied your shoes and moved you fully onto the bed while Tatum found you a blanket. They stayed up most of the night talking about what was happening.

You went home the next day. Your dad showed up, complaining about the cops being all over his house. He didn’t bother telling you that he and your mum had broken up that same night until you got home and asked him where she was.

Deciding that it was all too much you went to your room. For a few weeks, nothing terribly eventful happened. There were a few more killings. Your mum moved out for good and you started to think you were going crazy. There was a smell in your room that was familiar but didn’t belong in your room. Almost like a perfume or a cologne that you couldn’t place. Furthermore, things seemed to move around your room, clothes went missing and sometimes you couldn’t remember if you’d left your window open or shut it. You only opened it during the day because of the heat. Dewey said it was normal, due to your hypervigilance that you were getting mixed up. You weren’t so sure. At one point during the night, you’d rolled over and thought you’d caught sight of someone kneeling at the side of your bed watching you sleep. You had hurried to turn your bedside light on but found that there was no one there and decided it was probably just the position of your chair in the corner of the room.

“I just feel super jumpy.” You explained to Syd and Tatum. You were gathered in the new section of the video store.

“I am too. You’re going to be.” Syd comforted while Tatum nodded and agreed. You saw Syd glance across the store and saw Stu and Billy looking over at you both.

“You still think it could be him, Syd?” Tatum asked. She shrugged and continued talking. You were distracted by the unpleasant prickling feeling of being watched. Turning round the corner to the next aisle you found Allen at the other end. You hurried back to join the girls and insisted that you leave.

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Allen started to follow the three of you when Billy grabbed his shoulder. “Where do you think you’re going?”

“Why? Couldn’t get your fix the other day? Can't stand the competition?” Allen asked smugly. Billy stared at him in a way that made Allen shift nervously and back up, only to find Stu trapping him between the two of them and a row of shelves on either side.

“Watch your mouth.” Billy said slowly.

“Scared they’ll know what you are? That I’ll blow your cover?” Allen snapped and smiled. Billy laughed a little, Stu mimicked the sound as if echoing Billy.

“No. Just annoyed that you think you can take what’s mine.” Billy said coldly. He made Allen jerk back and slammed his back into Stu’s chest, making Stu grunt and complain, as Billy’s hand dug into Allen’s pocket. He pulled out a lump of fabric. When the last few customers knew them headed to the till Billy dangled the fabric from his fingers. A pair of your underwear. “You want to watch from a distance, take pictures from the window, that's fine. But you don’t come inside. We are the only ones that go inside.”

“You can’t stop me. I have pictures of you creeping around (Y/N)’s room that I know the cops would like.” Allen said confidently.

“Oh yeah, Fletcher! We have pictures too.” Stu said. He pulled a small polaroid from his back pocket and held it over Allen’s shoulder so that all three of them could see it.

“I think the cops would be more interested in knowing why you have a shed with that big padlock on it. Why would you need a bathroom and a bed with ropes and handcuffs in a shed?” Billy asked and glared at Allen who swallowed nervously.

“You just want to play with (Y/N). To snuff her out. I want to keep her forever!” Allen whispered. Stu let out a loud laugh and Billy showed the underwear in his pocket.

“Stay away or we snitch on your love nest in the woods.” Billy warned. He and Stu left Allen nervously standing in the horror section as they left.

“You don’t think he’ll say anything do you?” Stu asked Billy as they headed out into the street. After the murder at the school, cops were everywhere. He tried not to think about it as he paused and turned to Stu. “I mean… he said he has pictures of you. Is it really worth it? Changing your plan to go after (Y/N). We tried once already and she got away. Why don’t we go back to the original plan?”

“Tatum said that (Y/N)’s parents are both away until Monday. They’re splitting up over some woman. She’s spending the weekend with Tatum. So we have tonight to deal with (Y/N). You just have to keep Tatum distracted until we can deal with Syd.” Billy said quietly as he looked around to make sure that no one heard him. Stu looked uncertain for a moment and then nodded.

“Sure. Sounds like a plan.” Stu said and grinned.

They made new plans and managed to sneak up to your house without being spotted. Your parents were the only ones home and they were arguing loudly enough that Billy was able to use one of the knives they had with them to loosen the lock on your bedroom window. He opened it just a crack so he could let himself in later. Trying to loosen the lock in the dark had proven frustratingly difficult. They found a place to stow some supplies and then headed down to Billy’s car. The rest of the day passed by slowly. It made Billy irritable.

“Why don’t we try and find those pictures Fletcher said he had?” Stu offered. Billy sighed and then shrugged.

“I guess we don’t have anything to do until (Y/N)’s parents leave.” He muttered. The two of them headed to Allen’s house and parked in an off-road. They slowly picked their way down a dirt path through woods that backed up onto the shed they’d found days before. It was locked with a padlock and a short walk from Allen’s house. They stopped before they got too close and tried to see if there was anyone home. An older lady was cooking in the kitchen. She passed by the window every now and then. They moved closer and rounded the corner of the house. A man, who looked a couple of years older than her, was watching tv in a living room that they passed. The window to a bedroom that they assumed was Allen’s was shut and they couldn’t get it open. But there was a window open next to it. It led to a bathroom making it difficult to quietly climb in.

“Ok. We get into the room, find the pictures and then take the ones with me in them. We should be able to get out through the window in there. As long as we don’t make any noise we should be fine.” Billy muttered quietly as Stu managed to drop down through the window after him.

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You found it hard to get to sleep at first. You’d checked the house several times to see if it was still locked up. Your dad had left to spend the night with his new girlfriend. Your mum had gone out of town that morning. You’d finally had enough of them fighting with each other and yelled at them for leaving you alone when someone had tried to break into your house weeks before. They’d only coughed up another twenty in cash and told you to be careful.

There was a high squeaking noise that woke you. It sounded like one of the windows was opening. You froze in your bed and listened carefully, hoping that it was nothing. But there was more movement and you got up. Carefully you opened your door and stepped out to the corridor. You crept into the living room and hopped to make it to the kitchen where the phone was hung in the cradle on the wall. There was the distinct sound of footsteps which made you panic and look around in the dark, trying to see where it was coming from. You screamed when a figure lurched out of the dark of the kitchen and charged at you. Magangind to grab an armchair and fling it in the way you bought yourself enough time to run back to your room and slam the door shut. You pressed your back against it as you reached for the light switch. Turning when the door started to rattle you didn’t see Billy pulling the door open.

Billy glanced back at Stu who lifted his mask off and looked at Billy who motioned for him to stay quiet. “Go scare him off.” Billy whispered. He yanked the Ghostface mask off and tossed it along with the robes to Stu who hurried to hide them and ran round to the kitchen window.

“Hey!” Billy whispered. You turned and looked at him with a fear in your eyes that sent a sick thrill through Billy. He had to remind himself to look nervous.

“W-what are you doing here?” You asked. Billy paused for just a moment and his face darkened and then he stepped closer and smiled a little.

“Stu and I were getting some cheap beers at the corner store down the road. We heard a scream and remembered that Tatum said you were out here alone tonight. Luckily we did. We almost went straight home, thought it was an animal or something.” As Billy spoke he leaned his weight on the door to help keep it from opening. There was a loud crash and a scuffling.

“Where’s Stu?” You asked suddenly. Billy looked down at you and looked at the window.

“He urm. Went to get help.” Billy said stiffly. The house went quiet again and you looked out the window. He glanced at it and moved away from you.

“I’ll go and see if the coast is clear.” Billy offered and moved you away from the door. You stared at him, terrified that whoever had run at you would knock down Billy and get you. He stepped out into the hall and looked around. He couldn't see anyone but it was quiet and no one else had gotten into the room with you so he assumed everything was fine.

“They’ve gone. Must have heard me saying that Stu went for help and got scared.” Billy shut the door behind him and you looked relieved. He walked around you in a circle, watching you closely. You seemed to be entirely relaxed even being alone with him. It was strange, the way that you had no problem being near him but Syd’s skin would crawl. She didn’t want to be anywhere near him. It fascinated him. You really had no idea about what he wanted to do to you. He reached down to the knife holstered to his leg and went to pull it out when you suddenly ran at him. He panicked for a moment until he felt your arms crush around him tightly as you hugged him, face pressed against his shoulder. He inhaled your soft smell. The urge to sink the blade in his hand into your side screamed through his head. But you made pathetic soft noises and he found himself letting the knife drop to the floor with two quiet thunks as the blade and then the handle hit the floor. His arms moved around you, his hand resting at the back of your neck as you leaned in more. He stared across the room, seeing himself in a small mirror on your bedside table. Staring at himself he realised he couldn’t do it. He couldn’t kill you. At least not right now. You needed him. That meant that you would leave him. He liked the idea of that. You. Not being able to leave.

“Billy? You get it… done?” Stu said as he hurried in. Billy squeezed you tighter so you wouldn’t turn and see Stu in his Ghostface costume. Stu pulled his mask off and gave Billy a look.

“Did you find that help we needed?” Billy asked. Stu stared at him for a moment and sighed.

“I couldn’t get anyone to help us but I… chased off whoever broke in. I’ll go and check if the phones working now.” Stu said slowly. Billy raised his eyebrows and gave a small nod. Stu hurried out and Billy loosened his grip. You stepped back and sighed. Then you turned away and dropped onto your bed. He took the opportunity to grab at the knife on the floor and hide it in the holster. He was going to sit and talk to you but Stu shouted for help. Billy said to stay where you were but there was such a loud commotion outside that you couldn’t help but go and see what was happening. Maybe you could help if the attacker came back. Maybe you could make a break for it. You stopped as you watched Billy and Stu trying to shove Allen Fletcher into the boot of Billy’s car.

“What the fuck!” You gasped. They both turned. Billy looked annoyed while Stu looked surprised but tried to play it off. You glanced down at Billy’s leg. His trousers had ridden up a little and caught on his boot. You could see the knife strapped to his leg. Stu moved his left leg so you couldn’t see it. But that drew your attention to the ghost face masks on the floor next to the car.

“No.” Billy said firmly as you panicked and then bolted. You could hear him running after you as you darted into the dark woods. It was darker when you got further in and you had to slow down a little to find your way. Even though you knew the woods well enough you found it hard without any landmarks being visible. Billy suddenly lurched out of the dark, knocking you down. Your head smacked against a tree as you both went down. Your vision swam. You lost your bearings, and falling to the floor felt almost as if you were rolling. Then Billy was on top of you, his weight holding you down as he brandished the knife in his hand. Realising you couldn’t get away again you froze up.

Billy tutted and moved your head inspecting the wound on it. “Look what you did. Now you’re hurt. That’s why you shouldn’t run away.” His voice became deeper as he looked down at you, even in the dim light you could see the cold look in his eyes. “You get hurt when you try and leave me.”

“You. You killed Allen.” You said quietly. Billy looked at you as if he found it rather funny that you were so scared.

“No. We just… helped him decide to leave you alone.” Billy said slowly. You stared up at him helplessly as your head burned with pain. You yelped when he was suddenly up on his feet and started dragging you along after him, his hand twisted in your shirt. Your feet skidded along the dirt as he pulled you along. Stu joined the two of you, pulling something behind him, Allan you assumed. They muttered to each other, stopping at a shed. He shoved you towards Stu who kept a hold of you with one arm. Billy fumbled around in the grass around the shed until he found a rock and broke the lock off. He yanked the door open and shoved Allen inside. He grunted and moved around as Billy found the light and pulled the cord. You took in the room. There was a small sink and camping stove on a table. A bed in the corner and in the middle of the room was a series of chains sunk into the concrete floor. You looked up at Stu with panic and found that he was watching Billy intently.

“You have… a creepy dungeon?” You asked quietly. You honestly didn’t want an answer but really hadn’t been able to stop yourself from talking.

“No! No. He had a creepy dungeon. This is where you were going to be kept like a dog. I saved you!” Billy said. His voice was drawn out, gravelled and unkind. It made you shiver unpleasantly. Allen started to say something and Billy’s face stiffened. You jumped as he turned suddenly and crossed the room with just a few strides. He stabbed Allen several times in the stomach and then sighed and turned back to you. He sighed as if Allen speaking up had frustrated him and jabbed the knife in the air towards you. “I saved you and now you owe me (Y/N). You’re going to do what I want from now on. Understand?” He walked closer and closer until he was close enough that you had to flinch backwards towards Stu to avoid the tip of the knife in Billy’s hand from picking your skin. You nodded and Billy’s eyes flashed with an angry look.

“Y-Yes. I understand.” You said quietly. He smiled at that and nodded. Then he looked at Stu who giggled in a way that made you even more uncomfortable. “Happy? Now we can finish our plans.”

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esotericswiftie · 2 years ago

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1. for her, fiona apple / 2. vulture: ‘the story behind every track on fetch the bolt cutters,’ as told to rachel handler by fiona apple / 3. lolita (1997), dir. adrian lyne / 4, 15. metamorphoses, ovid / 5, 9, 13, 17, 20. nightingale: a gloss, paisley rekdal / 6, 18. caged bird, maya angelou / 7. okayplayer: ‘from maya angelou to shameika: the importance of two black women in fiona apple’s work,’ sydney gore / 8, 19. ‘maya angelou, legendary poet and civil rights activist who had disability, inspires generations,’ tameir yeheyes for respectability / 10. time magazine: person of the year 2017 cover — the silence breakers / 11. time magazine: ‘“i was angry.” taylor swift on what powered her sexual assault testimony,’ as told to eliana dockterman by taylor swift / 12. all too well (ten minute version) (mv), taylor swift / 14. it happened quiet, aurora / 16. the threatened swan (1650), jan asseljin

i ponder over the power of the written word so often that i think i tend to forget about the power of the spoken word. there is a certain weight and gravity to the spoken word that the written word lacks. the spoken word is concrete, intimidating in its simplicity, and final. sometimes i wonder how many times i could have awoken myself from a spell of depression by simply looking at myself in the mirror and saying out loud: “you are killing yourself.” to say something out loud is to make it real, and when it is real, everyone must face it.

but what about when one can’t speak? what about when one has had their voice taken from them? i’d argue that one can speak through other mediums besides just human voice. philomela weaving the tapestry after tereus cuts out her tongue. lavinia writing with a stick in her mouth after losing her tongue and arms. the caged bird singing. the refusal to mince words, to do anything besides calling it what it was. writing about it. putting it in the lyrics of a song. whistling back. communication of any type is in itself an act of defiance in a world that wants nothing more than to silence you.

side note: this is a web weave i’ve been wanting to make for a while. the subject matter is very heavy and the thread itself is outrageously long, so apologies for that, but this is just something i felt like i had to make. i saw the interwoven threads so clearly in my mind, and i had to lay them all out together. so if anyone sees this, i hope you get as much impact from reading it as i did from making it. <3

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mallorylambart · 2 months ago

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my dol pc and sydney!

plus a relationship chart because why not

(none of these are concretely how i think they look, it's just a first draw....i can't even decide how i want to draw sydney's bangs orz)

i am constantly surprised at how much this game has my brain by the reins, but boy howdy, is it definitely my current hyperfixation

pc facts under the cut if you're interested in that

pc and robin have constantly been mistaken for siblings as long as they've known each other (she had the same hair color as him before starting to dye it)

pc has never met black wolf or eden

pc only knows great hawk as "this giant bird that chased me in the moor this one time"

when it comes to whitney, pc dislikes him but also agrees with sydney on the whole "you never know what people are going through" thing. she absolutely believes he hates her, though, due to the extent of his bullying; she doesn't figure out that he actually likes her until speaking to him after saving him at his dismissal event.

pc took the necklace. she did not have any clue what she was getting into, and now blood moons are the most stressful times for her. (generally, she tries to spend them in the meadow near alex's farm.) she feels a lot of remorse for taking it after encountering ivory wraith, so she assists them whenever there's pink mist at the compound.

pc and sydney did the rite of promise

pc is an initiate at the temple; initially she joined because she thought it would provide some relief from her current life situation, but over time she's grown leery of the temple and their hangups on purity while doing...whatever they're doing behind the scenes. she continues to work at the temple for the monthly allowance and for sydney, and doesn't trust jordan.

pc works with landry often, and considers them one of the only people she trusts outside of robin and sydney

pc only hates one person and their name is bailey

pc in winter school clothes with backpack bonus

#chibi #degrees of lewdity #dol #dol sydney #dol pc #degrees of lewdity sydney #degrees of lewdity pc #sydney the faithful #oc posting

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ambeauty · 1 year ago

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Ok so for my next SydCarmy fic.. I really felt the need to put them in a precarious situation 👀 Preview under the cut for what I’m calling

“Sydney, Baby, Use Your Head”

Her braids flopped over her shoulders as her body wretched for the last time. The last remains of the few bites of family she managed on the concrete on the side of the dumpster when she felt a warm hand on her back. It was familiar. Instead of freezing up which was her usual response to most physical touch, she relaxed into him. His hand rubbed soothing circles up her back and smoothed her braids behind her as she choked up the last of it.

“Finished?” His soft voice ensuring she was done melted through her consciousness.

“Yeah, yeah I think so.” She goes to lift her arm to her mouth before he stops her.

“Don’t you dare use that sleeve. Here.” Ever protective of his investment, he hands her a towel and a carton of water which she swishes around before spitting it out next to her. “You haven’t gotten sick in a while. You okay?” Carmy’s eyes raise suspiciously, daring her to lie to him again.

“I mean I think so. Something just didn’t sit right with me today. I’ll be good.”

“Good. Wanna stay over tonight?” He looks up at her earnestly, hand on his chin as he waits for her to answer.

“Good to know me hacking up my guts turns you on.” She smiles at him before laughing in his face.

“Shut the fuck up. I just want to make sure you’re straight.” He pulls her in by her shoulder before walking them back into the kitchen for clean up. She pulls out her phone checking her calendar. There’s a red dot where today is indicating that her period was supposed to start. But it hadn’t. So she was in the clear for whatever their night held.

This added benefit to their relationship started six months ago. They were working at the apartment on some new heat for their early spring menu. Their movements around the kitchen fluid like water. Carmy working in his signature fitted white tee, his muscles rippled from his biceps more than normally as he opened a jar for Sydney. She was in a tank top, braids gathered in a bun at the top of her head. His eyes trailed the sheen of sweat building on the smooth skin of her lithe neck and down the front of her décolletage. It wasn’t supposed to be sexy. She wasn’t trying to seduce. And he wasn’t either, but his big earnest ocean eyes, framed with long light brown lashes and his curly dirty blonde hair, weren’t helping his case.

“Why you staring at me?” Sydney looks up at him, brown eyes full of wonder, as he pulls her from the flour she was mixing.

“Why you staring at me?” He replied skin at the base of his neck immediately flushing with embarrassment at being caught by her.

“Nuh uh. I asked you first Carm. What’s up? Do I have something on my face?”

“No Syd. Not at all. Remember what I said about caring about everything more than anything.”

“Yeah of course. We’re getting that star.” She winked as she reached up to grab something else from his cabinets, her top rising up exposing the soft expanse of brown skin.

“But never more than you care about yourself. Are you taking care of yourself Syd?” His voice dangerously low as he wiggled his nose suspiciously.

“I mean the best I can. I’m with you all the time. What do you think?”

“That’s kind of the problem. If you’re with me all of the time, then how would I know that all your needs are being met?”

She raised her eyebrows at him and then shook her head. “All the needs that I need to be met are met. The only thing that I need that hasn’t been met is getting that star. So focus and get me the star Carm.” She handed him a spoon of what she had been mixing and as he picked it up their fingers brushed. She ignored the jolt of electricity that was creeping through her forearm and heading south.

“If there’s other needs I can meet. I’d be willing to.” He says mouth full, nodding his head in approval.

“You are very fucking casual about this Carm.” She chuckles nervously. She looks at him and he’s not smiling just staring at her, with the look he had been giving her throughout the day. “So you’re deadass?” Now was her time to blush as her hand nervously went up to touch her neck.

“Umm yeah. It could be easy. We both have needs and we’re with each other all the time.”

“I thought you were a fucking psycho chef that didn’t have needs.” She poked at him using his own brand of self deprecation.

“Well if you weren’t so pretty, it might be easier to ignore them. But I can’t help nature, Sydney. And I know you can’t either. I know how you look at me too.”

#this fic is very very very #platonic and messy #charged and sexy #sydcarmy fic #coming soon #sneak peek #OTR fans look away #sydcarmy #syd x Carmy

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questionable-chnt-hc · 7 months ago

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(really random HC but it's just for my design of him)

Sydney probably fell down concrete steps as a kid, he didn't suffer any bad injuries, just some scratches and bruises, but he DID cut his lip and there's just a permanent scar now

any campers that ask about it, he always tells them a much more brave and imaginative story (it's different every time, usually depending on the camper's age, so like if it was a younger camper he'd say he fought a dragon or something, and if it was an older camper he'd say he got into a scrap when he was their age)

Honestly if Sydney told me he fought a dragon I’d believe him

#camp here and there #ch&t #chnt #sydney sargent

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https-harlow · 5 months ago

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He Loves Me Not, He Loves Me

Thank you so much to @swiftly-harlow for giving this idea to me and supporting me as I’m writing! I dont know when I’m going to start posting this, but enjoy the sneak peak!

Tw: physical and emotional abuse

"How many times has he told you he doesn't love you?"

Sydney and I sat on her bed facing one another as the question slipped past her lips.

"He loves me, he tells me all the time,” I could feel the lump in my throat forming as I answered.

Silence suffocated and filled the room. I knew. I knew he didn't love me, but something about his toxicity kept me hooked. He was bad for me, but something about him kept me coming back.

"Do you love him?"

"Yes,” I said, but there was a hint of caution in my voice, of course I loved him, how could I not. As much as I loved him, I knew he wasn’t good for me. You could put a gun to my head and I’d never admit it though.

Caleb Abbott was something out of this world. Some days he loved me, and some days he didn’t. Yet the merry-go-round made me stay — It was like a drug.

I quickly switched the subject, “I’m hungry, what do you want to eat?”

Sydney rolled her eyes, “Lottie…”

“Sydney…” I mimicked. “Can you please just drop it?”

“Lottie, you came to my house with bruises on your arms, and tears streaming down your face. Why won’t you admit he’s bad for you?”

I sighed, knowing she was right. I was stuck, yet I wanted to stay. He was bad for me, really bad for me. But I feared that If I let him go, there wouldn’t be a single soul left to love me.

Tears threatened my eyes as Sydney looked at me. I needed a way to break the cycle. Nothing was getting better, I needed a change.

***

I sat on the curb with a blanket over my shoulders as the red and blue lights reflected off my neighbors windows. The ENT shined a bright light in my eyes as they ran a small cognitive exam.

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Yeah. I’m fine,” I lied. I was utterly traumatized.

I heard someone scream my name as my eyes looked up from the concrete beneath me.

“Lottie! Oh my gosh!”

Hannah’s arms wrapped around me as I winced from the slight pain. I could tell from the look in her eyes that she wanted to kill him. She was angry, yet wanted to make sure I was okay first.

“That mother fucking piece of shitty ass, I swear to God if I ever see him again, I’m going to-“

I shuddered at the memories from hours before as Hannah went on a rant of how terrible my boyfriend is.

“Caleb? Are you home?” I called out as I entered our quiet home.

It reeked of alcohol. Broken bottles and wrappers were discarded around the living room.

Silence.

“Caleb Alexander Abbott?!”

No answer. Again.

“Caleb, I know you're here,” I called out, walking around the corner and into the kitchen. I found Caleb leaning against the dining room table. Another broken alcohol bottle that had fallen off the counter, leaving a puddle of cheap vodka behind.

“Where the fuck did you go?” Caleb asked, his voice carried no emotion, which was enough to send chills down my spine.

“I went to hang out with some friends, I told you that before I left.” I said, a lump already forming in my throat.

“I don’t fucking remember you telling me that,” Caleb slurred. “If you want to go be with your friends instead of me, then go stay with them and get the fuck out.”

“No- that's not- I want to be with you, I’m not going to hang out with them now, I want to be with you. Let’s just go to bed.”

“I said, get the fuck out,” Caleb repeated himself, raising his voice when I didn’t leave. I flinched as Caleb reached for the closest thing to him and threw it in my direction. The glass cup shattering as it hit the wall, a couple of the shards cutting into my skin. Caleb rushed across the room, grabbing my arm so tightly, I knew it would leave a bruise. I tried to pull away from his grasp as he tried to pull me towards the door.

From there it was a blur, each cut and bruise holding a memory that I wouldn’t, or didn’t want to remember. Our neighbors called the cops, like they had in the past. The cops coming to break up the abuse, I couldn’t even call it a fight because I didn’t have the strength mentally or physically to fight back.

#original character #original story

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concrete-cutting-sydney · 18 days ago

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mariaawilliams · 3 months ago

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squish36-writes-and-draws · 6 days ago

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4 November: Unraveling

Word count: 546

General Taglist (lmk if you want to be added/removed!): @stellar-lune @faggot-friday @kamikothe1and0nly @nyxpixels @florida-preposterously @poppinspop @uni-seahorse-572 @solreefs @corruption-exe @rusted-phone-calls @when-wax-wings-melt @good-old-fashioned-lover-boy7 @dexter-dizzknees @abubble125 @hi-imgrapes @callum-hunt-is-bisexual @callas-pancake-tree @hi-my-name-is-awesome @katniss-elizabeth-chase @sillyguy-supreme @void-kill @thefoxysnake

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TW: Swearing, allusion to a literary suicide. It is in a /j way but I want to be careful.

On Ao3 or below the cut!

Previous / Next

Keefe Sencen's Journal

Apparently I’m in a city named Sydney unless my new chess-playing friend is a lying liar who tells lies. I have no concrete reason to believe that, but I still haven’t gotten her name yet. I think she’s taking it as a personal challenge to tell me literally everything else about her life before that, which I respect on a spiritual level.

She also, for all intents and purposes, had literally nothing better to do, which is good for me because I don’t either and I was starting to get bored enough that I was going to try to find a library. Yeah, sure, I had valiant hopes of learning about where I am and how human history and culture work but let’s be fucking for real, I was close to pulling out my eyelashes like the Mysterous Miss F just to have some entertainment. I should probably write something for the Mysterious Miss Chess Player to explain why I am constantly loitering in that park and why I haven’t said anything and why I keep staring at that little crease between her brows.

It’s nothing, I swear. It’s just that when she concentrates too hard on a problem, she gets the same crease between her brows that Foster does. I’m not saying that I’ve abandoned all hope, but, to be realistic, I’m never going back there, so what’s the real harm in, if not moving on, liking someone else? Stars, I don’t even know the boundaries of my own feelings anymore, but the pounding of my heart and the fact I’ve dropped this pen twice seems to be a decent indicator of the fact that I’m in the trenches of the eternal horror that is having a crush. I don’t really know how to process it. I’ve been so focussed on Foster for so long that I’ve forgotten what these first few stages are like. If I’m unlucky, I’ll be drawing hearts in the margins tomorrow and be Romeo and Julieting myself off a cliff by the weekend.

And if it doesn’t work out, I’ll just let RNGsus take the wheel again and spin that pathfinder so I don’t have to deal with the consequences of my actions. I’ve got eternity ahead of me and at least a hundred possible destinations so I’m allowed to fuck up a few times as a treat.

The other major theme of the day is that between the air pollution and the sheer volume of emotions crashing through me at any given moment, slight movements are starting to make me dizzy, and I don’t like what that implies for the fate of my empathy. I can’t wait for this stupid command ability to be gone so I can actually have a conversation, but until then, it seems as though I’m going to be a fucking mess. So exactly what everyone expected, just with a couple extra steps to make it interesting.

My food stash is also starting to run low, so that’s going to be something I’ll want to deal with soon. It’s probably time to start planning my master plan of bank heistery. Nah, but like, for real I’ll probably just draw some shitty pictures and hope for the best. I should probably get to doing that actually.

#kotlc #kotlc keefe #keefe sencen #kotlc fanfic #character: keefe #series: unraveling

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whatiswhump · 2 years ago

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Silas Sevieller

I have probably posted snippets of this before. But now doing it in one fell swoop.

CW: Mention of past child death, psychiatric whump, needles, manhandling, possessive whumper.

A grin flickered across his smug face, begging the question, how was he enjoying this?

Sydney adjusted the grip on his gun, no less determined but certainly unnerved by the psychopath.

“What’s the matter Syd? Had enough?”

“Just give up, back up is almost here. You’ve done enough.”

There was that smile again, “Ohhhh, enough? I was only getting started before you interrupted me.” The young man, lackadaisically threw a knife so that the simple flick of his wrist sent it hurtling towards Sydney.

If Sydney were any slower he would be on the concrete with a serrated dagger in his forehead.

“Jesus, Silas, what gets you off?” This was the end game, now Sydney just needed to distract. Silas Sevieller had narrowly escaped already four times this year and it was only March. He had made it to the top of nearly every list.

Silas betrayed no emotion to the question, he also knew Sydney’s game… yet it seemed he was interested in playing, “If that's the most interesting question you have to distract me than I've underestimated you. I'm dissap-"

Suddenly the room was flooded with noise, there was yelling from every direction. Black armored figures trained rifles all on one target.

The target only grinned a toothy grin and kneeled with his hands behind his head, he knew the drill.

Sydney narrowed his eyes at the young man, where was the fear behind that vicious facade? Irritatingly, he saw no spark or inkling of anything resembling fear. So he looked at the men holding him and gruffly ordered, “Go ahead, get him out of here.”

The first time he caught him it was out of brute force, Silas fought the fight but Silas won. Silas had never been much for physical prowess. As a child he would orchestrate the fights in the orphanage yard rather than engage in them.

The second time Silas escaped, Sydney caught him by wits. He realized Silas was so delighted by- so caught up in the game, that he could be lured in more easily than someone of his intellect would expect. Silas wasn’t entirely surprised this time, he had seen the signs, the telltale queues but Sydney was right, he was having too much fun. In the moment he couldn’t help himself. And anyway he had slipped out of their prison once, what would stop him from doing it again? Surely not the imbeciles that ran it.

But those same imbeciles weren’t very pleased with him when he was dragged back in chains. They cut his rations and put him in solitary. Guards started looking for excuses to force him back into place. The blood spilt hardly deterred Silas at first. And anyway he had spent most of his life alone, he appreciated the time to think and formulate. Being alone was comfort, not being forced to rely on someone else, being alone was safe. He could trust himself and no one else, he had known this for a very long time. So solitary suited him just fine.

But the third time it wasn’t so easy, he had become ragged and thinner, more desperate with every bruise until at last he stole away in the night, leaving chaos in his wake. Sydney had caught up to him a few weeks later… on that awful day. Almost the whole city block was levelled, Silas hadn’t wanted that. God, that was the last thing he wanted. Sydney found Silas standing alone in the wreckage, horrified.

“Silas, it’s done. You’ve done enough.” Silas rested a hand on his hip, poised over his weapon.

Silas whipped around, instantly disguising his lost expression into a coy smile, “Sydney! I missed you! You never came to visit.”

Silas couldn’t help but smirk, “Yeah well I knew they were taking pretty good care of you there, they held onto you for over a year this time!”

“Did they? Huh, didn’t get to have a calendar in solitary, figured it had only been a couple of weeks.”

“What did you think about in all that time?” Sydney was stalling for back up and Silas knew it once again. Sydney didn’t want to pummel him again like the first time. Something about it had felt… wrong? If that made sense. It was better this way, to outmaneuver him, mitigate the damage.

Silas glanced around himself quickly, almost imperceptibly, scanning for others. He didn’t spot anyone, it wasn’t too late.

“Well I guess I’ll just have to tell you next time we meet won’t I?” Silas wiped some of the blood of his forehead with the back of his sleeve and winced, “Until next time.” He turned to leave.

“SEVEILLER HANDS UP!” The order rang through the smoldering air and caught Silas in his tracks.

They really were faster this time.

Men in tactical suits emerged from different directions, all equipped with rifles trained on Silas. Sydney glanced back at Silas and flashed a grin.

“Silas, No!” Silas realized then what he was going to do.

But the gun had already been pulled out of his back waistband, he was holding it up, trained on Sydney.

“Don’t shoot! Or I’ll take him with me!” Silas yelled.

Did Sydney see a quiver in Silas’s hands? He wouldn’t actually shoot him would he? He had never intentionally killed anyone right?

Sydney didn’t have time to debate this, this had to end, before someone got hurt, or worse, they shot Silas.

“Silas, what would Julie say?” He had recently uncovered it in a file, in an interview someone had mentioned someone named Julie and that she had died. He was grasping at straws but he hoped it might distract him but for some inexplicable reason it felt embarrassing to drag some random woman's name into their standoff, like he shouldn't do it.

But perhaps it was the right thing to do because after a brief moment Silas’s face devolved into horror as he stared at Sydney, he immediately lowered the gun and then dropped it like an afterthought.

"You know about her?" He asked in shock.

The SWAT team members surged in and tackled him to the ground and he didn’t fight it. When they pulled him back up, wasting no time in getting him to a more secure location, his eyes were empty, like he had seen a ghost. He went away with them quietly not looking back up at Sydney again, now lost somewhere else.

Who was Julie? Another victim?

The coffee was shit today. Did anyone else agree? Sydney didn’t even feel like making a joke about it though, he was too distracted with his previous night’s dream. Not one to overanalyze the weird shit that his subconscious made a hobby of coming up with, he didn’t normally let his nightmares take over his days but last night’s still tugged at his mind.

He had had this hair-raising vivid vision of Silas Seveiller in his bedroom... to murder him. But right when Silas raised his knife, he stopped and whispered, This isn’t what I want.

Sydney didn’t understand it but it kept playing on a loop in his head throughout the whole morning. By noon he decided the only way to prove to his subconscious that the maniac hadn’t escaped to murder him was to go see him. Seeing Silas locked up would put him at ease again.

But Silas wasn’t in prison this time. They had finally decided that he wasn’t mentally fit to be kept there... Syd wondered if it’s because the Powers that Be thought the prison guards might actually kill him this time.

Now Sydney would have to go to a very different place to see his nemesis.. one that he did not look forward to.

“Rise and shine Seveiller. You gonna take your meds today?”

The young man squinted to see two men towering above him, instantly making him feel nauseous. One pulled his sheet back while the other pressed a paper cup into his periphery.

“Because of your little meltdown yesterday, this is your only chance.”

“Well I don’t want it,” he croaked with a voice still heavy under the sedation of the previous night’s dose.

And then they were gone. He curled back into a miserable ball not bothering to pull the sheet back up.

A door far away buzzed. The sheet was gone again. The sheet was already gone? There were hands on him. Strong grips pulling him off the bed, he struggled. He even tried to land an elbow but he wasn’t strong enough and they too easily pinned him down. His face was forced into the mattress and his backside suddenly felt colder. Then there was a prick of a needle and he felt the elastic waistband of his pants being pulled back up. Someone was guiding him back onto the bed.

“This is for your own good,” he heard.

Time passed... he thought.

“Won’t you eat?”

“Time for meds. Are you gonna take them?”

No, he thought.

Where was he?

“Silas?”

Who was that?

“Well he’s been amazinigly uncooperative, worse than most. Most patients start to behave and submit to treatment after a few weeks, once they learn the alternatives if they don’t. But not Mr. Sevieller, however you would probably know that better than anyone since you are the one that caught him.” The doctor spoke over his shoulder as he strode down the blue linoleum hall.

Sydney picked up his pace to keep up, “In what ways? -not cooperating, I mean.”

The doctor looked back at him for a moment, Sydney suddenly felt as if he were another specimen under the microscope before the doctor returned his attention in front of him again.

“Well the boy is very sick. He used to attack the staff often at first when he came into our care. Before we started to learn how to uh- take care of him properly. He’s broken multiple noses and plenty of other bones of the orderlies. He refuses medication, thinks he doesn’t need it. Consistently refuses food out of insubordination, attempts pithy escapes… won’t engage in therapy nor submit himself willingly to any kind of treatment.. The list goes on and on. However, recently, I’d say the rules seem to be breaking through to him.”

Fitz wasn’t surprised, it all sounded like the young man he had worked so hard to bring in. He still wasn’t sure if psychiatric care was what Silas needed but he felt relief every time he had thought of Silas in here rather than out on the streets causing mayhem…. But the one thing that gave him pause was the word attack… Silas could through a punch but normally not unwarranted, he might’ve fought them but he found it hard to believe that Silas himself was the physical instigator…

He pushed down this puzzlement though as they buzzed through yet another door and reached the end of a hallway. The doctor peered through the window in the door first and then moved for Sydney to see for himself.

What he saw was not what he anticipated. There was a young man in there alright but he barely recognized it as Silas, the only indicator being that shock of dark hair. A much thinner version lay curled into himself and lifeless in the thin iron bed fastened to the floor. His pale eyes were open but his gaze didn’t move from where it was trained on the floor. Silas’s unruly hair had been shaven which made the hollows in his cheeks and eye sockets stand out that much more. A fresh looking bruise bloomed over his right eye creating a sickly mirage of yellows and blues. His arms were folded into his chest and his mouth hung slightly open.

“What the hell happened to him?”

The doctor looked slightly offended for a moment, “Were you listening? He is on heavy sedation while we train him to willingly take his medication. A lot of our patients require … proper motivation.”

Heavy-handed then. Sydney didn’t try to probe any further nor apologize for his harsh tone, he just turned away from the window.

“His responses will be delayed or he may not respond at all. It’s nothing to be worried about.”

“Well, I’m not worried about him.” Sydney shot back a little too quickly, bordering on defensive, “This is just a visit to ensure that he was still here- no offense. Er just a peace of mind thing. We both know what he is capable of.”

“Yes, sure, well if you have any trouble knock on the window. The orderlies are close by,” The doctor instructed curtly and took his leave.

“Silas?” No movement.

Sydney stared a for a moment before suddenly feeling like he shouldn’t be there. He was raising his hand to knock and to be let back out when Silas spoke.

“I don’t want it.”

“...Want what?”

His eyes pressed tightly together, “Please- I don’t want anymore.”

His voice was so small, such a stark contrast to the last time Sydney had seen him. Visions of that grin flashed in his head.

“Silas, it’s Sydney Fitz, do you recognize me?”

His eyes opened and he slowly looked up, his eyes were so red, it looked like he had been crying. Silas... crying?

“Syd? What are you doing here?” There was recognition but it was subtle and it looked as though he was having trouble focusing on him. He tried shifting to sit up but it was a poor effort.

“Here in an official capacity. Sent to make sure you’re still here. I’ve heard about your escape attempts, you forget that we know you too.”

His eyebrows came together but he didn’t say anything at first, then at last he muttered weakly, “Ya, I’m still here.”

“They treating you alright?” Sydney didn’t know what else to say.

Silas shrank back and looked up at the window of the door like he expected someone to be looking through it. He ignored the question though and instead responded with, “Why am I here?”

“You’re sick, Silas. You’ve committed countless crimes that you were convicted for, you need treatment and care.”

“... Do you believe that?”

“I’m not a psychiatrist, but I do know you did what you did and now people are dead.”

Silence.

“Where did you get that bruise?”

He stared back with no response.

Fitz pointed to his own eye in explanation.

After a prolonged moment Silas seemed to comprehend, he reached up to his own and winced when he found it with his fingertips, “.... You know me, I can’t help but fight it.” An attempt at a smile flickered across his lips but his tone lay flat.

Then the lock turned over and two very large men strode in. Silas shrunk back into himself, again. It was the quickest reaction Sydney had seen out of him yet. He pulled his sheet up further, a barrier.

“Please, please no. I don’t need any more.”

“Sorry sir, but he is on a strict medication schedule.” the nurse or orderly was addressing Sydney to apologize for barging in the middle of the visit.

“Silas, are you going to take it or are we going to have to give you another shot?”

“No- no I won’t. I don’t need it.”

“Alright get up.”

He didn’t move except to flinch when the orderly stepped towards him and pulled him off the bed and in one move deftly pinned him down so his face was pressed up against the hospital linens.

One of the orderlies looked back at Sydney, “Sorry sir.”

Silas was struggling and doing a poor job of it. “No! Please don’t!”. It was almost too easy for the single man to hold him down as the other one uncapped the syringe that had been in his pocket. Then the first pulled down Silas’ thin hospital trousers. The other quickly injected the medication. Silas watched with considerable horror. And before he knew it the pants were back up, Silas was being lifted back on the bed.

He squeezed his eyes shut, cheeks burning with humiliation.

“Consider taking your pills next time.”

Then to Sydney, “Sir, let us know if you need anything.”

“Uh sure, yes”.

Silas looked back up at him with tears welling but he didn’t say anything. Rather he just pulled up his sheet a few centimeters and then trained his eyes down.

Silas stood speechless for a few more moments, unable to reconcile the brute force so deftly performed with a man he considered so impervious.

“...Silas, why don’t you just take it? It would be easier for you.”

He only shook his head, anger just barely visible through the misery.

Sydney couldn’t get rid of the feeling in his stomach all week. The fear of that grin had collapsed into images of a small frame in a small bed breaking down into itself, eyelids fluttering. It was sickening.

Against his better judgement, he found himself back at the institution the next week. That pit he was feeling in his stomach, he couldn’t decipher it. At last he decided that it was intuition, that maybe Silas had been faking it, planning another escape of some sort. To visit him again was the only foolproof way to keep an eye on him.

“We’ve had to start force-feeding him this week, it is not our ideal course of action but while he refuses to eat, it is the only way. Maybe you can knock some sense into him.” The doctor seemed like he couldn’t care less as he was once again briskly leading Sydney down the hall.

This time Silas was asleep when Sydney was buzzed in. His face was peaceful again, almost innocent if it didn’t have all the bruises.

Unused to approaching sleeping people, he lived alone after all, he cleared his throat first in an attempt to wake him. When it had no affect, Sydney uncomfortably muttered his name.

“Hey, Silas, you there? It’s me again,”

He only stirred slightly, so he tried again. This week, there were no sheets on the bed, instead it was bare and Silas donned only a straight jacket and thin cotton pants.

After the third time, Silas opened his eyes, he looked like he was trying to rouse himself from the grave. What the hell did they have him on?

“Syd?” he whispered as he found Sydney with his dazed eyes.

“Ya it’s me again, I came back.”

If Sydney didn’t know any better he could’ve sworn that tears welled in the corner of Silas’ eyes, after a few more moments he said, “It’s good to see you.”

Sydney scoffed, Silas would never say that without dripping with sarcasm, “Haha, I bet.”

At this moment, Silas seemed to become more aware of himself and remember the straight jacket he wore, he shifted uncomfortably.

Sydney gestured at it, “They’re really giving you the all-exclusive vacation package huh?”

Silas grimaced at first but found a bit of a smile tugging at the corner of his lips, “Yeah, they treat me like royalty here. They love me so much they don’t want me to leave.”

“Now that’s the Silas I know,” Sydney chided back.

Silas shifted himself to sit up on the bed, it took longer than it should have and Sydney could swear there was an almost imperceptible groan at one point. How did struggling create so many bruises? He wondered.

“I heard you’re not eating?” Sydney had meant to interrogate his arch enemy on escape tactics, etc. but now that he was here, for some unexplained reason, he just couldn’t bring himself to.

Silas wilted a bit, but then breathed in again and responded while cracking another smirk, “The food is shit, worse than what they make over at the prison.”

“Silas, you never stayed there for more than a week before you escaped every time,” Syd chided back.

His grin curled a little tighter, “Oh ya, almost forgot,”

“Well don’t go killing yourself so soon, otherwise who am I going to fight every goddamn day?”

Silas didn’t respond as quickly, “I don’t know but hopefully the next fella has better aim.”

“Yeah maybe make it a little more interesting,”.

Silas had a coughing fit, it was deep and heavy, it sounded painful. The pallor on skin greyed significantly by the time he finished.

“...You okay? That sounds nasty.”

He straightened himself up a bit, “It’s nothing, the doctor already saw me, just some bug they said.”

Sydney wasn’t convinced but Silas was getting more drawn by the moment, clearly he was getting tired. His eyelids drooped further.

Sydney inched towards the door, unsure why he was feeling something foreign and uncomfortable in his own chest, “You seem like you’re getting tired so I am going to head out, let you get your rest.”

Silas’s eyes opened fully again, “Are you going to come back?” that small, small voice again.

“Um, yeah, sure, I’ll stop by again soon if you want.”

Silas nodded forward a bit and then slowly lowered back down to the mattress, his eyes were closed before the door had locked behind Silas again.

“Um, Silas. I have to ask you something. That day… when I caught you-”

Silas wearily smiled and flicked his eyes up to the man standing above him, “Which one? You’ve got a few lucky breaks under your belt.”

“The day you threatened me with a gun.”

The small quirk of a smile dissolved as his face paled.

“I didn’t know who- it was just a blind attempt to stop them from shooting you… Who is Julie?”

Silas looked back up at Syd revealing glassy eyes with a grief torn expression, “Was- you mean was.”

Sydney watched his... enemy- deflate, his shoulders caved in and head hung low.

He blinked the heavy welling tears out of his eyes, not bothering to wipe them away, “She-” He closed his eyes for a moment, flushed with emotion, “She was my little sister.”

He looked back up to Syd with large dull eyes.

Something panged deep within Sydney, jesus. All of the blood drained out of him, “Oh god, Silas, I’m-”

“I -I was supposed to protect her. I was all she had.”

Silas choked on his tears that started to come quickly, “But I couldn’t- I couldn’t- save her.”

Blind grief consumed his face. He had never- Never- spoken about it. Not to anyone.

“She never doubted that I would keep her safe. I was ten and she was seven, we were sent to a new foster family. We were just happy to stay together. The father.. He was a monster. He would lock us in the basement for days at time, beat us. One night he came down and he didn’t want to hurt me like he normally did- he went after her-” Another involuntary sob tore its way out of him, “I tried to fight him off- but you know I was a kid- he was too big. He beat me until I couldn’t stand- She was so small- all it took was one hit in the wrong place. She suffocated slowly- I couldn’t do anything for her, I kept thinking that if I knew how to hold her or how to fix it- I held her down in that basement for all night- He didn’t come back down until the next morning. By then she had-” been dead for hours.

Sydney listened in horror as his arch enemy broke down in front of him. Before it occurred to him what he was doing, he sat down on the bed and pulled the agonized man into his arms. Another sob escaped him but he didn’t fight it, he went limp into the strong hold, sobbing into his chest in anguish.

Then the door buzzed, Silas jerked away from Sydney, a panic and crazed look on his tear soaked face.

Two orderlies and a nurse came stampeding in. Silas bolted to the further corner of the bed holding out an open palm, “Please no-” with a strangled sob.

“Silas, you are overwhelmed. You know how this goes, it’s for your own good.”

The nurse looked at Sydney who had also jumped up, “Sir, please get behind us- he’s unstable- not safe like this.”

Sydney’s confusion fell into anger, “He wasn’t going to hurt me- he-”

Another strangled sobbed escaped Silas as the two men grabbed him, forcing him down onto the bed. A third orderly appeared out of nowhere, he immediately began fastening the five point restraints that were previously tucked under the thin mattress.

Silas struggled like a trapped animal, tears still streaming down his face. When each limb was tethered, the nurse approached with a syringe held aloft as the men held his arm still.

“Shhh- it’s okay Silas, this will make you feel better.”

She administered the syringe quickly and the men stepped away.

Silas turned his head, “Syd-” his expression crumbled again into raw desperation when his gaze landed on his face. But just as quickly as they had tackled him down, his expression began to soften and his eyes emptied.

Sydney was left standing there feeling like someone had wrenched his heart out of his chest.

Sydney found himself back at the gates of the hospital with a lump in his throat the next week.

“Mr. Seveiller requests that he receive no visitors at the moment, unless this is official business?”

By the time he got back into his car he thought he might throw up.

Against his better judgement, he went back the next week and was met with the same response. It became a ritual, showing up only to be denied. If he had really wanted to see Silas he could easily feign some official matter and force his way in to see him…. But Silas didn’t want to see him anymore. And could he fault him for that?

And then those tapes landed on his desk one morning, a few months after that awful day. Sydney hadn’t bothered to stop by the hospital in over a month. It didn’t stop him from thinking about Silas. He felt a pang in his stomach when he read the name on the file.

“Hey, Fitz? The loony bin sent over copies of the reports on Sevieller. You wanna see them?”

“Isn’t there patient doctor confidentiality?”

“Not when the patient is a real threat to national security, no. Although I doubt he’s much of a threat anymore… Someone finally figured out how to put that psycho in their place.”

“I’m surprised he talked to the doctors,” Fitz responded in a trained tone of apathy.

“Yeah, I guess they gave him something to get him going.”

A jab of… was it guilt? hit Sydney. They were drugging him defenseless? Even when dealing with someone as dangerous as Silas… it didn’t seem right.

“Sure. I’ll give them a look.” He sighed and tossed the flash drive on his desk, attempting to seem disinterested still.

“The bastard’s really a wreck, crying like a baby.” The cop gave one last imperious chuckle and picked his coffee mug back to sidle up to another desk.

Syd’s eyebrows creased slightly as he plugged the flash drive in, nervous about what he would see.

First file was a video.

Two men were guiding a drowsy looking Silas into a small plain room. He stumbled clumsily and they pushed him into chair and cuffed his hands to the table in front of him and his ankles to the floor. It struck Sydney as a bit excessive.

“Mr. Seveiller, are you ready to cooperate with therapy today?” A voice from out of frame addressed Silas.

He resolutely shook his head no once, a fire burning in his eyes. Sydney recognized the smoldering flicker, he had seen it so many times before.

“If you don’t begin to cooperate, it means the medicine is not helping your condition and we will have to up the doses.”

Silas glanced at the camera before responding, “The drugs aren’t doing anything but giving me side effects. You and I both know that’s because I didn’t need them to begin with.”

“We’ve been over this Mr. Sevieller, you are in denial, we are only helping you here. If you can’t begin to see that, then your condition is worse than we thought.”

“I am not in denial, I am not sick, I am just a very bad person.”

The voice hummed slightly and Syd could hear pen scratching.

“Write as many notes as you want, you won’t figure me out and I won’t bend.”

Silas stared down the anonymous man on the other side of the camera with unreserved confidence. He wouldn’t be tamed quite so easily.

The next tape was dated a week later. The men were guiding him back in but they walked more slowly. This time Silas held out his wrists to be fastened down. Then he regarded the other side of the camera with an annoyed grimace.

“Good morning, Mr. Sevieller. How are you feeling?”

He subtly rolled his eyes but elected to hold his tongue settling for, “Peachy, doc.”

“Have the new levels done anything to change your mindset?”

“Other than sleeping through meals? No. But you know, I enjoyed being showered by two burly men this week. An unexpected new perk,” Silas smiled saccharinely, daring the doctor to press further.

“I am afraid you can’t be trusted in the showers after… Monday’s incident.”

Two men were dragging him into a bare room kick and screaming. The wrestled him into a chair and attached his wrists and ankles to it like a goddamn animal.

“Do you want to be a good boy today?”

Silas wearily picked up his gaze to look across the table, a solid “fuck you” written over his expression, but he didn’t speak back.

“Well I have something to help you do that. Lucky you.” For the first time, Sydney could hear amusement in the voice behind the camera.

Silas’ expression wasn’t mirthful and ready to strike back like Syd had come to expect, there was frustration and exhaustion instead.

Someone else came out from behind the camera, they held a syringe aloft as they approached they tethered patient.

“No no no, get away from me. Don’t come near me with that-” Silas looked… scared?

“You don’t even know what it does yet,” the voice said from behind the camera, “If we agree not to use it, will you behave and talk with us?”

Silas aimed a look of pure hatred bore through the camera lens and to the person owning the voice. It looked like it took strength to shake his head no, just a millimeter. But it was enough.

A sigh, “Okay, inject him. And remember you had an option.”

Silas began to writhe in his restraints, desperately trying to create space from the syringe bearer. More people came in and attempted to hold him down to the table. Silas violently resisted throwing himself aas far within the restraints as he could, likely seriously injury his wrists and ankles in the struggle. At one point he managed to bite an arm and the headless body jumped out of the shot. Another nurse? Orderly? Slammed his head against the table then, temporarily stunning him.

“Do it! Now!” A voice rang out.

Whatever it was didn’t take long to begin working, Silas stayed limp on the table no longer moving, a stark contrast from the scene moments ago.

“Okay, rouse him now.”

Someone took smelling salts for fainting victims and cracked them under his nose, a faint flinch was visible from his now still body. A strong set of hands then manhandled him back into sitting, pressing him against his chair again. And then checked his eyes with a pocket light.

The kid squinted in annoyance but didn’t resist.

“Silas, are you feeling more agreeable now?”

Silas looked back across the table as if just seeing the speaker for the first time.

“Yes sir?” He answered uncertainly, quietly. Even through the camera the dazed look in his eyes was visible.

“Will you answer my questions and be a good boy?”

Silas remained locked on him, his eyes wide, “ Yes- yes.” He spilled out with uncertainty, as if part of him still knew he didn’t want to do this.

“We just gave you a special medicine that releases inhibitions, forces you to tell the truth, a truth serum if you will. You’ve been very bad but I think you can behave better now.”

Silas just stared at him.

“I want to start from the beginning. Your history. You had a drunken father and a promiscuous mother who didn’t take care of you, yes?”

“She tried to-”

“Yes?”

Silas nodded with his eyes wide, “Yes, she was out a lot. They both died by the time I was eight though.”

“And that’s how you and your little sister ended up in foster care?”

Silas suddenly looked confused as if he didn’t know how this man knew these things.

“Do I need to repeat myself?”

“No- yes, the state took our custody. No other family.”

“And that’s how your sister died, in foster care. Did you do it? So angry at the world you had to take it out on someone else?”

Horror made the tenuous expression on Silas’s face drop, “No- no. I didn’t- I couldn’t- I couldn’t protect her-”

“From yourself you mean?”

Tears began to roll down his cheeks but he seemed to not perceive them.

“No, I didn’t- he did it- he-” He was tripping over his words, clearly horrified but mysteriously stuck in a dream where he couldn’t reason, couldn’t fight back and couldn’t stay silent instead of engage.

“You seem to not even understand yourself- sometimes the brain locks away trauma, things it doesn’t want to believe… maybe you need a higher dose next session to get the real truth.”

“He killed her- I didn’t- I didn’t-”

Sydney’s heart clenched so deeply or gut wrenchingly that he didn’t know if he could keep watching. He knew for a fact that he had never discussed with any one else other than him. Now to have it torn out of him… but worse… accused? It was sickening.

“It sounds like it could have been the beginning of your misanthropic reputation, after that you went to the Pelham Boys’ School, where you spent most of your time in solitary confinement for infractions.”

Silas was full on sobbing now, well beyond wondering how a childhood file could be unsealed, beyond the injustice of the forced interrogation they were trying to call psychotherapy… now in a completely detached state of agony.

“Silas, stop it. We are not done. Listen to me-”

But Silas wouldn’t stop, he was completely departed, sobbing and unreachable.

“Fuck, you dosed him too high for the first time. Fucking waste of time. Take him away, sedate him and let him sleep it off.”

By the time the staff members were around him again, Silas’s tears had stopped but his head was at an odd tilt downwards and his eyes were hauntingly vacant. He didn’t notice when his wrist were unlatched, or his ankles (although Syd could see the angry red welts around each limb) he didn’t even respond when they began to drag him out.

The voice swore a few more times and then the camera switched off.

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Furry Visual Novel Book Club: Echo Week 7 SPOILERS

Hi everyone, here is the SPOILER FREE discussion post for “Echo - Carl’s Sunday-2 Electric Boogaloo???”

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Feel free to respond in reblogs/replies/or asks :D

We open this section with Jenna on the scene, having just struck Carl with a stool

Jenna ignores the ram she had just knocked over the head and explains she stumbled into the house looking for Tj and that things have been crazy after Carl and Chase left the lake... About Tj seeing Sydney among Leo acting strange. She continues that something is happening to everyone, mentioning gunshots from main-street. The trio explains that things aren’t much better here either. Really dying for the reverse Carl-Route fic with Tj, Flynn, and Leo

This is the really only ‘Silent Hill’ type route, where the party is trapped in a nightmare dimension while all other routes deal with experiencing the Hysteria. This initially disappointed me on my first play-through, because I got hooked on the Silent Hill aspect. We do get more, with the horrors generating themselves mostly as these the subconscious nightmares of the characters, but this is the only time it’s front and center. It’s definitely more in-line with Cosmic Horror nature of the Entity to do it the other way, but at least one more nightmare route would have been appreciated. Good fanfic space where we can throw out themes because the game did the themes though!

Raven opens the newly unlocked door, and the group all pass out. Chase awakens to Raven calling out for Chase and Carl, reminiscent of events of the kitchen. Chase hobbles downstairs in a new location, to find Jenna and Carl in front of wardrobe containing a screaming Raven. Raven is let out and the group determines they’re in a log cabin of some kind.

I think this is where Raven works the best in the narrative. They need someone a little dumb and someone a little detached from the horrors other than Chase to help ground things (As well as giving Jenna SOMEONE to talk to). Also is this a ‘Raven in the closet’ joke??? He’s obviously a LITTLE fruity, at least how he acts/responds. Maybe he’s just metro-sexual.

Chase peers out of a window for the source of beating drums and sees a large bonfire some ways from the cabin. The group see ‘something’ moving outside and resolve to find more evidence as Neutral kicks in, relaxing the mood. The group split up to look, with Chase commenting on Carl’s possession condition.

I was initially upset by the ending of the route where Carl and Chase don’t end up together, but seeing lines like this so before the ‘climax’ makes it make a lot more sense in full context. Carl was truly mostly gone.

The music cuts as Chase dwells on the feeling of being watched… From the lines “I hold still, then lean back, tiling my ear towards the sound,” a twenty second timer kicks in before playing ‘Bent’, an unsettling piece, accented by the ‘something’ from earlier presumably rustling around just outside the cabin. The ‘something’ appears in the window to Chase, Chase’s body freezing upon seeing it. An unknown voice commands it to stop, something from INSIDE the cabin.

My best interruption is that this is ANOTHER Echo/Ghost of John Begay. With James I being the voice over Chase’s shoulder. Which leaves us with maybe three? The one possessing Jenna, the Smoke Monster, and now this fox. The spirits are also more ghost-like (white and appearing over shoulders). Definitely something I’m looking forward to getting some more concrete answers to in either TSR or a potential rewrite. (As this ‘entity is dropped too... unless it’s supposed to be the shadow monster from the next part too? And it’s just taking different forms to spook people??)

The creature cackles in response, replaying the cackling sound from earlier in the route. The rest of the group rush down stairs as Chase is finally able to scream. Carl badgers Chase for information on what he saw, only for the conversation to be interrupted by Raven finding a newspaper clip. The newspaper catches fire only after Raven is able to read a single line

Carl and Jenna argue about the burned paper, attacking and defending Raven over igniting it with a candle on accident respectfully. The group end up searching for a few hours and decide to sleep on different floors for the ‘evening’. Chase comments that all of Carl’s mannerisms are different and the two settle into bed together to sleep. Carl embraces Chase, pulling the otter into him. Chase has trouble falling asleep, and after doing so, explores downstairs to find water after waking. Chase finds Raven asleep, and a convenient cup of water on the table.

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mmhhh... buppy <3

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He takes a sip only to spit out a foul liquid. A loud sound scares Chase and he goes into the adjoining room to investigate. The wardrobe Raven was trapped in early starts to shake.

Black tendrils from the wardrobe make the shape of hands and feet, before the wardrobe opens violently, followed by a black creature from within attacking Chase. Chase suffocates as the creature engulfs him… Chase wakes up from a nightmare, only to see Carl over him in bed.

We also see this kind of creature in another game doing something very ... similar. It feels at least especially inspired by this line too...

EXCELLENT use of nightmare setup. We’re already conditioned to just accept whatever weird thing is happening, and with the layers of nightmares already seen, it fits in while still being ‘explained.’ Also was the liquid in the cup this route’s piss joke?

I had completely misread this scene wrong the first time. I thought Carl/James I was shaking Chase awake/drove off the monster... but it does sound like he was trying to ‘mount’ Chase in his sleep and the weight on top of him caused his sleep paralysis nightmare...

Jenna barges into the room as “Anger” begins to play. Jenna tackles Carl out of bed and starts to beat on Carl who is now on the floor. Chase notices a shadow making Jenna appear larger… only for Chase to notice the same kind of shadow around Carl. Raven shows up to drag Jenna away from the scene. He questions her and she responds:

The forms of the shadows disappear, and Chase helps Carl up.

Neutral comes back in as the two talk and have a serious talk about ‘them’. Intimate plays as the two discuss what’s going on, asking how much of James influenced the ram.

(Hi, as soon as Silent Echoes is wrapped up, I’m going to be entering my Carl Brain-Rot era after replying this scene)

This is where the Route splits into two branching narratives. For the purpose of this Book Club, we will be selecting ‘Fight it.’ We will cover ‘Let it help us.’ at a different time! In my opinion this was the ‘harder’ route split option to choose ‘correctly’. They really did make Carl to be a bit inept, and I was on the bamboozle train that John was the child abuser not James I (which after a scene in TSR, maybe they both are????)

Chase doesn’t trust the entity and tells Carl to fight it.

‘We ARE in this together’... the ship that only sails when Carl has the pedo-ghost... truly fucking tragic these two idiots don’t ever talk to each other otherwise because they make such a good/cute pair when they do.

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🐺 🪢 ......... I like to think this was on purpose

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Chase awakens to Carl spooning him, and the two let themselves enjoy the moment.

They eventually remember the spooky hell dimension they’re in after being a little to loud.

Personal Note: BOOOOOO, GET BACK TO THE BED AND STOP THINKING. Also this frumpy, bloodied up Carl sprite is TOP FUCKING TIER

Chase heads downstairs to resume the search…

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And that wraps our reading for this week. Despite the ‘length’ of this section, not much happens. The new setting is certainly interesting and Jenna and Carl’s worsening conditions sure are interesting.

Next week will be our longest one, approximately double the length of previous weeks. There’s a fail state on the next choice, so make sure to save in case you don’t remember/want to reread the death scene yourself. It’s not very long but I’ll be sure to cover it!

This will be the end of Carl’s Route. Be on the look out for a poll about the branching narrative option!

Remember, this is the spoiler version, Spoiler Free Version HERE

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