#Death Odity

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Death Deity

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[welldonebeca]

Glitter and Goo (iv)

Summary: When you have to go on a mission to a different planet together, Bucky is hit by a mating ritual flower, and some feelings you two have been hiding come up. AKA: It’s a sex pollen fic with a side of breeding kink. WC: 1.6k words Warnings: Fluff. Aftercare. Tension. Comfort.

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Bucky held you for a bit in the quiet ship as you relaxed, kissing your temple gently as his cock softened inside you, his cum now dripping out slowly and you processed everything.

Those were absolutely intense days.

"I'll give you a bath," he promised you, rubbing your back in a comforting way, voice soft. "A message. Get you something warm to put between your legs."

You grimaced to yourself. Yes, you were a bit sore. Your cunt had had its most active couple of days of its life, nothing would ever top that.

"Will you carry me there?" you requested, still nuzzling his chest.

Bucky chuckled.

"I will," he assured you, kissing your cheek again. "But we need to get dressed first."

You pouted.

Well... yeah.

He helped you through it, though, pulling your pants up carefully and dressing himself up before taking your backpacks and picking you up.

Bucky opened the door of the ship with you wrapped around him, and if you weren't so tired you would be embarrassed of what you looked like, but he simply walked past the two people in PPE, carrying you inside.

His quarters were neat and had big windows that let in the light of the setting sun, with a beautiful view of it.

"Doctor?" FRIDAY called just as Bucky sat you down on an armchair. "Mister Stark wants to do a wellness check on you."

You let your head fall back.

Wellness check. He probably wanted to make sure you weren't fucked to death.

"He can talk to me through the com, text me or wait until I feel like walking," you told the system. "But that might take... a day or two."

You didn't even attempt to close your legs. That was a lost cause.

Bucky chuckled a bit.

"Tell him she is alive, FRIDAY," he affirmed, taking off his clothes. "And that I'm being a gentleman and giving her aftercare."

You smiled along a little.

Yes, he was.

You were briefly met with silence, until FRIDAY answered.

"He insists," she affirmed. "Tony says, and I quote, I need to see you to make sure Barnes didn't kill you with his cock."

You too sighed together and Bucky pinched his nose impatiently.

"He can come here if he wants," he told you. "But I'm going to undress anyway."

That made you giggle.

"Send him in," you decided.

Bucky took off his clothes without an ounce of shame, and you shed your shirt and pants before looking down at your naked tits.

They were covered with marks from his lips and teeth. Maybe you should put a bra on.

"Can you get me a bra from my backpack? I think I'd like to keep some things a mystery from Tony, our friendship isn't at the naked point."

He picked it up quickly, helping you just in time for the door to open.

"No knocking?" Bucky asked.

Tony scoffed.

"I built this place," he rolled his eyes. "I can enter any room without knocking."

You scoffed.

"Besides," he messed up with his bag. "Naked bodies aren't an odity for me."

He pulled a clear pad.

"Now, you didn't clean up, right?" he asked. "No shower, no little towel..."

You shook your head.

"This is pure, unadultured, two days of stink," you assured him.

Without explaining anything, he walked to your back, pushed you down and rubbed it on your back.

"Raise your arm," he commanded.

You did, confused, and he rubbed the pad under your pits.

"You smell like an orgy," Tony grunted, frowning his nose. "Please, tell me you kept the fucking in the dorm."

Bucky's lips curled a little, though he hid his smile quickly.

"What's that for?" he asked.

Tony pulled the thing from you, shoving it into a ziplock bag.

"Collecting sweat to study," he put it back into the bag. "Now, you."

Before Tony could even step to Bucky, he took the new pad from his hand.

"I'll do it myself," he scoffed.

He rubbed his back with it before doing it to his chest, and you watched, entertained, as he did so over his torso. Bucky had a beautiful torso.

"Yeah, that works for me," he decided, still picking up things from the bag, pulling a needle and a vial. "I hope you didn't take any drugs over there."

You scoffed, extending your arm for him to take the blood, knowing well how important that was.

Bucky reached for your hand, holding it as you grimaced at the prickle.

You really didn't like needles.

Tony took his blood too, putting it into another compartment of his bag before taking a swab and looking at you, a bit hesitant.

"I need a few samples," he told you.

The made you frown.

"Of spit?" you asked. "I don't think you're going to find anything that you didn't catch with the sweat and the blood."

But he grimaced more, looking down at your legs and then your face, and you realised what he meant.

"Really?" you gasped. "Tony!"

Your friend shrugged.

"I don't make the rules," he told you. "And we need to know how his sperm behaves. Also, you'll have to start taking pregnancy tests in eight days."

You closed your eyes. Yeah, there was that.

"Fine," you sighed. "Just give me that stuff. I'll take it myself."

Tony turned around but Bucky took it from your hand, kneeling in front of you, and you spread your legs, shamelessly as you let him swab the cottom in you gaping pussy.

"Get extra too, if you can," Tony requested. "If there's any... you know."

Yep, and there was.

A lot of it.

Bucky didn't say anything as he took his sperm and filled a little vial, sealing it and pushing your panties back to the right place.

"Done," he stood up. "You can turn around."

Tony turned back, taking everything back and putting it in his bag.

"Done?" you asked him.

He looked at you.

"Can you stand up?" he asked.

You whined.

"Do I have to?" you asked. "Tony. I"ve been fucked straight for two days."

"Well, I need to know if you can walk," he insisted.

You rolled your eyes and kicked your legs.

"There, they can move," you told him. "Please. Can I rest now?"

He nodded, looking more relaxed now.

"Yes," Tony decided. "I'm just making sure that you are alright, okay? Those were very intense days. We were worried sick on this side."

You softened. Yes, you could see that. He looked like he hadn't slept since you'd left.

The two had a history together, after all.

"Thank you," you sighed. "But I'm fine. I promise. A little sore, but fine."

Your friend finally gave in, taking his bag over his shoulder.

"Alright," he exhaled. "I'll be going now and I'll send some real food for you in... an hour and a half?"

"Yeah," you told him. "Thank you."

Tony nodded and walked out, stepping out in hesitant steps, and the door closed behind him.

"He really doesn't like me, hm?" Bucky hummed, kneeling in front of you.

You reached for him, brushing his hair with your fingers.

"Tony is a little protective," you sighed. "It's his thing."

He hummed a bit, not disagreeing or complaining.

"So," he rested his head on your thigh. "Bath now?"

You relaxed.

"Yes, please," you told him. "Bath time."

Bucky kissed your cheek.

"I'll go get it running, okay?"

You nodded, and took off your underwear before as you waited for him.

He came back, at last, and pulled your hair up in a ponytail before picking you up, and you wrapped your arms around him as he carried you off.

"You're coming in with me, right?" you asked him, hiding your face in his neck. "Not gonna let me in alone."

Bucky kissed your shoulder.

"I just got you, sweetheart," he hummed. "You really think I'm going to just let you go?"

You giggled.

Five minutes later you were relaxing in the bubbly warm water, resting against his chest.

Bucky cleaned you up very slowly between your legs, knowing how sensitive you were, and scrubbed your body with a fluffy loofah everywhere.

You didn't even realise you had fallen asleep in his arms until you woke up and you were in his bed.

There was an insistent knocking on his door, and Bucky was moving very slowly to get it.

"I'm awaken," you mumbled. "You can move."

Bucky chuckled, walking away from you, and you frowned as you reached around his bed.

Where were the pillows?

You sat up, looking at the mattress and gasping.

He only had two pillows?

"What?" Bucky looked at you, carrying boxes inside.

"You only have two pillows!" you looked at him. "Why do you only have two pillows?"

He squinted.

"You know I'm more comfortable sleeping on the floor most days, right?" he asked. "I don't even use the pillows."

That made you pout and he shook his head.

"Do you want me to get you extra pillows for you?" he offered, putting the takeout in front of you."

You nodded, still feeling all sleepy.

"Are you hungry?" you asked.

He shrugged.

"I could use some extra hours of sleep before eating," he told you. "If you're alright with that."

You nodded, falling back to the bed. Oh, your skin was so soft. Had he put lotion on you?

Bucky put the food in the small fridge he had in the corner and crawled back to the bed with you, wrapping his arms around you and holding you close again.

"Sleep now," you nuzzled his neck. "Food later."

He just hummed along, kissing your cheek softly.

Oh, you could get used to this.

Bucky held you for a bit in the quiet ship as you relaxed, kissing your temple gently as his cock softened inside you, his cum now dripping out slowly and you processed everything.

Those were absolutely intense days.

"I'll give you a bath," he promised you, rubbing your back in a comforting way, voice soft. "A message. Get you something warm to put between your legs."

You grimaced to yourself. Yes, you were a bit sore. Your cunt had had its most active couple of days of its life, nothing would ever top that.

"Will you carry me there?" you requested, still nuzzling his chest.

Bucky chuckled.

"I will," he assured you, kissing your cheek again. "But we need to get dressed first."

You pouted.

Well... yeah.

He helped you through it, though, pulling your pants up carefully and dressing himself up before taking your backpacks and picking you up.

Bucky opened the door of the ship with you wrapped around him, and if you weren't so tired you would be embarrassed of what you looked like, but he simply walked past the two people in PPE, carrying you inside.

His quarters were neat and had big windows that let in the light of the setting sun, with a beautiful view of it.

"Doctor?" FRIDAY called just as Bucky sat you down on an armchair. "Mister Stark wants to do a wellness check on you."

You let your head fall back.

Wellness check. He probably wanted to make sure you weren't fucked to death.

"He can talk to me through the com, text me or wait until I feel like walking," you told the system. "But that might take... a day or two."

You didn't even attempt to close your legs. That was a lost cause.

Bucky chuckled a bit.

"Tell him she is alive, FRIDAY," he affirmed, taking off his clothes. "And that I'm being a gentleman and giving her aftercare."

You smiled along a little.

Yes, he was.

You were briefly met with silence, until FRIDAY answered.

"He insists," she affirmed. "Tony says, and I quote, I need to see you to make sure Barnes didn't kill you with his cock."

You too sighed together and Bucky pinched his nose impatiently.

"He can come here if he wants," he told you. "But I'm going to undress anyway."

That made you giggle.

"Send him in," you decided.

Bucky took off his clothes without an ounce of shame, and you shed your shirt and pants before looking down at your naked tits.

They were covered with marks from his lips and teeth. Maybe you should put a bra on.

"Can you get me a bra from my backpack? I think I'd like to keep some things a mystery from Tony, our friendship isn't at the naked point."

He picked it up quickly, helping you just in time for the door to open.

"No knocking?" Bucky asked.

Tony scoffed.

"I built this place," he rolled his eyes. "I can enter any room without knocking."

You scoffed.

"Besides," he messed up with his bag. "Naked bodies aren't an odity for me."

He pulled a clear pad.

"Now, you didn't clean up, right?" he asked. "No shower, no little towel..."

You shook your head.

"This is pure, unadultured, two days of stink," you assured him.

Without explaining anything, he walked to your back, pushed you down and rubbed it on your back.

"Raise your arm," he commanded.

You did, confused, and he rubbed the pad under your pits.

"You smell like an orgy," Tony grunted, frowning his nose. "Please, tell me you kept the fucking in the dorm."

Bucky's lips curled a little, though he hid his smile quickly.

"What's that for?" he asked.

Tony pulled the thing from you, shoving it into a ziplock bag.

"Collecting sweat to study," he put it back into the bag. "Now, you."

Before Tony could even step to Bucky, he took the new pad from his hand.

"I'll do it myself," he scoffed.

He rubbed his back with it before doing it to his chest, and you watched, entertained, as he did so over his torso. Bucky had a beautiful torso.

"Yeah, that works for me," he decided, still picking up things from the bag, pulling a needle and a vial. "I hope you didn't take any drugs over there."

You scoffed, extending your arm for him to take the blood, knowing well how important that was.

Bucky reached for your hand, holding it as you grimaced at the prickle.

You really didn't like needles.

Tony took his blood too, putting it into another compartment of his bag before taking a swab and looking at you, a bit hesitant.

"I need a few samples," he told you.

The made you frown.

"Of spit?" you asked. "I don't think you're going to find anything that you didn't catch with the sweat and the blood."

But he grimaced more, looking down at your legs and then your face, and you realised what he meant.

"Really?" you gasped. "Tony!"

Your friend shrugged.

"I don't make the rules," he told you. "And we need to know how his sperm behaves. Also, you'll have to start taking pregnancy tests in eight days."

You closed your eyes. Yeah, there was that.

"Fine," you sighed. "Just give me that stuff. I'll take it myself."

Tony turned around but Bucky took it from your hand, kneeling in front of you, and you spread your legs, shamelessly as you let him swab the cottom in you gaping pussy.

"Get extra too, if you can," Tony requested. "If there's any... you know."

Yep, and there was.

A lot of it.

Bucky didn't say anything as he took his sperm and filled a little vial, sealing it and pushing your panties back to the right place.

"Done," he stood up. "You can turn around."

Tony turned back, taking everything back and putting it in his bag.

"Done?" you asked him.

He looked at you.

"Can you stand up?" he asked.

You whined.

"Do I have to?" you asked. "Tony. I"ve been fucked straight for two days."

"Well, I need to know if you can walk," he insisted.

You rolled your eyes and kicked your legs.

"There, they can move," you told him. "Please. Can I rest now?"

He nodded, looking more relaxed now.

"Yes," Tony decided. "I'm just making sure that you are alright, okay? Those were very intense days. We were worried sick on this side."

You softened. Yes, you could see that. He looked like he hadn't slept since you'd left.

The two had a history together, after all.

"Thank you," you sighed. "But I'm fine. I promise. A little sore, but fine."

Your friend finally gave in, taking his bag over his shoulder.

"Alright," he exhaled. "I'll be going now and I'll send some real food for you in... an hour and a half?"

"Yeah," you told him. "Thank you."

Tony nodded and walked out, stepping out in hesitant steps, and the door closed behind him.

"He really doesn't like me, hm?" Bucky hummed, kneeling in front of you.

You reached for him, brushing his hair with your fingers.

"Tony is a little protective," you sighed. "It's his thing."

He hummed a bit, not disagreeing or complaining.

"So," he rested his head on your thigh. "Bath now?"

You relaxed.

"Yes, please," you told him. "Bath time."

Bucky kissed your cheek.

"I'll go get it running, okay?"

You nodded, and took off your underwear before as you waited for him.

He came back, at last, and pulled your hair up in a ponytail before picking you up, and you wrapped your arms around him as he carried you off.

"You're coming in with me, right?" you asked him, hiding your face in his neck. "Not gonna let me in alone."

Bucky kissed your shoulder.

"I just got you, sweetheart," he hummed. "You really think I'm going to just let you go?"

You giggled.

Five minutes later you were relaxing in the bubbly warm water, resting against his chest.

Bucky cleaned you up very slowly between your legs, knowing how sensitive you were, and scrubbed your body with a fluffy loofah everywhere.

You didn't even realise you had fallen asleep in his arms until you woke up and you were in his bed.

There was an insistent knocking on his door, and Bucky was moving very slowly to get it.

"I'm awaken," you mumbled. "You can move."

Bucky chuckled, walking away from you, and you frowned as you reached around his bed.

Where were the pillows?

You sat up, looking at the mattress and gasping.

He only had two pillows?

"What?" Bucky looked at you, carrying boxes inside.

"You only have two pillows!" you looked at him. "Why do you only have two pillows?"

He squinted.

"You know I'm more comfortable sleeping on the floor most days, right?" he asked. "I don't even use the pillows."

That made you pout and he shook his head.

"Do you want me to get you extra pillows for you?" he offered, putting the takeout in front of you."

You nodded, still feeling all sleepy.

"Are you hungry?" you asked.

He shrugged.

"I could use some extra hours of sleep before eating," he told you. "If you're alright with that."

You nodded, falling back to the bed. Oh, your skin was so soft. Had he put lotion on you?

Bucky put the food in the small fridge he had in the corner and crawled back to the bed with you, wrapping his arms around you and holding you close again.

"Sleep now," you nuzzled his neck. "Food later."

He just hummed along, kissing your cheek softly.

Oh, you could get used to this.

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[teethkid67]

If we're complimenting block party I love block party so much. I actually forgot that you created it for a while for some reason 'that cool guy teeth I very occasionally talk to IamTy about' and 'guy who created Block Party' got separated in my head but. It's one of my favorite aus ever. I love the idea of this very normal, very american suburb just completely fraying at the seems and rotting away under the weight of this horrible horrible stuff. I love that the final control room is just Eret's living room. I love the fact that he has to lay down plastic tarps for the blood. I love how fucking wrong the revival method is and how much they have to handle the corpses. I love that Wilbur->Ghostbur->Revivebur is a product of his corpse being poorly handled repeatedly. I love that there's a disconnect between the rest of the world and the neighbourhood. I love honestly everything you do with Dream I feel like the setting and your handling of him just amplifies what I liked about his character in the first place.

YOU ARE INSANE. YOU ARE SO SO KIND HOWDY ODITY TJODITY THIS IS SO SWEETTTTTTT

i love the way the death cycle fucks up time ...... the whole wilbur->ghostbur->revivebur thing ... fundy ages up bc of it as well ..... idk . i love real life huge actions with real life huge consequences and fusing realism with an inherently unrealistic plot and setting . i love taking shit like minecraft death and revival and putting it into real life stuff . idk . minecraft but like if you had a gun . how do you make a magical Prison thats impossible to get in and out of in real life? thats some dudes basement . how do you make a practically unkillable death machine in real life Armored jeep . idk block party my beloved ... i and co-author (shoutout havok) are so glad to see it alive and well in 2024 . in the wise words of mr havok

[glorioustidalwavedefendor]

The medical staff dismissed this as implausible.

I hope all medical staff that dismisses pateints/relatives warnings/hints about medical odities etc., die a horrible painfull death

And I know you think I am over reacting

But I have heard so many trauma stories that would not have happened if the person or their family had been listened to

The first fucking medical trauma story I heard wenn I was 3 years old

Neighbour kid who was a year older then me didn't talk

Becasue she had been traumatized so badly that she had stoped talking

Again, she was fucking 4!

And had already such bad madical trauma becasue her parenst had been dimsissed that she had stoped TALKING!

HORRIBLE PAINFULL DEATH

Nicole Cliffe has a whole twitter thread about funny/horrifying anaesthesia stories that you should read all of, but this is definitely my favourite  

[fka-le-corbeau-noir]

Witches with big snake energie bitches @will_witch_ 🐍 . . . #witch #witches #sorcièredefrance #malewitch #snake #taxidermy #odities #death #deathwitch #witchcraft #witchaesthetic #deadanimal #reptile #wicca #wiccan #gaywitch #occult https://www.instagram.com/p/Bycm5eOiKic/?igshid=q9azuixd3bs4

[barbaracleboy]

Bugtober Day 30: Nightmare

I tried doing something a little creative with this: freaky, nightmare-y monster versions of some of my OCs! I tried to base these off of what I consider their worst traits (as in, what could potentially cause them the most trouble).

Nightmare Kiri: Beast of Rage

A menace motivated seemingly only by blind fury, it will crawl around and relentlessly assault any that come near or try to interact with it. No matter how much damage is dealt, it seems that no amount of punishment can quell the rage within it: it will attack until its victim gets away, its victim dies, or it dies.

Nightmare Leap: Beast of Ignorance

A ball of sharp fluff with long, grasping arms and eyes on its wings, the mannerisms of this creature imply that it means no harm. However, as it clambers around towards whatever it feels with its proboscis it will trample over and damage everything, living and inanimate, including itself. Somehow, it doesn’t seem to understand pain, and will heal from all but the greatest of wounds.

Nightmare Oditi: Beast of Fear

Though this flying mass of fungus is monstrous, it has no apparent intent to attack others: on the contrary, it will freeze up as soon as it senses any form of conflict, and will shortly after fly away. However, in this fleeing it will leave behind spores with dangerous effects that will grow into hazardous mushrooms. Despite its cowardice it does seem to have certain desires, as it will stare at unsuspecting pairs of bugs from afar until noticed, at which point it will flee.

Nightmare Spidder: Beast of Chaos

An uncontrollable creature whose many mouths simultaneously leak strong, sticky poisons and strange, alluring tunes. It jumps around seemingly at random, and the only way to influence it is to attack it: once it has found something it wishes to (including eating other creatures), there is no apparent way to stop it or hold it back. Supposedly a bond must be formed with the monster if one wishes to control it, but few if any are willing (or perhaps even able) to form such a bond.

Nightmare Max: Beast of Exploitation

This half-machine monster uses the large ball of compound eyes on top of it to scope its surroundings out for any nearby bugs that are dead or near death. Once it has found a target it will fly towards them and use its sharp, metallic claws to tear them to pieces, keeping whatever it deems to be most valuable. It will then crush what is left to dust before moving off to do it again elsewhere.

[thirdbasedumpsterfire]

Voicemail

TW: Murder, Death, Mourning, Mention of suicide, Violence, Language

Jay mourns his loss

Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/26712880

The wind rustled the leaves gently as they fell from dying branches. Beneath them sat a boy holding his phone. His face was laden with silent tear tracks dried then rehydrated ten times over. He was so tired. He wanted to go home. He didn't go home. Instead he sighed and played the voice message again.

“Hey Jay, I know you’re asleep right now, but I wanted to say goodbye. Tell my dad that I love him, okay? And don’t worry, this is going to be really cool when it hits the news. I don’t know -Third Base- if I’ll come back, but if I don’t you guys have to win the season for me, alright? Thanks man, bye.” Looking to the horizon all jay could do was think.

He heard about the fire almost immediately. It was practically all over the news! “Local woman found dead of unnatural causes after housefire! Foul play suspected!” All the local stations were talking about it. There wasn't a person in town who didn’t know. The funeral was scheduled in a few weeks. He didn't plan on going. He was a little surprised anyone was. Surprised? Angry? Relieved? He wasn't honestly sure anymore. People were giving him a lot more space lately. Usually his parents would be on him about going out and socializing. He’d have to try to talk to people more often and act more outgoing. In that moment though Doby had changed everything.

He learned a few things in the aftermath of it all. People gave him more space to grieve than he expected. There were people who actually liked Karen, at least enough to go to her funeral. Doby’s dad was one of them. Even after everything he cared enough about his ex-wife to rsvp to her wake. He learned the way death really rattled small towns. He’d never considered his town too small but the whole community was reacting to what happened. it was rare anything like this happened and when death did occur it was always the elderly. There would be community wide mourning for them but nothing’s quite as bone shaking as murder.

It was definitely murder. Everyone in town knew it. Sure house fires happened, but there were no screams. There were rumors of a robbery but as far as anyone knows nothing was stolen. The body was also strange. No photos were released to the public but small towns find a way. There were leaked stories of serious head trauma, even rumors of decapitation! He wasn't sure about all that. It sounded too fantastical to be real, but he knew there was something up for sure.

He sighed playing the voicemail again. “Hey Jay, I know you’re asleep right now, but I wanted to say goodbye. Tell my dad that I love him, okay? And don’t worry, this is going to be really cool when it hits the news. I don’t know -Third Base- if I’ll come back, but if I don’t you guys have to win the season for me, alright? Thanks man, bye.” Third base. Baseball practice was cancelled for a while while they while they tried to find a replacement for... Third base...

He had said that. Why did he say that? He always had his tics, that was one of them, but why then? Why would that be his tic? Why in that moment would he be thinking about practice? Why was he thinking about Jay?... Why was the last thing he thought to do before doing the unthinkable... call Jay?

Head in his hands he played it again. “Hey Jay, I know you’re asleep right now, but I wanted to say goodbye. Tell my dad that I love him, okay? And don’t worry, this is going to be really cool when it hits the news. I don’t know -Third Base- if I’ll come back, but if I don’t you guys have to win the season for me, alright? Thanks man, bye.”

It’ll be cool. Jay choked back a fresh wave of tears. His eyes were already red and puffy. He didn't want to cry anymore. He had to have run dry of tears but he could feel them sliding down his cheeks yet again. they pooled in his hand as he sobbed. How could it be cool? Why would he think this was cool? Why? why? why? why? why? why?

Emotions flowed through his as random as the current of the river. He’d be flooded with anger, the sadness, then loss, then numbness, then he’d be crying again. Still listening to that message over and over again.

It’s not cool. It’s not cool. It’s not cool. It’s not cool. It’s not cool! This wasn't cool! Seeing Adam Lambert in concert was cool! Going to the odities museum in New York was cool! Hanging out after practice and play Smash Bros was cool! This was so, so wrong!

He wasn’t even sure what he was more angry about. Was it the fact that he killed his mom? Was it that Doby was gone? Was it that he never asked for help? Was it the tone of the message just being so damn casual? Was it him thinking to tell Jay in the first place? Jay knew he did it. He wasn’t sure if the police did but he knew for sure. The message that had been in his pocket since that night was all the proof he needed. Doby was a fucking murderer!

His eyes glazed with fresh tears and he leaned back against nothing staring skyward. He just wanted to sit in the woods, as far away from the baseball field as possible, and think. Really he didn't even want to do that. He just wanted to stop thinking and fade into nothingness, but that wasn't an option. So he sat on a log far enough off the trail that he wouldn't have to deal with hikers but close enough that he wouldn't get lost.

Part of him wanted to though. To run into the woods so far that he would never be found again. It was a pull, a need! He needed to be one with the trees and the mountainside. He needed to disappear. He needed to fade away. Not even to die. He just wanted to fade. Unfortunately with a will he was sure existed he stayed put exactly where he had been seemingly since that night.

Sure he may have gone about his day. He may have slept in his room and gone to class. He may have been in town but he was never really there. He walked among them a ghost. His soul was only whole, only real, there in there woods. He wasn't even sure why but ever since that night he kept coming back to the woods. he’d just sit from after school to sunset and all day over the weekend. He sat and played the message again.

“Hey Jay, I know you’re asleep right now, but I wanted to say goodbye. Tell my dad that I love him, okay? And don’t worry, this is going to be really cool when it hits the news. I don’t know -Third Base- if I’ll come back, but if I don’t you guys have to win the season for me, alright? Thanks man, bye.” He never told. He knew he should. The police may not suspect Doby but if they knew what Jay did they would. Doby was officially reported missing a few days after. His dad was really torn up about it. If Jay had any handle on his emotions he’d try to help the poor guy. He just lost his entire family. He even seemed torn up at Karen’s death. Mr. Doggers planned to move away after the funeral. No one could really blame him. How would he feel if he knew his son was a murderer?

Jay didn't want that to happen. He knew it was wrong, even illegal to hide evidence like this, but he just couldn't do it. Doby had lost so much and now Jay had lost Doby. He was already gone so why ruin what was left of him? Why ruin Doby’s name? Why ruin the fact that they were best friends?

He looked to the ground and tried his best to breath through his stuffy nose. Of course he missed Doby it went without saying. He missed their close bond. He missed playing baseball together. He missed the way his freckles would move around when he smiled. He missed getting teased for how easily he blushes. He missed the way Doby’s eyes lit up and his hands flapping when he was excited.

That was the Doby he remembered. That was Doby. This message wasn’t Doby! It just couldn’t be! Doby was better than this! Doby was... Jay sighed looking to the tree top he noticed the stars revealing themselves for the night. It was time to go inside... Moving slightly he took a breath let the tears flow down his face and hit play again...

~ Mod Vilet

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Moribund Deity

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[redacted-coiner]

A deity term for a deity of death ? Thank thee !

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