#He's just my silly psychopathic boyfriend and brother guy's

[suicidal-coffin-boy]

I haven't posted about Tcoaal for a long time and i apologize for that

But yeah I saw the new stuff too and

Andrew you manipulative bastard bro did our girlie Julia dirty like that

I find the second image of Andrew so intensely hot for some reason,It's like he's found his prey,It just does things within me

Why can't he do that to me instead

[thatkidwhodreams]

Blind Date

Warnings: Some swearing, remember texts are in bold and italics

Masterlist

Summary: Your best friend has set you up on a date with a mystery man how will you take it?

Word Count: 2136

“WHAT?!!”

You had just heard the news from your dear friend Lorelai that she had set you up to go on a blind date with one of her other friends. To say you were pissed would have been an understatement.

“I would like to apologise, but you did always talk about how lonely you were and how you didn’t want to die alone. The funny thing is this guy I’ve set you up with is exactly the same and I wanted to put you both out of your misery.” She smiled sweetly.

You wanted to slap that smile right off her face. She knew that you hated the concept of blind dates. You didn’t like how it was a complete stranger and imagine a first date gone bad with an ugly man. Who in the world would want that? Not to mention the embarrassment you’d both feel if things didn’t work out. What if it was a fine man who looked like Massimo from that Netflix movie and you looked like a mere unattractive woman.

There were a lot of thoughts which went through your head as you thought whether the idea of a blind date would be good. You didn’t see what you had to lose but there were a lot of things that could go wrong. Especially with you watching blind date videos on YouTube and seeing how they always ended up having the deadest conversations with one another. You definitely did not want that. You’d rather talk to yourself than with someone who couldn’t keep a conversation going (which you had done multiple times) it was just exhausting having to think of something to get the other person to think of something to say that wasn’t “yeah”, “me too”, “okay”, “cool” or “same” the list could have gone on. 

“I’ll think about it. What’s this guy’s name anyway?” You asked. 

She looked at her nails and said “his name is Shawn, don’t worry he’s fine as hell. Your typical Prince Charming tall, dark and handsome.” 

“Hey, I thought I was the one going on this date with him. The way you make him out to be does not sound too bad at all.” You said as you nodded your head. Her mini description of him checked all the boxes for a perfect man in your head. But the real question was whether he had dead convo or not. 

“So say I did go, when is this thing scheduled?”

“Tomorrow.” Lorelai replied. “You honestly don’t have much time to think. Besides you wouldn’t want to let Prince Charming down. I’ve already sent him a picture of you because he was curious and he liked what he was seeing. You are a sight for sore eyes sis.” 

“So you can show him a pic of me without my permission but I don’t know what on earth he looks like? At least you know him and he’s not a complete stranger.” You said, sighing.

“Oh, silly me. I mean I was waiting till you actually met him so you can faint but I guess you can see a picture now.” She pulled out her phone and searched for the so-called Prince in her camera roll. 

She turned the phone to you and you are indeed impressed. It looked like a picture taken not so long ago, Shawn appeared to have the most beautiful chocolate curls which hung from his head into his face. He did need a bit of a haircut but if this date became something more you would tell him. His 6’2 frame wasn’t that tall compared to your 5’10 one but you knew you would have giant kids one day. 

You instantly shook your head and started questioning why you were thinking about a future with him all of a sudden. This was just going to be a tester that would most likely not work out. You laughed at how you thought of yourself ever being with someone was an experiment like you and the one who would date you were lab rats for your own scientific experiments.

You stood up and you heard your phone chime. You looked at the message and it appeared to be from an unknown number. 

Unknown: Hey x

The message read. You were really confused as to why anyone would say hey to you with an x. You were a grown woman for crying out loud, not some teen trying to score a date. You quickly replied.

You: I’m sorry, can I ask who this is? You may have the wrong number. This is not your teenage girlfriend.

After sending the message you groaned. Lorelai looked up and asked what was wrong you told her that a random number was texting you and as soon as you said that she had a look of realisation on her face.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, I forgot to tell-“

“I swear Lorelai if you forget to tell me anything else I will kick you out of my house and I will stand that friend of yours up. Would you like that, huh?” 

Lorelai straightened up and to say she looked terrified was an understatement.

“Start talking NOW!” You shouted. The audacity of the bitch honestly, she set you up on some date and doesn’t reveal the whole package that comes with it.

“I may have also given Shawn your number so he can contact you. You know, get to know each other a little so you know that one of you isn’t a psychopath.” 

You shook your head and looked down at your phone as you received another message from the unknown number.

Unknown: I’m sorry, is this not Y/N? My apologies if it isn’t but I’ll have you know that I’m not a teenager! I‘m a grown ass man who thought this was my date. Also this is Shawn”

You managed to laugh at that response. Lorelai stared at you with a smile and said “so you’re getting it on now eh?”

“We are not getting anything on! Now go away”

“Lorelai held her hands up and said “sorry, sorry”

You quickly saved the number to your contacts as Shawn and responded to his message.

You: I’m sorry I thought you were someone else. Yes this is Y/N. Lorelai told me so much about you.

You tried to appear as friendly as possible seeing as you hadn’t gotten off to a good start.

Shawn: Same here. I must say you’re a sight for sore eyes. I cannot wait to meet you tomorrow.

You were flattered by his comments even though Lorelai had just told you exactly the same thing. Were you really a sight for sore eyes? You thought, maybe you really did have a chance of this becoming something more. You quickly typed.

You: Me neither I’ll be counting the minutes.

You might have just lied to him a little. You were counting the hours, but the hours left until disaster. You decided to head to bed and Lorelai insisted on staying the night to help you get ready. You were still a little annoyed at her so you told her to sleep on the sofa even though you had space on the bed.

The next morning, you were dreading getting up because that meant hours of panic and a day with Lorelai was enough, you didn’t need another.

You grabbed your phone and saw that Shawn had texted you.

Shawn: Good morning beautiful❤️

That was sweet. No one had ever done that for you before, yes you had been lonely your whole life. You replied.

You: Good morning.

You didn’t exactly know what else to do than to say it back. You were also testing to see if he cared enough to carry on a conversation and not just leave it at that. 

Shawn: 660 minutes and 30 seconds

You were a little confused so you checked the time and it was nearly 8:00. You googled how much time from 8:00 to 19:00 and indeed it was 660 minutes. 

You: Wow you’ve been counting haven’t you.

Shawn: I would love to say I have but just like you probably just did, I googled it.

You laughed. This man was exactly like you were. You sent him a short message of see you later and :D which was a little weird but you had to get ready.

Shawn had brightened your mood a little when the devil herself Lorelai walked in and bothered your spirits. 

“Good Morninnnggggg, I hope you slept well bitch because you’ve got a big day ahead of you. Plus I don’t wanna see no eye bags.” She said and you rolled your eyes.

“Leave me and my eye bags alone okay. It’s part of the luggage.” You laughed at your little joke. “Get it bags, luggage?” Lorelai only shook her head.

“Get in the shower now bitch you stink.” She said as she shoved you inside the shower. You didn’t take long in the shower usually but just to annoy her this time you took half an hour. Lorelai started banging on the door and you knew you had gotten to her. 

Somehow the devil managed to pick the lock and invade your shower. She opened the curtains and you screamed and turned the shower head to her. She shrieked and held her hand out as if it would do anything. You quickly turned the shower off and grabbed your towel to cover up quickly. 

“What the fuck Y/N?!” 

“What the fuck me?! What the fuck you?! Why did you do that?”

“You were taking too long! Jeez I didn’t know it was a crime to pick locks nowadays.” Lorelai said as she rolled her eyes.

“Actually yes it is a freaking crime! Are you stupid? How many people have you done that to?” You asked

“No one, just you. And my boyfriend, and that guy that came to use my bathroom after we fucked. Oh and my brother because he deserved it.” She laughed.

You gasped and shook your head. You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. The devil has been nominated for the peeping Tom award. You came out of the bathroom and told her to get out so you could change. 

You walked around in comfortable clothes for the next few hours. Every hour Shawn would send you a message and it would be him counting the minutes left till you met. Your heart fluttered every time you received a text from him.

It was nearing 6pm when you decided to get ready. You got out your favourite black dress and red heels. You could never go wrong with black. Lorelai helped you with your makeup, you weren’t sure how you managed to trust her with your face but it happened.

You received another message from Shawn but this time it wasn’t how many minutes you had till your date it was.

Shawn: Hey muffin I’m coming to pick you up in 10 minutes.

You: Muffin? And how do you know where I live?

Shawn: Lorelai gave me your address. Don’t worry she only gave it to me for the purpose of the date not so I can stalk you. Although I did look at your house through google maps and damn Y/N when can we move in together?

You burst out laughing when Shawn sent you this message. You didn’t know he could be so funny. You couldn’t wait for this date to happen. You looked at yourself in the mirror and thought you looked good. All that was left was for you to wait for Shawn. 

For the next 10 minutes you and Lorelai were busy making microwaved brownies and boy did that shit burn badly. You both managed to laugh away your sadness as you were both looking forward to eating some when you heard a knock on the door.

You opened the door to find a figure towering over you. You looked up to find Shawn with a handful of roses and he handed them over to you. You said a quick ‘thank you’ as you examined him. His hair was nicely styled but still long as ever. His red suit coordinated with your black dress and you could not forget the bright smile which stood on his face. He was absolutely breathtaking and you were stunned when you saw him do a quick bow and proceed to speak.

“Well my beautiful muffin, shall we?” You took his hand as he led you to his car. You both got in and you couldn’t fight the smile on your face. Shawn appeared to be in the same boat as you were as he couldn’t stop looking at you. You blushed a little until he started the car and you drove off to your destination.

Part 2?

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^^This is where I clocked that I don’t have friends😂.

A/N: I really enjoyed writing this hence why I love this with all my heart. Yes I am 5′10. I actually laughed a few times whilst writing this. Do you think it’s creepy that Shawn was counting the minutes? I find it really sweet that people actually like my writing, so thank you. Tell me what you think, feedback is always appreciated I don’t bite I promise❤️. 

[anniekwit]

“You are a special human being”

This is an AU I thought about where Seven didn’t steal Saeran from the hospital and... well... you’ll see...  This is the first part.

The Konyang University Hospital is, how the name itself says, both an university and a hospital. Here people with mental illnesses are brought and treated, and students in their last year of studies can come and learn about different illnesses and the ones that graduated can have an actual job here if they want to.

That is the case of Shin Yin, a young woman who just graduated from University. She decided to get a job at the Konyang Hospital because that’s the place where her older twin sister was hospitalized. Even though she knew her sister was safe and her teachers and colleagues would take good take of her, Yin wanted to be there for her, to be there with her, to make her feel normal and safe, to show her that she didn’t do anything wrong.

“But then… Why am I here, Yin-shi?” the short girl asked her sister with a confused look. “If I didn’t do anything wrong, why did they bring me here?...”

“Yun, listen…” the blue-eyed woman took her sister’s hands into hers and looked at her. “You are here because someone harmed you, you know that. And we just want to make the pain disappear, do you understand?” then she smiled. “You will be able to go outside without thinking about bad things. Don’t you want that?”

“I can go outside?... And no one will ever drug me… Or hit me again?...” Yun looked at her sister with hope in her now shiny eyes.

“Yes. You can go and be happy with that boy you love… What was his name?”

“Saeyoung… Saeyoung Choi…” she smiled and looked at the teddy bear next to her and at the flowers that her boyfriend brought.

“Oh, yeah! Silly me… But as I said, you will be able to do that. I promise.”

The girls spent time together and felt as if they were young again, as if they were the younger teenagers they were before college and… before the incident… But they were interrupted by a young man with red hair, golden eyes, glasses and… a robo-cat.

“You must be Saeyoung, right?” asked Yin smiling.

“Yes. And I think that you are Yin, Yun’s sister.” he said being happy that he can see his girlfriend smile again.

They got to know each other and spent time with the robo-cat that Saeyoung made… until Yin had to leave. I mean, she isn’t just a visitor, she is actually working in this place and has her own other patients too.

While walking on the corridor she met one of her colleagues who had a wound on her forehead.

“What happened?! Are you alright?” Yin asked, being worried.

“A-Ah, it’s fine don’t worry… It was my fault… I got too close... B-But it’s alright!” her colleague tried to calm her down, but her voice was actually trembling… she was hit in her head with something that could almost hurt her eye.

“It all happened because of that psychopath. That boy that was brought by the CEO of C&R. He is beyond repair, why doesn’t anyone see that?” said a nurse, the one that was helping the injured doctor.

“No patient is beyond repair… Maybe something really horrible happened to him and he just can’t accept other people… Where is he?...” asked Yin, with a calm but worried tone, she, in fact, didn’t like what the nurse said. People in this hospital are here because of something, right? Maybe the poor boy lived a life that was so awful and now he doesn’t want to experience something like that again.

“Miss Shin…” started the doctor “He is in the 838 room, but don’t go there yet. He was sedated. I am so sorry, we didn’t have a choice, but he is too violent…”

“I understand… I want to be notified as soon as he wakes up. I want to see that boy. I want to know what happened to him and I really wish to help him.” said Yin, now wanting to know and help that boy, because she knows that he deserves to be helped. “Now please excuse me, I must go.” and then she left.

 Some days have passed but the young woman didn’t hear about the boy. She was both angry and disappointed because she asked nicely to be told when the boy woke up, but people just… they just didn’t do that, so she took this in her own hands and went to the director of the hospital.

“Greetings, miss Shin. May I help you with something?” he asked with a calm tone, he is a nice guy and he really wants everyone to be able to do what they want.

“Good afternoon, mister Park. I’m sorry for bothering you, but I wanted to ask you something.” said Yin while she was taking a seat.

“Of course, miss Shin. I’m listening.”

“I heard that there’s a boy in room 838. And I heard that he was violent and harmed one of the doctors. May I ask how he is now?”

The room remained silent for a few seconds, and then mister Park sighted.

“The boy from room 838… His name is Choi Saeran, a 22 years old young man. He was brought here by mister Han, Jumin Han, some weeks ago. As far as we know from his brother and mister Han, Saeran has childhood trauma, he had some weird substances in his body and now he has trust issues and paranoia. We are trying to find more things about him, but he just won’t let anyone come any closer to him. That boy… He harmed 3 doctors until now and 7 doctors gave up on him, even though they tried to help him. I am concerned and I was thinking about discharging him or moving him to an other hospital, but mister Han told not to do so. I guess they want our help, since we are the best in the country and maybe we have nice staff but… We can’t help Saeran if he doesn’t let us do so. When he is alone, he seems to be peaceful, but when anyone tries to approach him…”

“He gets violent and you have to sedate him… I’ve heard…” Yin finished his sentence and sighted. “But I want to help him. I want to be his doctor and attempt to help him. Can I do that? Please?”

The director looked at her and sighted and then he remained silent.

“Okay, I have an idea. You can visit him and befriend him, because now he has already a doctor and we can’t change that now… Plus… I want to try something new with that boy. Maybe he needs a friend, not a doctor.”

 Some hours passed and now Yin was in front of the door of room 838. She took a deep breath and entered the room.

 [Yin pov] I slowly enter the room and I can see a boy, a thin pale boy, with bleached hair and mint eyes. He looks like he didn’t eat in a while… Now he is sitting in his bed and he is starring at the clouds. Should I say anything? Well… I think yes.

“Hello. You’re Saeran, right?” said Yin with a calm voice.

The boy turned around suddenly and starred at her for a few seconds.

“Tch. Are you the new doctor? Don’t these idiots get tired of that?! I WANT TO BE ALONE!” he yelled at her and threw a glass of water at her injuring her arm. “Get out!”

“A-Auch…” Yin put her hand on the wound but didn’t leave yet. “I understand that you don’t want doctors, but that’s not why I’m here… I’m here only to talk with you… I am not a doctor…” she said with a calm voice and calm look in her blue eyes.

“To talk?... With me?...” Saeran looked at her being confused, but she seemed to tell the truth. The young woman wasn’t wearing a doctor outfit, she just had a blue sweater and jeans, plus, her hair was loose and she didn’t have a card on her blouse that contains the word “doctor”.

“But then… Who are you?... Why are you here?... How do you know me?...” he was more scared than before, he was thinking that she is here because of his father, because of the monster that hunted him and his brother since childhood. He didn’t want to die in the hands of his father, he just wanted a life where he could be alone because everyone disappointed him, a life where he could simply watch the clouds and eat ice cream… A life where he could be free and happy…

“Don’t be scared… It happens that my friend was your doctor and she… told me about you… But I know that you are misunderstood, Saeran… And I want to know why are you acting this way and… I want to help you… I want to help you get better… Because I think that I can understand you…” she said with a little smile on her face trying to ignore the pain in her arm.

“You… want to… help… me?... You… think that… you can understand?...” he didn’t hear that from the other doctors before so he was more confused than ever. Why does this woman think that she can help him? What makes her think that she can understand him? Nothing, right? She’s just a stranger… That’s all…

“You’re bleeding.” he suddenly said. “Go and seek help or something. You… can’t help others if you don’t help yourself first.” now the scared and angry face were gone, there was just a blank but calm face.

Yin gave him a small but honest smile. “Alright, I’ll go. But I’ll come back. I promise.” and then she left the room.

While walking to the infirmary she met her old friend, Jumin.

“Jumin? Hey! Long time no see!” she smiled.

“Hello, Yin. You’re right, we haven’t met in such a long time.” he said calmly, as his voice usually is, but her bloody arm caught his attention. “Are you alright? You should see a doctor right now.”

“Mr. Han is right… “said Jaehee. "Let's go to the infirmary…"

Yin smiled at them. "I was going to the infirmary right now. Don't worry about me, I'll be fine. It's just a little thing that will get better soon."

"I understand, but is it something that a patient did to you?..." asked Jaehee, being worried.

"Oh, well…" started Yin, but she was interrupted by Jumin.

"Was it Saeran? I mean, was it Choi Saeran?"

"Jumin… I know that you are the one who brought Saeran here, but it's not his fault…" Yin was worried that something might happen to the poor boy because of her, but he couldn't leave yet… he needs help… and he wants it, but he's too scared…

"Don't worry, Yin. I'll talk to his doctor and to the director. Please excuse me." and he left.

"Don't worry, Yin… Nothing bad will happen to mister Saeran. Mr. Han and I promised to Saeyoung that his brother will be safe." said Jaehee and left as well.

[Yin pov] Did she say… Saeyoung? Wait wait wait… Saeran Choi… Saeyoung Choi… They look alike… DAMN! THEY'RE TWINS!!

 After going to the infirmary, Yin rushed to her sister's salon.

"Yin-shi! Welcome!" Yun smiled at her, being happy to see her again.

"Yun, hello…" Yin hugged her sister and then let her go. "How are you feeling?"

"Great! How about you?" but the smile on her face faded when she noticed the bandaged arm. "What happened to you?! Who did this to you?!"

"Yun, stay calm… I'm fine…"

"No, you're not fine! Tell me what happened!"

Yin sighted. "You know Saeran, right? Saeran Choi…"

Yun turned pale and stared at her sister. "Saeran… did that?... Uh… Now it makes sense… That's why Jumin is here, huh?..."

"N-No, it's not because of that!!... And… seems like you know him…"

"Well, yes… I guess I can tell you what happened… Saeran was at that place where I went. He was brainwashed like me too, but for a much longer period… And much more dosage… He was taught to believe that Saeyoung abandoned him, he grew paranoid and not trusting anyone outside MintEye… It was hard for him when we took him from there… It is even harder to accept that his brother is not how he thought… But I think that he feels abandoned because he brought him here… Even though Saeyoung visits him…. I've heard that Saeran is violent to his doctors… I am afraid that they might move him to an other hospital because of this…"

"Yes, I know that they might do that… That's why I want to help him… He only needs time, Yun-hee…"

 Meanwhile, Jumin was talking to the director of the hospital and Saeran's doctor.

"Mr. Han, we tried medications and sedatives, but Saeran seems to be immune to medications. We can try Electroconvulsive therapy. It is a procedure where we pass a carefully controlled electric current through the brain. It should relieve the depression and psychotic symptoms. Hopefully we can get rid of the violent behavior with it. But we need the consent to actually do that." said Saeran's current doctor.

Jumin hesitated a little and then looked at her. "Are there any risks?" he asked.

"Only a few, but they won't harm him physically and his mental health can't get worse."

"Alright. You can do it. But keep it a secret, please."

"Of course, Mr. Han. We will begin the preparations for the procedure. We promise you that nothing bad will happen."

"Thank you." then he said goodbye and left with his assistant.

 [Saeran pov] I was sitting in this damn salon when suddenly the nurses came and gave me a sedative. I think that it was a stronger one because I fell asleep after that. But… Where am I now?... What is this room?... What are the things that I’m connected to?... What are these idiots doing to me?!

“Miss! Miss, we have a problem!” a nurse screamed. “The patient woke up!”

“What?! Didn’t I tell you to give him the strongest sedative?!” the doctor yelled.

“I did!... I don’t know why he woke up!”

“It doesn’t matter. We should do the procedure now! The machine is already ready!”

“But Miss…”

“Do it!”

The nurses tried to hold Saeran as the doctor approached them with the machine. Saeran was more and more scared, he didn’t understand what was happening so he tried to escape and hit the nurses wherever he could.

“Stop it, you psychopath! We’re trying to help you! And this is the only way to do so!” said his doctor with an angry tone and put the machine on Saeran’s head.

A loud scream filled the room and the hall, the electric current that passed his brain hurt Saeran more than anything, especially because he was awake. Tears were running down his cheeks and then he fell unconscious.

 Some days passed, Yun was discharged and the only reason why both Yin and Saeyoung kept visiting the hospital every single day was Saeran. Yes, you may ask “But isn’t Yin working there? She should be there every day.” but no, she should come only in certain days because she has 2 patients that don’t need 24/7 support, the hospital’s management decided that she shouldn’t have too much work since it’s her first year. But unfortunately for Yin and Saeyoung… they are not allowed to see Saeran. They kept asking why but no one would answer them.

Finally, Yin thought of something. She went to the hospital in her work day and then entered Saeran’s room using her ID card, that can open any room. She found him sitting in his bed, like he usually does but… he doesn’t seem to notice that she is here.

“Saeran?... Hey…” she talked with a quiet and calm voice; she didn’t want to scare him.

Saeran didn’t move, he was starring at the wall. Yin got closer and turned him around.

“Saeran-shi… Did something happen?...”

Saeran looked at her with a blank but innocent face.

“Who is Saeran?...” he was confused.

“You are… Saeran… What happened to you?...”

“Am I?... I can’t remember who I am…”

Yin looked around the room and found some medicine that is given to people who went through ECT. She thought a little and realized what happened to him.

“Uh… You… You are a special human being… A human who was too innocent for this awful world…” she gave him a weak sad smile. And he… he smiled back. “I have to go, alright? But I’ll be back soon.”

“Alright.” the boy replied with a calm face.

When Yin arrived at the door, she felt her hand being taken in someone’s hands so she turned around her head and looked at Saeran who was holding her hand.

“Hey, Miss… When you will be back… Can you bring some ice cream?... I really want ice cream…” he said with an almost silent voice, he was afraid to ask since the nurses would yell at him and slap him, but he felt like she won’t ever yell at or hurt him.

“Of course, Saeran-shi… Which flavor do you like the most?...”

“I… I like the strawberry one…”

[so-small]

Connor Murphy x Reader: Scars

soulmate au where you get scars in the same places as your soulmate

words: 1601

warnings: self harm, swearing, mentions of suicide, somewhat angsty(?)

     Another day, another scar appeared on your wrist. It was normal to you, but it made it still made you worry. You would worry about your soulmate. It started in your early teens, getting more marks on your arms almost on the daily. 

    “Hey (Y/N) it happened again. You got few marks.” Your friend Zoe pointed out. The two of you were in the middle of a Princess Diaries movie marathon at her house. You shrugged, looking down at your wrist. “How can you be so calm knowing that your soulmate is hurting themselves like that?” 

   “They’ve been doing it for awhile, there’s nothing I can do until I meet them. Anyways how’s it going with Evan?”  You changed the topic, hoping to make her drop it. You knew how much she liked to talk about Evan. 

   Zoe turned a bright crimson, “It’s going really good. He asked if he and his friends can sit with us at lunch. I said yes, I hope that’s okay...” She looked down at her lap and said more softly, “I’m really happy he’s mine.”  

   “I know, I’m glad you guys finally realized you were soulmates. I could see that even without your scars.” You smiled to her and returned to watching your movie.

   You were getting ready to head home when there was a loud thump followed by a “fuck”. Zoe and Mr. Murphy quickly rushed you out to the car so they could drive you home before he got worse.

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  Connor was mad at himself. He couldn’t stop the bleeding coming from his arms. Normally it would stop not long after he cleansed his cuts, but today it just wasn’t stopping. He lost his temper and threw his copy of Fahrenheit 451 across the room and shouted, “Fuck”  in frustration. He threw himself into his bed, flipping the covers over his head. He sighed and drifted into sleep, hoping that in the morning it will have stopped. 

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  Lunch rolled around before you knew it, and you headed to your table where Zoe, Evan, and someone who you assumed to be Evan’s friend were already sitting. You took a seat, and tried to process the conversation that was going on. “And then I was like, ‘I love your new haircut, it’s very school shooter chic’  and he went off on me like some sort of freak.” 

   “Yeah he’s a psychopath, I’m sorry.” Zoe apologized, “He was super cranky this morning too, like crankier than usual.” Zoe then noticed your presence, “Hey (Y/N)!”  

   “Hi Zoe, hi Evan. Who’s this?” You questioned, motioning to the dark haired guy with glasses. 

   He perked up, “I’m Jared, but you can call me your next boyfriend.” 

  “Got any scars?”  You asked, motioning to his arms.

   “No but who cares about that silly soulmate stuff when you could have a-” 

   You held your hands up to stop him. “Not interested, who are we talking about?”  Trying to shift the conversation from Jared’s awkward flirting, you decided to ask about the strange conversation. 

   “Just my brother,”  Zoe rubbed her temples trying to calm herself, “He pushed Evan down earlier too.”  

    Evan started to ramble, “Oh it’s fine, but not like I like getting pushed down kind of fine. I don’t like getting pushed down- I’m not some kind of masochist or something. I don’t like pain, I hate pain-” He stopped himself to the catch his breath. 

   “Zoe, are you sure he’s okay? He seemed to be having a rough time last night. He didn’t even come down to tell us to shut up.” 

    She rolled her eyes, “Connor’s fine.” 

   “As fine as a freak can be.” Jared laughed. “Guy seriously has issues.” As if on a cue, Connor was walking past when Jared was talking. When he approached you caught a slight metallic scent.

    “Oh, so you saw me come in and decided to start trashing me again so I’d get angry, well it’s not going to work. I’m not a freak, you’re the freak,” His eyes grew clouded with frustration as he stormed off. 

   Conflicted, you excused yourself and followed out to the taller Murphy sibling. You weaved through the halls, following the footsteps. You turned the corner and the footsteps stopped, but Connor was nowhere in sight. You looked around and failed to find him. You walked out the nearest exit and leaned against the wall, sinking to the ground with a sigh. 

   “Oh great, you came after me to make more fun of me. Well go ahead, give me your worst.” A familiar voice said filled with irritation. You looked up to see Connor Murphy’s face, almost filled with sadness? “It’s the last chance you’ll get anyways.” 

   Shocked, your eyes widened, “Connor, what do you mean last chance?” 

  “I mean it all ends tonight, I don’t have to deal with this harassment, and the world won’t need to deal with me anymore.” He chipped at his black nail polish.

  “Connor-” 

  “Don’t ‘Connor’ me.” He said, using a high-pitched nasally voice to imitate yours when he said his name. “It doesn’t matter. You shouldn’t care anyways, I’ve never been nice to you. All you know me for is screaming at you and Zoe to shut up when you have your movie marathons.” 

  “Connor, we both know that’s not all I know you from-” 

   “Right I forgot to mention that when you stay over for dinner you get to witness me yelling at my parents.”  He uncomfortably shifted, “See, you really won’t be missing anything once I’m gone. Everyone’s lives will be better without me.”  

   “Connor shut up and listen to me, God damn it!” You shrieked, trying to get a word in. He shrank and looked at you like he was a kicked puppy. “Connor, don’t you remember that one time when Zoe and I were ten and you were eleven?” He blankly stared at you, “Zoe and I were playing tag and I tripped over and scraped right above my temple. You’re parents weren’t home and we couldn’t reach the band aids or anything. I thought I was going to die of blood loss.”  

   “I remember,” Connor said, a smile starting to form, “Zoe went to the neighbor to get some, but the lady offered her cookies and she couldn’t resist. I found you crying in the bathroom, you really did think you were going to die. I got the band aids down and cleaned up your forehead for you.” 

   “Mhm, and I was still crying because when I got hurt my mom would always kiss them better. I didn’t think I was going to get better if she didn’t kiss it better.”

   Connor turned beet red, recalling the next part, he sheepishly scratched his head, “So I, uhm, I,” he lowered his head and mumbled, “I kissed it to make it better.” 

    “I stopped crying almost immediately.”  

    “I bet you regret that now.” He pushed his hair back and laughed, “Now you’d probably start crying if I kissed you- er, I mean if I tried to kiss a wound,”  

    Your eyes widened as you caught a glimpse of a scar above his right temple, exactly where yours was. You felt your scar, almost as you were making sure you still had a scar there, “Connor,” you put your hand on his arm and rolled up his sleeves to reveal his arm covered in scars, “You,” you motioned to your arm and forehead scar, “Did you know?” He nodded, “How long have you known?” 

   “Since that day...”  He pulled his sleeve back down.

   “Why didn’t you tell me?”  

   “You would’ve been disappointed. Heck, you probably are. Sorry you got left with a freak like me.” 

   “Connor,” You started, “I’m not disappointed that you’re my soulmate.” 

   “Bullshit. You’re face says it all.”

    “I’m not disappointed that you’re my soulmate, I’m disappointed that you hurt yourself so much. I’m disappointed that you felt that way. I’m disappointed that you want to-. Am I not good enough for you? You knew, and you still planned to- to kill yourself?” 

    Connor gaped at your saddened form, the tears forming in your eyes, the sincerity in your voice. “God, no.” He took a step towards you and wrapped you in a big hug. “That’s not it at all. God, no. I-,I didn’t tell you because I was afraid. But I-, you can do so much better than me, soulmate or not. You’d be able to date anyone you want to.” 

  “I doubt that. And even if I could I don’t want to.” You looked down, “I’ve liked you way before I knew this. You know I gushed for years about you to Zoe.” 

  “Really? God, you must think I’m the worst soulmate ever, leaving you with scars all over the place, planning on committing suicide, knowing and not telling you.” 

  “Connor it’s okay, I get it. We’re going to figure this out together.” You hugged back, “That is if you plan to stick around with me...” You looked up into his eyes.

    A sudden rush hit you as Connor’s lips crashed against yours, you kissed back and your lips moved together as time seemed to stop in place. As you separated he looked down to you with a small grin, “As long as I can keep doing that.” You answered by pressing your lips back against his. “Then what kind of man would I be if I said no to my soulmate.” He said with a cheesy smile, “I’m so happy you aren’t disappointed.”

   “I’m so happy that I found you when I did.” You muttered burying your head in his chest.

[moekyah]

Exo as Yandere

Warning: Smut, Angst, Dark theme and Violence cause you know…YANDERE. I also do not any gif. Anyway thank you for reading, please enjoy~!

Baekhyun : The Hyde and Jekyll Type :

His smile is feign with innocence. Charming and popular, Baekhyun would use his amiable personality to approach you. His objective was simple, slowly earn your trust and soon your heart. It wasn’t that hard to become friends with you through his sense of humour. And it is even easier since the both of you have so many common interest, like playing video games or nerding out about movies. But it was frustrating to be stuck in a friend zone within your heart for such a long time. Baekhyun may seem like a gentle and loving person to you but it’s all a facade. Deep down the other part of him was surging to come out. It couldn’t wait to make you his. No matter what type of competitions he have. In the end you would always came back to Baekhyun. After all he is your best friend. Your one and only soulmate.

“Don’t cry Y/N, He is a fool for leaving you. He doesn’t deserve you at all. You can cry on my shoulders as much as you want. I will always be here for you.”

“You think Y/N would believe you? I have known her for such a long time. With these pictures who do you think she will believe? This is just the beginning you know. If you don’t break up with Y/N, I will make sure you wish you were dead.”

Minseok : The Big Brother Type :

The first time when you’d met Minseok, you can’t help but to fall for him. He is very attractive after all, flirty and confident, yet still a gentleman, who wouldn’t fall for someone like Minseok? But because he was much older than you and surely more experience. You had gave up and dismiss all of your feelings as a simple crush. Minseok didn’t help out though, even though you were just a little sister to him. He had teased you to no end, making you feel things you shouldn’t always leading you on for no reason. You desperately wanted to move on from Minseok. But he was always in the way. Acting like an overprotective older brother, Minseok was the worse. Little did you know though, is that Minseok have feeling for you too, even more than one could imagine. After all he was always watching, from the very beginning those watchful eyes was already set on you. Big Brother is and always watching.

“No Y/N, you are way too young for this. Your parents won’t be happy if they found you going to place like that. How about I take you out on this Saturday instead? Should we go to that new restaurant? Or should we go the mall?”

“Didn’t I told you not to go to that party? Dressing like this…You even allow that bastard to touch you. You really want to see me mad don’t you? I should punish you. You’ve been a very bad girl Y/N. And bad girl like you should be heavily punished.”

Jongin : Hannibal Lecter Type : 

Jongin wanted everything from you. He make it clear of course, that he wanted you on the very first meeting. Confidentiality coming toward you unlike the rest. He would shamelessly flirt with you until you agree to go out with him.  A perfectionist at heart, Jongin will plan out every dates for the both of you perfectly, making sure that every moments you two spent together would be very special. It wasn’t enough though, already within weeks of dating, he wanted more than nothing but to spent every moment with you. He could not stand the ideas of you being with anyone else but him. You are his goddess, his one and only, his to worship. No one could ever loves you even more than Jongin. Your body, your heart, your soul…if those greedy eyes could speak it would probably said that’s it wanted to consume your very own being.

“I love you Y/N, so, so much. Let’s be together forever okay? I will always protect you, I promise to love and  cherish you till the end of the days. Please, please believe in me.”

“Y/N doesn’t know it but I really hate it when I see guys like you approach her. Really what make you think you could ever have a chance with Y/N? You’re nothing but a pig for me to slaughter. How should I do it? Should I cut you up and feed you to the dogs? No, I think I’ll start with your legs and feed it to you.”

Junmyeon : The Mr. Gatsby Type : 

What is use to all the money and power in the world if he can’t have you? Unlike the rest of Psychopathic Type, Junmyeon is the most ‘human’ in all of them. He understands your feelings, how your heart didn’t belong to him the moment you first met him. But it was okay, Junmyeon respect your choices. He loved you enough to let you roam the world freely. There is nothing in the world that he couldn’t do for you. He could buy you anything you ever wanted, his love for you is endless. If you like he would even kill himself for you. But as perfect of a lover Junmyeon is, there is just one thing he couldn’t stand, and that’s seeing you getting hurt. This lovestruck fool would do anything to protect you. If you were to ask he were willing to do anything.

“Don’t cry Y/N, please don’t cry. Can’t you see how much I love you? Please stop hurting yourself. Seeing you like this is killing me. Please forget about him.”

“Why must you hurt Y/N? Do you not see how much she loves you? I loves her so much, and Y/N, she loves you so much. I was going to let you be, I was willing to share Y/N with you…but that’s all changes now. You have hurt her too much. I can’t forgive you. Don’t worry it will be all over soon, Y/N will forget about you soon enough.”

Yixing : The Daddy Long Leg Type :

 Instead of interacting with you directly like the rest, Yixing would keep his distance when he first meet you. It wasn’t because he was afraid of rejection or anything like that, no, no, it’s just necessary that he find out everything about you first before the right time come. He must become the perfect man in order to woo you. Everything he do must be completely believable, so natural, like he have never meet you before. Let those gazes follow him, let them see how great of a man he is and that he is the man of your dream. Let them admire him and let them desire him. His plan was absolutely flawless after all. Playing the nice guy, becoming your crush, helping you secretly, and letting you find out all his good deeds ‘accidentally’. Who said you can’t create your own destiny?

“Ah Y/N, What a coincidence meeting you here, would you like some coffee? It’s my treat! How did I know that this is your favorite? Hmm…lucky guess, I guess.”

“Do you see that lovely girl over there? I’ll give you $300 if you pretend to attack her at 10:40 PM today. I will be there trying to protect her, you can beat me up as much as you want, just make it believable and leave within 10 minutes or so.”

Jongdae :The  Dr. Frankenstein Type : 

Jongdae was obsessed with you. How unfortunate you are to have meet a lover like Jongdae. Unlike the rest of Exo, this person wasn’t afraid of you knowing this dark side at all. In fact he had fully embrace it and using his kind feature this person would manipulate everyone around him. There was nothing wrong with Jongdae. It’s just that it’s you who haven’t realize how ugly and impure this world is yet. And so Jongdae was going to show you just that, he would show you the true color of those pests. Driving you insane and giving you madness. Jongdae knew well that he have to ‘kill’ you in order for you to be reborn completely. So until when you are able to compromise that Jongdae was the only person you ever needed in this world, by then you are truly his.

“There you go again, being so kind to them, you really are an angel aren’t you? Even if he is your boyfriend and she is your best friend must you give them that much trust? I’m only joking~They seem like really good people after all~”

“I told you didn’t I? That they was going to betray you. Look what you done now. Dirtying your hand like that? Don’t worry, you did nothing wrong Y/N-ah~ All you need is me, just put all of your trust in me. I will protect you”

Chanyeol : The Romeo Montague Type : 

There was nothing in this world that could tear Chanyeol away from you. A romantic at heart, every moment you spent with him will be fill with love and happy memories. Being wooed by his sweet songs, making you laugh, giving you lots and lots of loving kisses. Meeting Chanyeol was like a meeting of fate and he would make you feel like you were the luckiest girl in the world. But little did you know that this perfect boyfriend can’t help but to have a dark side to him. There was no way that he would let it happens, for this love to become a star-cross lover tragedy. Nothing could tear Chanyeol away from you. No one was ever going to steal you away from him. And if your heart ever to get stolen? Than Chanyeol wouldn’t mind dying with you, stealing you back from the person that had stolen you away.

“Did you dream of me last night Y/N? Me? Of course I did, how can I not think of you every minute of the day! You don’t believe me? Silly Y/N just how many time do I have to say that I love you for you to believe me?”

“Why did you look at him like that? Am I not good enough for you Y/N? You know that I can’t take it right? Do you really want to see me feeding you poison that much? Don’t turn me into such a bad guy Y/N-ah. I love you so, so very much.”

Kyungsoo : The Devil Type : 

With a face of an Angel. No one could ever doubt that he was a more of a fallen one. It doesn’t matter if you have a lover or not, in the end you could never escape from Kyungsoo. Tempting with you lust, filling your soul with envy, he will show you the way of wrath. In which your heart can’t help but to be consume with greed as fall deeper for him, letting you have a taste of sloth, only to leave you starving in gluttony. He loves it to see you degrading yourself begging for mercy and pleading for more. So forget all about your pride and all of your morals. Take a bite of this sweet apple and sell your soul to the devil. You can run away from temptation but never hid from it.

“I don’t tell lies Y/N, well not to you. If you wanted me then say it. I want you too. I will always be here waiting for you. So just come to me and I’ll be yours.”

“Were you jealous of her darling? Did your heart fill with envy when you see me with her? Did it drive you insane that you wanted to murder that person? Baby girl you should already know that my heart is only set for you.”

Sehun : The Prince Charming Type :

Sehun is the type of guy that you would bring home to your parent. Someone who all your friends would swoon over and talk about. He was the guy that would sweep you off your feet. The more you look at him you can’t help but to be reminded of a perfect prince out of the fairy tales book. But one should always be careful of what they wished for. After all happily ever after always came with a price. The moment you had fallen for this Prince Charming was already too late. One can only advise you to continue and remain oblivious to what was happening and continue on loving Sehun. Or else the beast will be awaken and you could never escape from this twisted fairy tales.

“Here have my coat. Yes, your friends seem nice. Hmm? Are you jealous? You’re silly you know that? Aigoo~ How can my girlfriend be so pretty even though she are mad at me?”

“Does it hurt? I’m sorry princess but you had brought this upon yourself, you were going to leave me after all. And now these chains are going to keep you here with me forever. I will make you happy, I promise.”

Anyway as you can tell there are a bit of English Literature refferences with in this post. They may not be actually yandere, but i find these characters inspiringly creepy. It took really long to make this but I wouldn’t mind doing it again. So if you have a request please feel free to drop it in my inbox. I hope you reblog and give me heartu~

[fictionaryhsam-blog]

Ward 003, Ward 004

A Short Story by Patricia Fuentes

Word of the Piece: psychopathic

psychopathic -  suffering from or constituting a chronic mental disorder with abnormal or violent social behavior.

Example: The psychopathic patients escaped the asylum.

Genre: Thriller

TRIGGER WARNING: THE SHORT STORY CONTAINS BLOOD, VIOLENCE, AND PROFANITY. PROCEED WITH CAUTION.

Warning: A psychopathic patient from Ward 003 has escaped, the facility is to be put under total lockdown until the patient has been caught. The patient is of fair complexion with light freckles on both cheeks and ebony hair with wavy locks; her eye color is brown and is of 5”5 composure. All camera personnel have been alerted regarding the breach. Notify the nearest security unit in case of sighting.

Hearing the warning being broadcasted throughout the building, she looked at a slightly faded picture of a family. The pregnant mother and the father both happily holding their baby boy up and smiling at the camera while their other children, a boy and a girl, hurled teddy bears at each other.

“They should die,” she said as she faced the mirror, cut her hair, and dyed it blonde. She grabbed the chestnut-colored contact lenses and wore them.

Walking out the door was easy. However, convincing the guards near the exit to let her pass was rather difficult if it were not for the help of a fake ID and some acting.

She walked out of the facility and rode a taxi downtown. Her reflection in the rearview mirror resembled a doll yet something was amiss.

Blood. Blood smeared across her ivory skin and dangerously short silver tunic. Whose blood will it be?

“Mom! Mom! Read me the story! Please?,” little Timmy called from his bedroom. His mother smiled as she walked in with Timmy’s Mister Buckwheat’s Storybook that was filled with Spongebob stickers. “Here now, here now, make sure Mister Buckwheat is also listening,” she said with a wink. Timmy nodded and hugged his stuffed toy tightly.

“Happy Family by Archa,” his mother started to read.

❝In the forest lived a family of birds with a father, a mother, and a baby bird. The baby is loved by both parents very much. They were living very happily. However, as the days went by, the father and the mother bird started fighting over  simple reasons. The fighting kept on going for days, months even. The baby bird was so sad by seeing her parents fighting, she begged them to stop and just be happy, but they didn’t listen to her. It made her very sad. The baby bird always consoled her mother whenever the argument was over and for her sake, the mother always pretended to be convinced and supposedly returns to normal but as years passed by, the mother could no longer stay and cooperate with the father bird so she decided to leave him, but thinking of the baby, she stays.

One day, the father bird went out in search of prey so the mother bird took the opportunity and flew away with her baby. When the father returned, he could not find his family. He felt so bad and realized his mistake. He told himself, “If only I listened to my baby, this could not have happened”.

He searched for them here and there and after looking for months, he found them in a deep forest, living in a small nest. He went near the mother bird and apologized. He also apologized to the baby bird for the turn of events. By the time, the mother bird also was feeling guilty and sad for leaving the father bird alone, so she also said sorry in return. Thereafter, without blaming each other and fighting they lived with their baby bird happily.

The End.❞

Little Timmy yawned as his mother lovingly tucked him to bed and turned off his night light. She kissed his forehead and said, “Live your life happily and never blame others for your mistakes, ‘kay? I love you, Tim.” “I love you too, Mom,” he replied.

“Little guy asleep?,” Timmy’s father, Reygant Robertson, asked his wife as she joined him in the living room. Mrs. Robertson or what her husband calls her, Leigh, nodded and grabbed the remote to watch her all-time favorite TV Show.

The front door then opened to reveal Debbie, their eldest, the most stubborn but rather dashing, talented, and brilliant daughter. “I’m home!,” she said. “And where have you been, young lady?,” Leigh asked with a voice as smooth as silk. “A party,” Reygant answered and sniffed, “She reeks of alcohol.” All Debbie could do was gaze at her shoes and apologize but her mother knew better and accompanied her to her room where she was tucked into bed like Timmy, like a child being protected by her mom from the monsters in the dark.

But of course, who would forget about the university’s basketball jock, Laverne? The rudely handsome and self-centered prodigy. He’s that typical guy every girl wants to get but his only aim was to never let a relationship last for a month. For him, relationships are boring and only brings happiness for a short period of time. “Where’s Deb?,” he asked his parents. “She’s already sleeping. Why?,” Leigh replied. “That girl better know she got 10 bucks in for me,” he said before going back to his room and shutting his door with a thud.

The Robertsons was the ideal family in their neighborhood, especially because they were the only ones residing at 1818 Roguski Road. They have their eldest daughter, Debbie, a very dashing, talented, and brilliant college student, their son, Laverne, a jock with a rather rough but a family person, their little boy, Timmy, a sweet, thoughtful, kind-hearted, and brilliant little kid, and their baby boy, Jam.

“Those kids. How can we leave for work if they behave like that?,” Reygant sighed. They were supposed to go on a 3-day business trip the next day but are currently thinking twice about going. However, in the morning, there was an urgent call from their office and it was mandatory for them to go on the trip so they did. They left Debbie in charge of the household and drove to the airport.

“Are they gone?,” Laverne peeked from his bedroom door. Debbie nodded and let her brother make calls for a night party. She headed to the kitchen and prepared breakfast for all of them and afterwards, made sure that Timmy and Jam have already taken a bath and have eaten properly. She went in to take bath too and was greeted by an anonymous phone call afterwards.

“Hello? Robertson residence, who’s this?,” she put the phone on loudspeaker for Laverne to hear.

“I’m Melanie Torrin. Your mother called me and asked me to stay over and be your nanny.”

Debbie held a hand to the phone so the caller wouldn’t hear her ask Laverne if he ever recalled their mom saying that there would be a nanny. Laverne shrugged and told her to just tell the woman to come so they could prepare for the night party while someone was looking after Timmy and Jam.

It was exactly 2:59 pm when Melanie knocked on the door and started her nanny duties. Everything was well except for one thing. Melanie always sang songs that depicted torture, poisoning, and death. It made Debbie uncomfortable but she disregarded it nonetheless. Together with her brother, they called classmates and schoolmates for “a party that you’ll never forget” while the nanny made snacks and entertained the two young ones.

The party was supposed to be the night of the next day but Melanie had a plan up her sleeves. She went to Debbie’s room and handed the girl a makeup kit that she bought online. Debbie was of course, delighted and went to put the makeup on but as soon as it made contact with her skin, she screamed in pain. Her eyes welled with tears as her skin, from having itchy red spots, turned into a quickly spreading blistering rash, the makeup was irremovable. She looked to Melanie who was blocking the doorway with a maniac smile on her face. “Remember Alice? You stole her man, you put roaches in her locker, you told her to just die, you were the reason why she overdosed herself. And yet you continued on being Little Miss Perfect. You didn’t even apologize. Oh wait, you did! You apologized to yourself for getting so stressed over an imbecile. You self-centered, makeup savvy, party addict, boyfriend-snatcher, bitch,” Melanie whispered in her ear. Debbie scratched and scratched until she bled. It was such a wonderful feat wherein the rash had already spread from her face to her upper torso and then her lower. It was as if Debbie was already in the process of decay. And just before she took her last breath, her eyes landed on the makeup kit’s cover with the lettering “POISON IVY”.

“Pill diet, pill diet, if they give you a new pill then you will buy it. If they say to kill yourself, then you will try it. All the makeup in the world, won't make you less insecure. You got weights in your pockets, when you go to the doctor's. Your favorite candy's cotton, that's why all your teeth are rotten. Silly girl with silly boys,” Melanie sang as Debbie tried to scream her last scream. She locked the door before leaving the latter to rot to death.

“What happened? Debs was screaming!,” Laverne rushed towards his sister’s room but Melanie stopped him. “Oh it was nothing. I gave her a makeup kit and she screamed out of excitement. Even told me to let you know, she wouldn’t eat dinner and would sleep the night off for the party you’re planning,” she said. “Oh okay then,” he shrugged and went to play video games.

Soon after dinner, Melanie went to give Laverne some milk and cookies. He ate them happily but coughed up blood afterwards. “Laverne Robertson, basketball jockey, playboy. You broke too many girls’ hearts and yet you act like you don’t know anything. You switch from one relationship to another. Quite astounding, actually, to think that you’re the Mister Dean’s Lister and yet you behave like you’re uneducated,” he locked eyes with Melanie who was smiling angelically as she sang, “Do you like my cookies? They're made just for you. A little bit of sugar, but lots of poison, too.” She locked the door as well and went to tuck little Timmy to bed.

“Read me the story, nanny,” he said. Melanie obliged and even let little Timmy hold the book. The story was about to finish when Timmy yelped, “Nanny! A paper cut!” His index finger was bleeding and his eye welled with tears. “Spoiled little brat,” Melanie went to get a band aid and helped Timmy stop the bleeding but as soon as she got back, he was having a seizure. Melanie then, as evil as she is, sang him a lullaby, “Can't take it anymore, need to put you to bed. Sing you a lullaby where you die at the end.”

Last but not the least was Jam, the baby, who was crying. “Hungry, little cutie pie?,” she said then  sang, “I can’t stand your whining. Where’s your binky now?,” before giving her some milk. Jam sucked and drank the milk wholeheartedly while Melanie sang, “Hush, little baby, drink your spoiled milk. I'm really crazy, need my prescription filled.”

And on that night, the Robertsons’ children died in ways a mother, a nanny, should have done to care for them.

The night of the party, a news report aired through the whole city.

“News Report: The bodies of Debbie, Laverne, Timothy, and Jam Robertson were found at 1818 Roguski Road, all died poison-administered deaths. A note was found on the doorstep by teenagers who were saying that they were going to a party they would never forget but instead, found a note saying: 1, 2, Melatonin is coming for you 3, 4, Baby, won't you lock the door? 5, 6, I'm done with this 7, 8, It's getting late, So close your eyes, sleep for days. Next time you're alone, think twice when you grab the phone. Our deepest condolences to the mother and father of these kids and may we all be careful and vigilant of our surroundings.”

Warning: A psychopathic patient from Ward 004 has also escaped, the facility is again to be put under total lockdown until the Patient 004 as well as 003 has been caught. Patient 003 is of fair complexion with light freckles on both cheeks and ebony hair with wavy locks; her eye color is brown and is of 5”5 composure. Patient 004 is also of light skin tone with dimples on the left cheek; a redhead with blue eyes. He stands 6”8. All camera personnel have been alerted regarding the breach. Notify the nearest security unit in case of sighting.

Hearing the warning being broadcasted throughout the city, he looked at the security picture of a girl who had short blonde hair and chestnut eyes.

“She should die,” he said as he faced the mirror and wore a beanie to hide his red hair. Walking through town was easy. However, avoiding security cameras and units made it difficult to move from one alley to another.

He rode a taxi to 1818 Roguski Road and watched the blonde girl walk out the door and place a note on the doorstep. He sniffed the air and followed the girl. He wanted something.

Her blood.

Her blood smeared across his skin.

Whose blood was it again?