#Im fucking evil lmao

[bugwolfsstuff]

The dead must return to the grave.

Was thinking about how underused the whole dead coming back plot was in HoO

So that caused me to think of dead characters from the first series returning and just hanging out on the Argo, and helping in anyway they can.

But then I thought about what will happen when they have to go back. So I thought of them knowing that Thanatos is coming to collect them and spending the day hanging out with the seven and saying goodbyes.

Which spawned this thing, originally it was going to be Luke instead of Castor but I think Luke can die alone, cus fuck that guy.

And I have a stupid headcanon that the Dionysus twins and Annabeth had a Rivals to friends to basically siblings type of thing going on. (the rivalry was over Chiron)

So I wrote this in two hours. So go easy on me i know its probably out of character for Annabeth.

"Beth," Castor whispered.

Annabeth turned away from the bedroom door, "Yeah?".

There was a beat of silence.

 "Will you stay with me?" Castor asked finally, "I'm scared."

Annabeth wanted to leave. She didn't want to have to watch another brother figure die. But hearing his small, scared voice convinced her. She couldn't leave him to die alone.

"Sure Cast." She whispered, lying down next to him on the soft mattress. Her grey eyes met his purple ones. She hadn't noticed before, but grape vines had grown in his hair the way they usually did when he or Pollux was stressed.

She wrapped her arms around him, pulling him into a hug like they used to do when they were younger. He pushed a stray blonde hair from her face.

"Thank you," Castor whispered.

"Anytime, Cast," She said, though her voice cracked with emotion.

"You know what I wish I could have done before I go?" 

"What?"

"I wish I could have seen the camp again." 

Annabeth felt a lump form in her throat, " I'm sorry, Castor," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Castor smiled weakly, his breathing becoming more ragged. "It's okay, Beth. I'm just glad you're here with me."

A tear ran down Annabeth's cheek. She would do anything to keep him here: to bring him back to camp, back to his family, back to her, but she knew better than anyone that you couldn't fight Death.

"Promise me something." Castor whispered, "Or more two somethings," He cracked a weak smile.

"Anything Cass." Her voice cracked with emotion. The tears started to run freely now.

"Promise me that you'll take care of Viney. Plant him in camp for me." He pointed to a potted plant on his bedside.

"I promise." she said, "What's the second something?"

Castor's eyes fluttered shut, and his breathing slowed. 

Annabeth's heart stopped, "Cass," she said, shaking the son of Dionysus, "Cassie," She said, shaking him harder now.

Castor's eyes flickered open, "Sorry, Owlbrain, fell asleep there." 

Annabeth laughed tearfully. He and his twin, Pollux, had made up the name for her when they first met when they were 'rivals'. It all seemed so childish to her now.

She wiped a tear from her cheek with her sleeve, "What's the second thing, Cassie?" she asked.

"Promise me, I won't see you or Pollux there until you're both old." 

"I promise, Castor"

"Pinky promise?" He laughed weakly, extending his pinky finger to her.

"Pinky promise." She said, entwining her finger with his. It was just a silly, childish gesture, but to them, it was more sacred than the Styx.

He pulled her close, enveloping her in a tight, grape-scented embrace. She sobbed freely in his arms, all her bravery leaving her. He stroked her blonde curls soothingly. He told her old stories of the stuff they got up to when they were younger, memories she hadn't let herself think about in years. 

They stayed that way for what must have been hours, the soothing rocking of the Argo rocking them to sleep.

.....

Castor was gone in the morning. A withered pile of leaves, where he had laid the night before, were the only proof that he had been there.

Annabeth Chase sat on the edge of the bed, careful not to disturb the leaves. She silently stared at the potted plant on the bedside, not daring to pick it up. A thought came to her mind: the second last line of the prophecy: 

An oath to keep with a final breath.

The final breath was Castor's, and like hell, was she going to keep that oath.

For her brother, Castor Chardonnay.

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The end.

Who were silent because they saw the empty beds of the other guys who went back to the Elysium.

Funny story I was going to have this end with a more bitter ending by Annabeth going out to sit at the dining table with the rest of the seven

So it just ends with them sitting their in silence, to shocked to say anything.

Thankfully i chose a much more bittersweet ending.

Also as for what will happen to Viney the plant during BoO when the argo gets destroyed.

I had a scene in mind where right before Zeus whacks the argo back to CHB she rushes to then plant and hands it to mr D (why the fuck was he not there in the actual canon fight).

And one last thing before i go-

Should i post this on Ao3 too?

[merwynpersonalhub]

Ywk im dropping this bombshell.

Mayline inthe future bad ending timeline. Is not alive :3 she gone she buried- marxin been shocked (like electrocuted alot) where he isnt. Ok in the head- he thinks he doing everything right and he always forget things

Jsyk :3

[u3pxx]

i guess i had to make with the kimchuck, coward

[dookiespooky]

More drifting dreams silly stuff (tumblr killed quality pls click images)

Dreamcaptor ford and bill belong to @neonross

[fruifruit]

happy halloween :]

[ch3rr13zk1n]

Lamperty hfjiONE

I also have multiple alternative versions of this image since i never know which version i like more!! (I have a problem please help)

Like and reblog or i'll force you to like Gnarpy or smth

[22bananapudding]

we need to team up and beat him to death with hammers

[lilithofpenandbook]

Seriously how can M*r*uders stans like random Slytherins (who tf are Evan Rosier, Pandora (is that Luna's mum and why tf is she Evan Rosier's twin in half of these), and I don't even want to discuss Regulus) and make them Actually Misunderstood Good People Who Were Forced Down That Path when at least one of them *coughreguluscough* was obsessed with Voldemort

And then turn around and make Snape an awful person?

[heavenlyantennas]

I've never played ultrakill but I think this guy is cool

[ra-vio]

“I thought of a design that would suit you”

[yourwagonisaflame]

never watching nightmare time and then watching npmd is so funny like. who are these fucked up wiggly knock offs

[crimsonbubble]

i ♡ fictional older men

[unironicallytes]

so my partner works at renaissance faires sometimes

well so this is fairly common, but they get approached and are handed a tiny scroll, first the one on the right

so they open it up and go "...OH."

"my partner would love this!!! thank you random Dark Brotherhood recruiters." and the people giving out the scrolls go "ah. I see. your partner will be needing this then..." and just

I love these so much. they put em on the NICE paper, pulled out the yellowed, smooth parchment for what amounts to a one-off joke, and frankly, I respect the hell out of it LOL. my dumbass gonna put these in tiny frames they're so fun.

"hey Shea btw whats with the bones as paperweights?" my sibling in Sithis don't worry about it (they are ethically-sourced salvage that I happen to have laying around for craft purposes)

[bonefall]

Are you going to keep Goosefeather's curse? If so are you going to change anything about it? From my memory the book was... depressing.

It will probably get rolled into Pinestar's Crusade, building it up into an SE rather than just a novella. There's actually a lot going on in that specific moment, and it makes sense to go over it all at once.

So to answer your question, yes, most of Goosefeather's Curse is staying. Most of the Crusade Generation have depressing stories to tell. If the Thistle Period is defined by the fact that Thistle Law metastasized and went terminal, and if the Campaign Era was when it was newly born, then the Crusade Era was when it was first conceived.

I've been thinking about Pinestar's Crusade idly and mentioned it a few times, but here's my fragments so far;

PINESTAR'S CRUSADE (Fuses Pinestar's Choice and Goosefeather's Curse)

We start in the Crusade Era; there is now more focus on 3 major characters, though it's still built around Pinestar as the POV

Pinestar, Goosefeather, and eventually Pinepaw's apprentice Speckletail.

Pinepaw is born into the start of the Crusades, a bloody period where the Clans are invading Chelford and brutalizing cats in the hopes of appeasing StarClan. He only begins to learn the full story of what happened in Darkstar's Commandment once he begins going to Gatherings as a warrior

The truth being that Oakstar came up with this idea because he couldn't take an L

But even as an apprentice, it becomes quickly apparent to him that what they're doing is evil. They were brutalizing kittypets who aren't trained to fight back.

During his first raid as an apprentice, he allows a ginger-and-white mother and her kittens to escape

This came back years later, when that queen, Crystal, forms BloodClan in response to the Crusades.

Pineheart watches Oakstar die barely a year later to the queen he saved, using early claw extenders to cut right through him. Even if he hadn't been on his last life, it would have ended him.

But, Crystal lets Pineheart go, recognizing the Clan cat who had saved her life.

Watching his dad die along with several friends, and countless more innocent Chelford, plus being released by Crystal, is a Formative Moment.

Doestar continues the Crusades in the name of revenge for Oakstar, but now that BloodClan exists and is ARMED, the easy raids become bloodbaths.

They slowly peter out, not with a bang but with a whimper. She never announces an official end, eventually she just stops organizing them. No one gets closure, especially not Pineheart.

But the 'peace' doesn't last. Just before Heatherstar takes power from Smallstar and begins the Campaign to take the Mothermouth Moorland, ThunderClan deals with the Great Hunger

Pineheart and Goosefeather become very good friends, part of a little buddy group that also included Tawnyspots and Pheasantfeather (who will become One-eye later)

Pineheart was given his first apprentice, a rowdy little one and the niece of Doestar, Specklepaw. He's tasked with helping her fill the pawsteps of greatness she's destined to walk in.

Just like canon, Goose predicts the Great Hunger... though, he is an adult this time around because of some timeline changes.

And, like canon, it fails. They couldn't stockpile enough food to last an entire year of famine, a scorching summer and a frozen winter, they end up losing a huge stock of their food as if it was destiny.

Goosefeather was forced into a role he hates, given horrible visions of the future, and argues ferociously with Pineheart; if they hadn't tried to stockpile, they wouldn't have lost all that food to begin with.

It is in this moment, he comes to realize that every time he's fought back and used his visions like a warning, it's backfired.

So, perhaps, they are instruction.

But, meanwhile, Pineheart can't loose his apprentice or his friends. While others were hunting desperately, he was keeping cats alive through scouting for grubs, foraying into other territories, and...

Every bite of kittypet food he took for himself was a morsel in someone else's mouth. But this... this he kept quiet.

It started a "bad habit" he could never break.

Having lost the previous deputy to starvation and on her deathbed, Doestar nominates Pineheart to the position. He was shocked and upset by this, but he was the obvious choice.

Son of Oakstar, Hero of the Hunger, the cat who had kept Specklepaw alive when all the other kits and apprentices starved.

But, Pinestar took the helm to extreme controversy.

Everything Pinestar's ever done that worked was nonviolent. He's never seen battle do anything but bring harm, and the thought of leading people into war... it makes him feel sick.

But the rest of the Clan can't see what he sees. They yearn for the glory days (even though they were not glorious at all), itch to die for a cause, and leave this old, disgusting subsistence survival behind them. ThunderClan wants blood and Pinestar just wants peace.

Taking back Sunningrocks is an example of this. To avoid losing Clanmates, he proposed to Hailstar that they would have a Joust, instead.

ThunderClan's strongest against RiverClan's strongest. Adderfang vs Mudfur.

It didn't go well.

The problem with those sorts of situations is you have to abide by the deal. RiverClan took Sunningrocks for 6 months. It was humiliating for ThunderClan.

Even the cats he'd saved from the famine were furious with him

The only things that DID seem to please the Clan was when he would throw them fully into battle. Such as Goosefeather's prophecy that WindClan's herbs needed to be destroyed...

Every time a situation like that happened, where Goosefeather would phrase things as a Holy Struggle, Pinestar was thrown right back to the Crusades

Terrified eyes, screeching, cats begging for mercy, his father dead at his paws and feeling horror and relief swirling

Sitting vigil for old friends killed in these horrible fights, like Moonflower, it made him feel like how he felt the day he buried Oakstar.

And the bile rose in his throat, remembering that Oakstar was not there at his Leadership Ceremony, damned to the Dark Forest.

A thought was born, here. What does StarClan truly want? What do they expect of him? If they will send the architect of the Crusades there...

What of a cat who stayed fed on human food and fed grubs to his Clanmates? Or a leader who never knows the right thing to do?

When Mumblefoot retired and Sunfall became deputy, the Clan seemed to love him more than Pinestar. He found himself just... sitting back, and allowing Sunfall to call the shots.

It was towards the end, when Leopardfoot proposed an Honor Siring. He was from a glorious legacy, she wanted kits... and on his end, he wanted the peace that raising kittens could bring.

The warmth of human dens was calling him, but perhaps the warmth of love for children could keep him home.

UNLIKE CANON; Nothing about Tigerkit was born evil.

There was no StarClan vision of Tigerstar; Goosefeather knew full well that Thistlestar was the Leader of Prophecy.

But Pinestar would never give Thistleclaw an apprentice in time. Nor would he ever give his own little son to a cat as vicious as him.

Goosefeather never hurt anyone... but Pinestar just needed a push.

Pinestar was already anxious, unhappy, clinging to the goodness that was his little kits. Even as two of them were lost to minor illnesses, shortly after receiving their names.

It wasn't a lie. It was just half of the truth.

"Pinestar... you have a choice to make. StarClan has given me a vision of blood and war, and Tigerkit will have a role to play in it."

He DID have a vision... of Thistlestar. Not Tigerkit. But that was enough for Pinestar, his fear and trauma took the helm from there.

He'd seen his friends, his apprentice, the kits who had been born and died in his rule, all of them turn into the monsters Clan Culture demanded

Nothing he did ever seemed to work, why would THIS moment be different?

How could he prevent Tigerkit from becoming like that too?! Was StarClan telling him to KILL his son??

Pinestar's never had a vision from StarClan. He doesn't have the aptitude like a Cleric... what he has is a nightmare, of Tigerkit growing so large he crushes the whole camp under his claws

After a week of agony, Pinestar unknowingly creates a prophecy of his own,

"Can only the death of a child break fate?"

Sensing he was close to victory, Goosefeather dipped his head, not denying his question.

And it's the last straw.

And that is the climax of Pinestar's Crusade. Broken from his experiences, every turn taken for peace causing him more pain, the idea that he might have to hurt his own son plaguing his mind, he makes the choice to leave.

It wasn't hard, he'd still had that old bad habit of taking bites of kittypet food, a couple friends on the other side. But what he doesn't know is that by leaving with his life... he prevents Sunstar from acquiring his own.

Sunstar had ONE single life, StarClan was not able to give him more with the previous leader still alive. For leaving his Clan, for unknowingly preventing the transfer of power, and for dismissing the Warrior Code, Pinestar is sent to the Dark Forest after his death.

He can choose to walk there, or spend time in the mortal plane as just a spirit, but StarClan offers him no place in the cosmos.

[cryminiz]

hot take or w/e: 99% of the main events of apology tour, tbh, would be better if the positions were switched.

because when you say "stoliz breakup arc where person A calls the other out for always making the relationship about sex and has an entire breakdown about how they feel the other person has never fully appreciated them in the relationship and never felt respected while the other person gets a reality check over their actions and has to realize how badly theyve been treating them" then its blitz on stage and stolas in the crowd. its the only way the plot makes sense

regardless of the whole "guys they were secretly childhood friends and um blitz was the one who actually made the first move to sex even if stolas literally leads with 'so you wanna fuck me????' so its all blitz's fault their relationship is just sex" Thing in s2 ep1.... it was stolas' idea to make their transaction of the book sexual.

he was literally the one going "hey btw i need my book back but you can keep borrowing it...... IF you fuck me into the bed until i cant see straight you sexy little fucking imp" so atp whoever first started the sexual aspect of their relationship is moot. stolas is the one who escalated it into a toxic benefits deal.

stolas is the one who consistently goes "my widdle sexy imp" and "blitzy witzy come fucky wucky with me" to ""playfully"" demean blitz without realizing how the imp doesnt actually like it. he has the power in the situation who just assumes blitz is cool with their relationship and the way he treats him.

stolas is the one who doesnt think about the societal implications of their relationship, because he puts himself in romantic daydreams and uses blitz as a coping mechanism to distract himself from how much he hates his life. he wont even consider blitz's complicated feelings on their dynamics from his perspective as an imp without stolas shutting it down like "hm, you sound TOO much like striker, so byeeee!" hes the one who needs a wake up call!

and while blitz is obviously not innocent in this relationship (avoiding intimacy, taking any chance he can get to escape dealing with his problems, blowing up and projecting his insecurity onto others instead of discussing his problems, keeping secrets, twisting it where it hurts to 'gain' one in an argument even if he doesnt mean it, etc)....

hes SOOOOO getting fucked over in this relationship. and currently, being in such a sex centered relationship with a power imbalance only serves to justify his own self-mantra that he has to be useful in order to be loved! he deserves to have a moment where he actually shakes off all of his insecurities and screams out I DESERVE BETTER! for once in his life. and not just turning to drinking or drugs or sex or living vicariously through millie and moxxie; really just screaming in front of a whole crowd like FUCK YOU FOR MAKING ME FEEL SO SHITTY!!! FUCK YOUUUUU

tldr; tops deserve rights actually and sometimes you gotta put a bottom in their place

[narcissarina]

𝔊𝔬𝔩𝔡𝔢𝔫 ℭ𝔞𝔤𝔢, 𝔅𝔩𝔲𝔢 𝔅𝔬𝔫𝔡𝔰

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Pairings: bodyguard!Leon × college billionaire!reader

Word count: 2,684

Tw: Blood, deaths, guns, killings, reader vomiting, suggestive. + I hate how I wrote the last part aaaaaa

Summary: You and Leon went to find the second and third pieces, what about the fourth?

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Leon filled you in with his objectives, what he needs to do and what to find to bring back to the D.S.O while taking down fucked up mutations and entity’s that came straight out from a horror movie, but he left a certain detail out because he doesn’t want to worry you.

You have the pieces that he needed.

“A cube that glows?” you tilt your head, Leon nodded. “And it was destroyed in pieces so it can’t be at its full potential because when it was given to the wrong hands, it’ll cost chaos?” You spoke in a concerned and confused tone, “that’s right.” Leon chuckle.

“Damn, that came straight out of a horror film.”

Leon smiled at your words as he watch you eat some energy bar that he found, he brushes off the bits in the corner of your mouth as your eyes bore to his.

Then you remembered, yesterday there was something stuck inside your wound and that you have to pull it out with the tweezers. It was small, glowing and it burns your flesh when you touch it without gloves.

“I think I saw one piece.” You hum in delight, knowing that you could help Leon and yourself to get out of here. He’s interest piqued and gave his attention to you, “really? Where?” he asked, moving closer to you.

You search for your bag and take the fabric with the stone inside, it was nearly folded as you open it up—he saw the weak glow of the stone. “How?” he raise a brow, “I found it stuck inside my wound, and I tell you. It fucking hurts.” You shove the fabric with the stone to him.

“It does say that they only took a couple off to the stone, right?” Leon nodded, tucking the stone back to your bag at the bottom. Neatly placing it so it doesn’t accidentally slipped off the fabric, “does it say the specific number that they took? Like, five or six or below?” you kept asking question, he knows that you’re eager to find them so the two of you can go home and forget that this event never happened.

“I think they only took the edges of the cube,” He moves his head to his head and lean back, you could hear his muscle crack. “Since it’s a cube, we need to find only four of it.” Leon spoke as he let out a satisfying groan after cracking some of his bones and muscles.

You blinked at him and finish the energy bar, “when we get home, I’m getting you a massage therapist.” You offered to Leon, which he was grateful and nodded. He didn’t refuse your offer since he knows you’ll only keep insisting and hired the therapist no matter what.

The room was filled with silence for a while, you look at your watch and it was already 11:30 in the morning.

Leon stood and brush off some dust, he crack his back to relieve the stiff muscle. “Old man.” Those words slipped from your mouth without thinking, “at least this old man can still do the job.” He smirked and helped you up, “you ready?” he asked, his hand at the back of your neck as he brush his thumb to your skin.

You nodded and slip the bag in your arms.

“remember, stay behind me and stay close as you can.”

The mansion was big, much better than your fathers mansion. You could get easily lost here if your father decides to buy as big as this mansion, you knew you’d get lost and had to ask a servant to escort you back to the main lobby.

It was… beautiful, as you describe. It may be ruined but the beauty of this mansion remains, it was such a shame to see it in this poor state.

You stayed close to Leon as you can, clinging to his arm as you were the one holding the light when Leon needed something in the dark, your anxiety would grow if Leon asked you to stay behind if he needed something to take care of to himself.

As mysterious as the house can be, it was full of puzzles, notes and blood stains to walls, tables, and beds. It was everywhere, you had to keep your weep a muffle when entities that couldn’t be killed are nearby. You have to choke on it or bury yourself to Leon.

When the two of you need to hide, you froze in fear and Leon had to carry you away and settle you close to him.

“baby, stop freezing when we need to hide. We’re not in a freeze tag game.”

That’s what he said and you try to do what he said, you don’t want to be a heavy burden than you’re already are. Whenever you hear weird breathing nor loud footstep, you alert Leon and quickly find a place to hide for the two of you.

Sometimes, the hiding spot could be… a little tight for two people, you could feel his built frustrations down there when you two hid inside the locker. You didn’t voice your concern, what the hell are you going to say?

“hey Leon. Your dick is hard, are you okay?”

That sounds so dumb, you’ll embarrass yourself and Leon might not even talk to you after that.

Although, he was big. As if his cock was screaming to be let out from the confinement of his pants. Leon noticed your flushed redden cheeks and ears, when he asked if you’re all right, you brush it off and told him you are fine.

You just kept your mouth shut, and every time you two had to hide. You can’t help but be tense and not squirm to his hold and when your ass is literally at his dick, would be better to fuck you when you get home rather than fucking in such place like this, right?

You and Leon searched for more clues inside an office, it was bloody and a wreck—as if a psychopath had finally lost their mind and snapped.

Leon had gone to the drawers and cabinets while you searched on the office table and its cabinets. You open every drawers to find something inside like paper and pens and a disturbing message, as if you’re playing a video-game and that you’re a sucker for the lore.

Leon was swift with his movement, he made quick search for something. Desperately finding anything that could help you two, to find the other three missing pieces and that could lead the two of you to the cube itself.

He was growing frustrated and the bulge in his pants were not helping him, he needs to let out some relief. He needs to jerk off where you can’t see him, but he knew better than leave you behind.

He has no choice but to hold it in.

You were rummaging inside each drawer but still find none, you grew frustrated and frown at the hopelessness you’re feeling. You see one figurine on the desk that’s been left untouched, the desk is filled with blood stain so why is this figurine is the only thing that’s clean?

It was small and cute, you want to pick it up and shove it in your bag and pretend it’s a souvenir, I mean, no one will claim it, right? You thought inside your head, it’s not stealing when the owner is now dead, right?

You pick it up, but a string was pulled from below. The ground shook as you support your body to the desk, it caught Leon off guard as he looks at you and gestures you to come close, “come here!” he said as you ran to him, almost tripping yourself when Leon caught you.

Bricks and woods pieces fell from above the ceiling, a door was open before you as he held you in a tight embrace—making sure that you’re not hurt.

“Fucking great, another secret room.” Leon mumbled, he palms his face and let out a sigh, you look at him confused, “I mean, secret rooms are cool, right?” you mumbled.

He chuckle and nodded, “yeah, it’ll get us quickly killed. So cool that monsters that we couldn’t kill emerge and attacked us.” His tone filled with sarcasm, you look at him dumbfounded as a tear slip from your cheek.

“I’m joking…” you sniffle at his words, “it’s not a good joke.” You frown and hit him with a book you picked up nearby, “I know.” He confesses and stood up with you in his arms.

“Do you wanna come with me or stay here?”

“I wanna go down with you.”

Leon respect your wishes and brings you close to him, “stay close, princess.” He said, urging you to cling to his arm as you two held flashlights as you went down.

It was dark, pitched dark. As if the void is sucking you two in and you don’t even know it. You found a light switch, you turn it on and it was dimly lit. It was a small dungeon, bar cells in each side of the room and at the end of the hall is another office.

You remember that you had a nightmare similar to a dungeon, you see faces that aren’t human and they make sounds that aren’t human. It made you scared and come crying to your mother when you were only five.

You’re twenty, and this shit still scares you. You look at each cell and there’s a skeleton nor dead body each, but one particular cell caught your attention and that it gave you a chill down your spine.

There was another monster that you and Leon couldn’t kill.

But it was different? It only stood there—watching, tilting its head until it scares you off. Leon was bothered but unfazed, it let out a small disturbing laugh as he pulled you inside the office so you wouldn’t get more nightmares.

The office… is a fucking mess. It was full of blood splatter and it’s too dark in here, the light barely fucking works. Leon kept you close to him so you wouldn’t feel too scared, he squeezed your hand tight, “it’s okay, I’m here.” He mutters as he spotted a faint glow from behind the desk, “fucking finally…” he said, “see it wasn’t that bad.”

You smiled at him as Leon led you to a corner, so you are assured that there’s no one behind to come and get you.

He made his steps light and towards the faint glow, he turned his lights on and it was a little unusual—it was covered with thick skin. His heart dropped when he realized that it was inside to one of the entities that they couldn’t kill—they were one of the experiment.

God, Leon couldn’t imagine you turning into one of them. Good thing you took that thing off of your leg or else he’d have to kill you too.

The creature screeched at him, as if it has two or five voices. Are there five people inside this thing that they just merge them together? That would be one fucked up experiment.

“Shit!” Leon curses, “don’t move! Stay there.” He command to you, you felt scared as the entity was more bigger than the one Leon first encounter.

Pale skin.

Black eyes.

The mouth was open wide, as if the corner of its lips reached through the back.

You pray that Leon would be left unharmed after taking care of that big thing, his moves were quick but too quick to counter as Leon almost flew across the room.

Your mind is spinning, you grip on to your pistol as you desperately search a way to help Leon. Something caught your eyes though, there was something throbbing from the monsters temple, it looks like an ass hole. Maybe that could be the weak point?

You steady your hand and aim right it as it pinned down Leon to the ground, trying to eat his head off. The screeching was loud and it was screaming at Leon—wanting to get a taste of his head so the entity can feast on you next.

Finger on the trigger, you pray that you don’t miss as you shoot.

Bang—

Your eyes were closed as your back slide from the cold wall. You held your pistol close, not wanting to see if you either miss or you shot it perfectly.

You take a peek, and it was lying on top of Leon, “fucking heavy.” Leon mutters and pushed the creature with all his might to the side, take his knife out and cut open its legs and take the second piece out.

He looked at you with a proud smile, “thanks.” He said, “no problem.” You squeak out the words as a smile grew from your lips, “did I do well?”

“You sure did, princess.”

Good thing he has gloves on, he takes the second piece and wrapped it with thick clothing—rolling it so it wouldn’t slipped out, he handed it to you and swept you up to your feet. He open the office door for you, when you got out—the entity in the cell was out and rushes to you.

It caught you off guard as it targeted you, not Leon.

It was on top of you, the grip is like a grip of steel. It is fucking impossible to make its hands open, when you hit it with your pistol. It didn’t gave any reaction.

You were almost seeing the light, and your life will soon flash before your eyes.

Bang—

Another gun shot was heard, the grip softens as the thing bled from the back of its head—dripping down as its black blood hit your cheeks. You screech in disgust and pushed it away, you cough and sat up. Leon assist you and soothes your neck, massaging it gently and hugging you tight.

“I forgot to mention that they have weak points,” you spoke in as you cough, “figured.” You turn to him and tilt your head to ask how, “it looks like someone’s anus, princess.” You choke at your saliva when he said that.

“somethings glowing.” He points out, taking his knife again and slicing the monsters back—it revealed its spine which made you wanna puke so bad. “Got the third one.” Leon announced as you put a thumbs up.

“yeah, great job getting the third one while you’re unfazed on how you fucking sliced its back, it’s showing its spine and shit.”

You gag and finally vomits at the nearby bin, Leon hums and pats your back—supporting you and gentle pats to encourage you to let it all out.

“There, there.” He said while taking care of the third piece and slipping it in your bag.

“What the fu—” you vomit some more, you felt sick to your stomach after a good vomit.

Leon nodded and took the bag from you, “I’ll carry onto this.” He slips it from either from his arms. “I reckon that the last one is at the big dude or the thing that chased you.”

Leon escorted you back to the office from above and let the two of you rest for a while.

Time check: 4:30 PM.

Sun will soon set, Leon needs to find the last piece as soon as he can. But he priorities your comfort first, if you want to rest—then he’ll rest with you. He won’t go anywhere.

“Never,” you start and hold back a vomit, “do that again.” You added and rest your back against the desk, Leon sat beside you and had his hand to your waist, bringing you close and laying your head to his shoulder.

“Then I need you to close your eyes then.”

“Exactly.”

You still feel sick, you gaze at his eyes as he gaze back to yours.

“what is it?”

“I wanna rest for a while before we continue.”

“Then rest, princess.” He kissed your forehead and caress the side of your waist.

“I’m here, always and will be.”

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