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unqompleted · 2 years ago

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Suzume Movie Review

ok so where do I start [checking notes aka last night rants on my twitter]. I always want to elaborate my review so it's not just "It's great!" but without spreading spoilers. Now I'm confused haha.

listen to this while reading!!

Visual

Amazing as usual. Not just realistic, the colors are also, how do I put it, pleasant to eyes? Especially the colors in the sky part. Sometimes I caught myself gawking to the screen, it's That Prettyyy :")

Audio

Very suitable is an understatement, idk how to explain audio shjsja. There are some sad scenes that I don't feel any sad (im old ok), but the background song spreads the vibes immensely that I'm ended up tearing up a bit. Definitely added to my daily playlist!

Characters

Suzume and Souta has very different character, but somehow compatible. An adventurous highschooler that could rebelling against her family to do things she wants and a very family-oriented college student that resigned to his fate as the Closer (and eventually the Keystone).

As for the side characters, Tamaki-san is my favorite. She's a hardworker, worrywart but ofc that's understandable. Souta's grandfather is kinda annoying at the hospital scene, but that's reasonable too, mind you he came from different generation from Suzume and Souta's. Their characters are very realistic, Asian parents' brand.

Plot

Disaster happened -> Two strangers meeting -> They fight the calamity together -> Strangers-to-lovers trope. Boring? I saw others review on twitter and they said yes these kind of plot is boring, besides three Makoto Shinkai's movies in a row has the same general plot. BUT NOT FOR MEEE. They are similar but still different in soo many ways.

Compared to the other two (Your Name and Weathering With You), it's the female lead that help the male lead to comeback to mortal world. Suzume's ending is not an open ending, no one forget each other, just they happily ever after. The calamity still exists as long as the world is but they had each other. ROMANCE IS NOT DEAD

Conclusion

SOOOO I love this movie!!!!!!!! I'm never get bored of Makoto Shinkai's strangers-to-lovers story, even if as the older I watch them the more I can't relate with how the leads falling in love with each other in just a week or so. Guess that's a personal thing lol.

Also this review is very biased bcs I was watching at 4DX 2D studio, where my experience must be different from watching at the 2D ones. It cost twice than the usual 2D tix (count it 6 times bcs I paid for my sister and brother's tix hhhhhhH), but hella worth the price!! Highly recommend to watch in 4DX if it's available in your place for the best experience.

omw to the ever-after dimension to ki** the little me

Some unnecessary remarks (MAJOR SPOILERS)

It's so funny when Souta and Suzume got played by Daijin, kinda reminds me of my cats ajksjk DEVILISH FELINE

When Tamaki-san yelled at Suzume at the parking lot... I totally get it. I felt that sometimes towards my cats. Her anger and worry is understandable. I too will yell and shout at my children if they run away from home and can't tell me the reasons and just say "you won't understand it".

ANDD still on Tamaki-san and Suzume's bantering, when Suzume yelling back "That's why it feels suffocating!!", damnnn was it hits so close to home.

I amazed with Suzume's courage when she was trying to hitch-hiking car. I could neverrrr trust strangers :/ (but that's fiction for you ig)

When Suzume kiss the chair LMAOOO I CANTTT

Hospital scene:

Suzume: I'm not scared of die! I'm scared of life without Souta!

Me: damnn so corny *tearing up*

I almost fall from my seat when Suzume climbing the big worm in Tokyo. Watching at 4DX studio and the shaking from the seat is no jokee HAHAHA IM SO EMBARASSED i hope the woman next to me won't remember this 😭😭

#suzume #suzume no tojimari #qomah unsolicited review #anime #EVERYONE GO WATCH SUZUMEEEEEE #makoto shinkai #i want to watch it again so badly ;w;#movie review #anime review

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clouds-rambles · 4 years ago

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hello!~ o(〃＾▽＾〃)o

can i request headcanons for kaeya, diluc, childe, and venti on what they would while their s/o dies in their arms? (if thats okay with u <3)

thank u sm! :))

BESTIE THE PAIN I FEEL RN!!! Omw to make hurt some of my faves hope you enjoy <3

Also guys I’ve been here for a day how are there almost 50 of you following?!

Pairings; (Separate) Kaeya, Diluc, Childe, Venti x reader

Warning(s); hurt, big hurty, reader death, vague wound description, cursing, talk about dead bodies

Keep reading under the cut!

Kaeya

This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. You were meant to live forever with him. You were supposed to grow old with him and become a parent to your future children. You were-

“Kaeya” you choke out smiling at your partner above you. The man shakes his head mentally pleading with you to not die “Kaeya I will always be on the wind” you tell him, a shaky, bloody hand raised to his cheek to weekly caress it

“Please” he pleads “Please don’t die on me [name]” you smile at him feeling the breaths in your lungs disappear

“I’m sorry Kae--ya” you apologise before passing away in his arms

He doesn’t move for a long time. He doesn’t feel for a long time. The one person he could share his secrets and his love to gone. Away with the wind

Kaeya doesn’t remember the last time he cried, but he’ll remember this one.

Your beaten, bruised, broken, dead, and beautiful body slumped in his arms as his tears fall from his face as he feels an absence in his heart

How is he supposed to live on if this is the pain he feels right now?

Jean eventually stumbles upon Kaeya out in the wilds, still clutched to your now cold and even more lifeless body

Jean manages to get the man up with your body held close to his chest

“Jean, I can’t, I can’t let them go” he pleads as if he’s waiting for you to simply wake up in his arms

“Kaeya...” Jean says in a concerned tone having never seen him in such a state, even he seemed to quickly recover from his fathers death

Eventually Jean coaxed Kaeya to go back to the city and leave your body in the hands of the sisters. Where they dressed you up and prepared a funeral service for you

The funeral was larger than Kaeya was expecting, you had affected a many more people than he realised from your small jobs around the city. Kaeya can’t help but be awed at how many people you’ve helped while you were in Mond

The usual chatter of Mondstat is quiet and in a time of grieving for about a week or so, many people have wonderful memories of you and Kaeya seems to be collecting them all, that and bunches of flowers. Many of which find themselves laying on your tombstone as Kaeya tells you about his day

A month passes and it seems like everything's back to normal, Kaeya is back to his outgoing self. He spends more nights at the tavern, but even Diluc doesn’t have the heart to cut him off.

Jean seems to pick up on the smallest things, goddamnit Jean, the extra nights at the tavern, the eyebags, the weeping she can hear from his room. In it’s own right is heart-breaking, the acting Grandmaster cannot imagine what it’s like to be actually experiencing that kind of pain

Diluc

No, not like this

You had both decided that night to join each other in your little vigilante escapade. Which was fine you had both done this before, but tonight resulted in something very different

Here you are, head on Dilucs lap. This could be considered romantic, and often was, were it not for the fact you felt like you choked up a mixture of your lung and your bloody supply

“Diluc” you speak with a much worse for wear voice, the red-head looks into your eyes, eyes already gaining moisture. A similar scene has befallen him before, a Diluc knows how this ends

“Please” he pleads his voice wavering “Please don’t leave me” he chokes back a sob and tears fall off his face the salt hitting your own

“I love you so much” you start, Diluc shakes his head. Must you hurt him so with last words? “Don’t blame yourse-” another set of hacking befalls you as you lose more blood

“Please” he pleads again as the grip you had on his arm goes slack indicating your loss of life

Diluc screams, he cries and he hugs you close. He screams into the air of Mondstat until his voice hurts and he cries until all he’s doing is dry sobbing and he holds you close until you’re broken body is pried from his own broken mind

A wondering Jean heard his screams into the night sky and hereby answered them. She never expected to see Diluc, still in his vigilante getup, crying over your body

She calls for more guards who take your body from his and Jean helps Diluc get back to the estate. At one point during the walk Jean can feel DIluc shaking and hyperventilating. So they stand for a moment, Jean holds and comforts the wine-master before they move again

Jean has never seen such emotion from Diluc before, and she wholeheartedly hopes she’ll never have to see it again. Seeing Diluc so raw and rife with emotion is enough to make anyone cry. And Jean nearly did on more than one occasion.

Your funeral is small, much to Dilucs request and really only were attended by the estate and Jean. Diluc didn’t want to cry again in such a large audience

Though the maids often hear pained sobs coming from Dilucs room as he contemplates and often blames himself for what had transpired. Maids daren’t speak up about what they hear though, Diluc’s pain is more than understandable

Diluc throws himself into work opting to man the bar most days of the week and fighting for the city as often as he can. People around him are more than concerned

Diluc’s stoic nature seems to be intensified now, not wanting to let another person in and die in his arms. He’s seen enough death for his life and wishes not to lose more loved ones

Everything seems to have moved back to what life was before you arrived in your life, depressive, monotonous, boring, mundane for the most part and sad. So very sad

He wishes for a day where his heart isn’t strife with grief, but he doubts that day will not be coming anytime soon

Childe

You grin up at him, feeling close to naught pain coming from the gaping wound thanks to the excess of adrenaline that’s pumping through your body

“Childe” you say the smile still on your lips in an attempt at not making the situation as dark and horrific as it is. Childe speaks your name in return

“I love you” you tell him mustering the strength to cup the mans cheek, who immediately nuzzles into it. The situation almost doesn’t feel real to him. He’s going to be shaken awake by a very unwounded you in just a moment and inform him he’s having a nightmare

But that moment doesn’t come. Nor do any words come from you. Your slow rhythms of your heart remind you that he’s still got time, but you’ve expended all your energy. Your smile you’re wearing seems to be dropping

“I love you [name], I love you so much, you are everything I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you” he rambles bringing your body to his chest

“Live for--- me” you sputter out into his chest, a dying wish that Childe isn’t too sure he can uphold. Is it really living if he’s an empty vessel.

You go limp in his arms and he can no longer sense your heartbeat. Death had finally laid claim to you

Childe sits with you for hours, you’d expect him to be wailing like a banshee if you knew his personality but that’s rather not the case. Sobbing quietly is a better word for what happens. Most of his sobs and hacks for air are hidden in your hair. He pulled your body to his shoulder just to weep

Eventually he finds himself mustering the courage to walk back to Liyue Harbour. You firmly held in his arms. He knows that if he walks too plainly the Millelith would pry and ask too many questions for his fragile heart to answer

Childe ends up barging into the wangsheng funeral parlour, which surprises Zhongli a little. He’s about to go on a rant to Childe about how he must book an appointment, until he sees your lifeless body in his arms

The funeral is arranged quickly and neatly. There aren’t many people who attend, Childe is okay with that, he secretly wants to see his family and cry on their shoulder a bit

Instead he opts for a letter, which arrives to the family tear stained and lacking the usual penmanship ‘I’m sorry, you won’t be able to see [name] after all. They passed away not too long ago...’ he basically writes your arbitrary in the letter. And his whole heart is in every word he writes

Determined not to let anybody in Childe finds himself in a pattern, when he’s not throwing himself into battles he’s doing paper work or yelling at his subordinates and when he’s not doing that he’s doing his weekly fight with the traveller. Childe gets next to no sleep and instead opts to reading and rereading every letter and note you’ve ever given him

If Childe passes out at his desk nobody bothers him either in fear of getting yelled at by the harbinger or an understanding of losing a loved one

They never said being a harbinger was fulfilling work. Yet, he let himself believe that he could be fulfilled and content with a lover. What a shameful lie

Venti

He’s awfully quiet. He hasn’t experienced death in so long. Especially one he thought would be forever.

He couldn’t even get to you to hear your last words. Ironic isn’t it? He hadn’t heard that guys last words either. And yet this pains him so much more

Sure mortal lives are fleeting but he was certain he had more time with you. More time to see you grow old, more time to put off your inevitable mortality. More time to-

He’s hyperventilating, Venti’s body shakes as he finds nothing to ground himself not even the person he loves so dear is there for him. He feels like he could explode, breaths caught in his throat refusing to surface and come up for air. Despite being an immortal archon, the breaths that refuse to surface don’t fail to make him feel like he’s choking

A bard he is. And one that knows every song from the past, present and future. Suddenly the pained songs from the future make sense to him. He knew what was written. A love lost

Suddenly he finds himself crying and hunched over your deceased form making promises to the wind that he’ll never forget you. Much like he’ll ever forget that bard

He isn’t sure how long has passed but he’s still sobbing over your form, there aren’t many tears left for him to cry but he can’t find himself stopping. He feels like they’ll never stop.

Maybe he could lay beside you and sleep for another thousand years. But that would only delay the inevitable. The inevitable sinking feeling.

Maybe it was his fault for letting himself fall in love with a mortal, but in the moment he could truly see you living life with him. He could see a marriage, children. He wanted you to have it all.

Damn celestia and all things above for not letting you ascend, at least when he inevitably ascends you’ll be there to greet him. Curse that and your mortality

Jean eventually stumbles upon him during a recon mission to find him covering your body in various flowers, a crown made of cecelias don your head. He’s quiet, but he’s saying goodbye. Who would blame him? Jean doesn’t interrupt him and only wishes you a farewell

News of your death spread around town like wildfire, your grave donned with more flowers than Venti can count. He almost feels bad about not doing a public service after seeing how many people are truly in mourning

Diluc doesn’t push Venti to pay his growing tab no matter how much he should. And Diluc doesn’t say no to Venti singing his happy tunes in the tavern

It feels like his life has retuned to normal. Though Jean can’t help but look out the library window to see Venti sat atop his statue with an expression, as Jean can only guess, of sadness.

Venti finds himself going back to an old schedule again but he can’t miss the nagging feeling of somethings missing. The something being you

Sometimes he half expects you to hug him from behind, or join him up at the statue, or kiss him on his nose, or-

Venti can’t quite comprehend how he feels, he just knows there’s a hole in his heart where you belonged. And he doesn’t want to let anyone find their way into there

He doesn’t want to lose again

It’s happened too much

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dmnfox · 5 years ago

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{Here’s a taste of the comic I’m working on. Enjoy.} Dawn.

Another morning to wake up in a cold lonely bed. It wasn't always like this. Waking up to a warm loving partner -his arms would always hold her so close to make sure she was safe and state that she was his. The deep growl in his throat from the air he inhaled and exhaled was like music to her ears whilst her head laid upon his expanding chest. The heart beat that sang along with the music was always something she looked forward to when waking up.

"Stacy." called out a voice.

"I'm up, I'm up." She sighs.

Stacy sits up to the sound of her sister and walks out of her room. Her hair is a mess and she looks as though she hadn't gotten proper sleep. Opening the door there are empty whiskey bottles and one half drank from the night before.

"Yes, little sister, how can I help you this fine morning?"

"I'm going to be gone for a couple days, can you please. Please. Stop moping in bed, take care of YOUR kids, and help clean this apartment while I'm away. This whole....scenario you put yourself in, needs to stop. My niece and nephew need their mother. Not just their aunt."

Stacy lets out an annoyed sigh as her sister continues ranting over her. Finally she had enough to listen to and rolls her eyes.

"Fine. I'll get cleaned up and.. Do what I can."

"Not just what you can. Do what needs to get done. You left HIM. You shouldn't even be sobbing over that... loser of a man."

What does she know. She hadn't fallen in love once and just cared about money. Finally, Stacy's sister packs up her bags and leaves to God knows where. Maybe she just needed a vacation from babysitting all the time while Stacy was out of commission to take care of her kids. She isn't wrong though. It was her decision to leave him. Left him because he couldn't even take care of his family and chased a dream that wasn't earning them support. All that exhaustion from fighting just to get him to understand that he should have been working a real job just to take care of his family.

A quick look in the mirror and she's just at fault. She hadn't been there for her kids in almost 2 years. That's not fair to them to lose their father and mother like this. Stacy sets her mind to getting herself cleaned up and into some clean clothes, kicking herself into motivation.

"Ok. Good first step. Let's check on the little ones." She smiles.

It feels like she had been gone for far too long as if returning from her travels where they were out of her reach. She walks upstairs to the lone room where they sleep. She hears giggling. Her heart warms up and she peeks the door open to see them playing with their toys.

"Morning, you two" She sang.

The kids shot up in excitement to see that their mother is doing better.

"Mom!" They both shout and run with a wide open hug to embrace their mother once more. Stacy tears up with joy and feels happy they missed her but sorry for not being around when they needed her.

"Are you feeling better mommy?" the little girl asked with worry.

"I'm feeling much better, darlings. Much much better. I think it's time to get you both ready for school but after school, what do you say we go out for ice cream? A nice treat to make up for me not being around."

"Okay!" They cheered and ran over to grab their backpacks, grab their lunch boxes, and hand them over to get packed for the day.

Stacy had gone to the kitchen to fix up some sandwiches, put grapes in baggies, and pack them all in the lunchboxes along with their favorite juice. All set and they stand at the door awaiting for their kisses goodbye. Her son, however, seeming a little sad.

"Hunter? What's wrong sweetie?"

"I really miss dad.."

"Me too.." the little girl interrupts.

Stacy sighs seeing her kids so heart broken and honestly she misses him too. He may not have been the greatest in supporting them but he was a wonderful father and loving husband. Having each other shouldn't that have been enough?

"I know, darlings.. But this is for the best.."

The children don't answer after that. They take their lunch boxes in silence and leave before they miss their bus leaving Stacy alone in the apartment. Her sigh breaks the silence and she brushes her fingers through her hair pulling it back into a pony tail. She can't lose this motivation now. She has to get better. For them.

Stacy makes her way back to the kitchen to get it cleaned, then came the vacuuming for the carpet, then clearing out some boxes that are in the way. She wiped down the bookshelf that was covered in dust to stack her packed cook books, collected articles, and some romance novels. The last book caught her attention. Her wedding album. Her heart began to race to the sight of it. She couldn't tell if this was her guilty conscience speaking or the love that never left. She sits down at the couch giving the front cover a long look. "Two halves of a heart finally one" it said on the cover.

She bites her lip and finally flips the heavy cover open. It had it all. From the walkway to the altar, from the church to the after party, all adding up to their honeymoon. Each one carried a bright smile that no darkness could hide. It made Stacy smile and hurt all at once. She couldn't help but feel it was all her fault.

"Why did I do this to them?" Her broken voice let out. "All because finance was the upmost importance, did it have to end this way?"

It's at this point tears begin to stream down her face. No matter how many times she wiped her eyes more just seem to escape through her fingers. She gave out a few sniffles before looking over at another opened box. How ironic. It was the box that carried her jewelry with her wedding band inside. As if she needed more of a push in this stressful pressure. She couldn't stand it, it's at this point she's boiling over.

"I have to talk to him. I have to make things right."

Stacy has made up her mind. This whole thing was a mistake and she should have known once she had picked up the first whiskey bottle after her divorce papers were approved. She never thought he would sign them. She had hoped that he had fought harder for them even after his incident. He almost died because of her and her fear just kept her away from him. All she could think of was how she could have put on her 'big boy pants' and walked in that recovery room to give him a piece of her mind for how stupid he was to pull such foolish actions. It tore her apart knowing that he was in his death bed.

Fighting hesitation, Stacy finally pulls through and grabs her phone. She reads over her horrid half ass written replies. She takes a breath and begins her text-

"Chase, I can't do this anymore I -

"Chase,

"Chase, the kids miss you. I'm willing to let you come over to spend time with them. It would really make our

It would really make their day. They get back around 4pm. Don't be late.

I lov

"Chase, the kids miss you. I'm willing to let you come over to spend time with them. It would really make their day. They get back around 4pm. Don't be late.

See you soon."

-send-

She lets out a heavy sigh now thinking 'this was such a bad idea'. After everything why would he want to go anywhere near her, she thought to herself. Her hands now cupped to her face unable to delete the message before he could see it.

Ting- her notification went off. The sound made her heart sink to the pit of her stomach.

"I'll come over sooner than 4! It'll be such a great surprise for them! Thank you, babe! Omw!"

"Babe.." She read out loud. Her worry suddenly got waved over with some gentle laughs and a smile upon seeing that part of the text. She told him never to call her that again, but this time she's overjoyed to see that he hasn't stopped. Now it is absolute that she has to get everything straightened up. She finished up with the rest of the boxes giving some a quick glance while putting the valuables properly away.

"Now to clean up my bedr-"

CRASH!

Stacy jumps to the sudden unexpected sound. It came from down the hall. Her room. After a few steps to inspect the noise she stops dead in her tracks. Something doesn't feel right. Everything in her gut is telling her to be cautious but she doesn't know why. She's sure she's alone in the apartment. Maybe it was a box that wasn't sat up right in the room.

"H-hello?"

The hall seems much darker than the usual. She could have sworn she left the blinds opened in the rooms to light up the apartment. It's no where close to dusk, why is it so dark?

"Is someone there?" Stacy starts to think she's just overreacting to something that was probably just a natural cause. She starts to relax and walk towards the sound after allowing the silence to verify she was alone. Upon entering the room it looks as though nothing fell over. She reopened the blinds to get a better look -reviewing the room top to bottom. Nothing fell over and she becomes even more confused. She shrugs it off and grabs a trash bag to collect the bottles that she had piled in her room and sits them down to throw them later. She doesn't want to risk Chase catching her in the act of her crimes. She smiles seeing that everything is turning for the better and hopefully her and Chase can make a compromise when he comes over.

Ting- Chase had messaged her again.

Hearing her phone go off she rolls her eyes with a smile wondering what the message says now. He better not be cancelling and chickened out. She turns to exit the room.

CLACK!

She stops right at the door frame. The blinds have shut rapidly putting Stacy back in darkness. She's stuck in place. Too scared to turn. Too scared to move. It's till she felt a cold breath graze at the back of her neck and the strands of her hair brushing loosely against her skin. Shaking, she slowly turns her head seeing an outline of someone right at her back -but it wasn't human. The green glow of its eyes made that perfectly clear to her. It mimicked the face of her ex-husband and she was in pure shock.

Finally, Stacy falls back dragging herself away from this creature trying to let out a scream but the shock has her stuttering.

It takes a step closer, and that alone made Stacy shoot back up on her feet to run but she wasn't fast enough. Its hand caught her from behind, covering over her mouth tightly keeping her in place. She can feel its nails pressing against her cheek while she lets out a whimper followed by muffled pleas. Suddenly, her words couldn't leave her lips. A swift swipe across her throat, and she's reaching for her neck as she struggles to breathe. Her muscles in her throat push up an iron taste to her tongue and she can't hold it in her mouth -the red fluid drips out and down her chin.

The creature lets her go with no care of letting Stacy fall on the floor, bleeding out pathetically at its feet. She crawls for her phone trying to reach for help but is forced onto her back, facing the creature once more. She stares in fear till her twitching body finally lets go and her eyes go dim.

***

Slam.

The car door could give him away easily to announce his arrival. Chase had straightened himself up and had bought Stacy's favorite flowers. One of the things that made him late aside from practicing in his car for 30 minutes on how to talk to his ex-wife after a year and a half. He's nervous like a child going on their first loop on a roller coaster. That argument of 'you can do it' 'no I can't' looping over and over in his head. He's here now and there is no turning back. Chase takes a breath and proceeds to take the stairs till he reaches the floor of Stacy's sister's apartment.

"Ok. Ok.. Here we go.. You can do this, Chase.. Win her back.."

Knock Kno- creeeeek

The door opened. Chase's face immediately furrows with confused. That's not normal, maybe the kids didn't latch the door properly when entering. He pushes the door to further open it, finding it dark inside.

"Stacy? Stacy I'm here." He calls out to her.

Chase doesn't hear anyone answer to him but the deafening sounds of silence. He decides to walk inside and sit his stuff down on the counter. At the corner of his eye he spots a red puddle soaked into the carpet. He felt cold and the color drains from his face once he saw it. He gulps hoping that it wasn't what he thought it was, but to his horror his hope was immediately shattered once he saw Stacy lying lifeless on the floor.

"STACY!!!" He hurries to her side even though it was too late. "Oh God.. No..NO!!" He cries.

Uncontrollable tears pour down his face. Chase holds her tightly rocking back and forth -not giving a damn of getting blood all over him. This had to be a nightmare, a glimpse of his own personal hell, karma striking him where it hurt most.

"AAAAH!"

"Dawn?" Chase snaps out of his grief after hearing his little girl scream. "KIDS!!"

He lays his deceased love down and hurriedly gets himself part way up the stairs to reach his kids.

"Shit.. It's dark.."

He pulls out a lighter and treads carefully not knowing if this monster could be waiting for him around the corner. Chase finally reaches the top, a red light illuminating out of the kids room. He focus' on the figure that stands in the middle of the door way. Chase is struck once he sees its face and its devilish grin.

"Wh-Where are they?! What do you want from me?!!"

̴ͤ̽ͯͤ̈҉̛̟͓̻ ̘̇̋͆͠ ̶̧̦̭͓͇̱̹̮̏ ̯̩͉̻͑̇ͥ̅̽ͨ́͟ ̿̓ͧͭͫ̍̔̎͏̵̢̱̻ ̲̭̝̺ͣ͑̔͂ͮ̀̕͞ ̼̗̦̭̿ͦͧ̈̾͠ͅ ͈͔͕̖̈̆ ̷̟̹̥̱̟̅̾̀͢ ͓̫̣̲̯͆ͤͩ̂͡ ͤ̈́͋͆ͬ̚͏͏̯̺̫͈̖ ͗̌̒��̦̲͚͕͚ͤ̍̕ ̸̡̙̱̽ͥͯ̑ ̵͙͇͚͎̳̗̥̮̈͑͗ͧ ̸̬̘́̆ͩͭ̕͡ ͕͖͍̖̖̖̤̝̰ͩͫͬͨ̒̄̆͞ ̣͇̙͇̹ͮ̎ͫ̉ͨ͂̓͝ ̷̲̰̺̞̼̙͍̙̪ͤͮ͊̏ ̛͓̝̮̼͇͉͕̼̾͑̃̇̇ͥ̀ ̸̦̟̟͈͖͉̭͐̑́ ̷͔̫̭͈̾ͨͬ̾ͨ̅̏͒̚ ̻̫̗̟̲̣̺̓ͮ́ͫ͜ ̨ͭ͋̀҉̙͖ ̶̷̦̬̥͕̗̠̞̈́ͯ͑͗̃́͑ ̖̫̝̖ͧ̔̒̅͆̀ͅ ̧͍̥̲̤̼̾͊̍͜ ̨͇̘̠ͫ͗͐̊ ̸̍͋ͯ̅ͩ͏͚̹͕͎̭̦͎̞ ̻͙̿ ̶̛̫ͤ̄͆̅ͤ̄̾̎ ̨̛̹̾̏͒͟ ̏͟͏̦̪͙ ͚̗̩̙͚̱ͨ̉ͣ̑ͪ̀̕͡ ͕̬̙̜̦͔̖ͮ͆ͩ̎͟ͅ ̮̯̜͙͚̄̌͌ͮ͘ ̺͇̲̤̊͆͛̇̉̐̉͌͟͟ ̬̩̀̏̂̄ͭ̚͟ ̷͍̲̱̈́̃ͣ̓̈̐͗ ̴̢̧͉̭̏̃̀̑ͦ̉ ̸̦͇̻̜̗̪͕̗̻ͬͭ̀̍̽̏̅ͣ͟ ̶̯̪̠̫͌͂͆͘ ̨̓̐ͣ̋̔̕҉̗̮̞̘̦͚ ̷͍͇̩͖̳̠͔̬̥̽͒̿̓̓̆̏ ̷͖̖̬͕̳̹͕ͤ̊̃ͩ̿͆̉ͮ̄ ̌̓̃ͫ͂҉̨̜̙̘̝͈̯͔ ̸͆̀͏͚͙͇̫̫ ̴̦̪̗̮͚̈͆̂̃͆͑̃́͜ ̫͖̼̅ ̯͇̟͙̉ ͯͯ̏ͤͨ̈҉̠̝͖ ̖̳̖̼ͫͪ̅ͬ͒ ͙̲̠̝̹̎͂̓̌ ̇͆̈́̄̉́̅͂̕҉̘̺̬̬ ̶̗͎̭̤͖̺͉ͮͅ ̸̞̞̭̜̖̹̎̐̉̊̿ͩ̑̿ͦ ̋̿ͨ͏̬̺̥͎̣̦͢ ̨̥̜̘͔̖̲͍͔̉ͦͥ̃͘ ̸̶̬̟̩͈͈̳͎̟͛͗ ̴̢̭̬̼͖̗͍̬ͬͯͤͭ̐̽͗̌ ̱̫̦̲̫̥̅͛̊͊̔̾̊ͅ ͙͇͔̞̂̂̊̿͞͡ ͓̹͕̼̌̀͞ ̷̸̢͙̟̳̘̖̟͙͊̃̿ͯ̎̋̓̇ ̨̰̏ ̧͎̤͈̟̫̟ͣ̄̌͂͐͐͘͢ͅ ̢͇̫̪̲͙̣̝̤͓ͣͬ͋̚͡ ̧͎͖̞͓̯͕̙̱ͬͣ͑̈ͯ͋ͦ́̚͘ ͇̰͈͕̣̥̈ͥ͒̔ͤ͗ ͇̺ͤ͊̿ ̻̗̜̦͖ͬ̈́̀̚ ̿͌ͭ͂̀҉̢͕̙̝̤͚͖ ̵̙̹̳͖̘̾ͤ̎͝ ̈́̽̂ͨ̈́͛ͯ̓҉̳͓͖̱̗̫͠ ̎ͯ͆̀͐͜҉͎͙̟̖̻̀

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