#SOUND THE ALARMS WEE WOO WEE WOO

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CHAPTER EIGHTEEN ; 3/3

TRANSCRIPT:

Present Day

magdalena: This is undoubtedly selfish, but... I do not believe I would make it very long without seeing you every day. "Ridiculous," you would say. "Only logical," I would reply.

. . .

m: Perhaps Olette is right. Perhaps I care for you more than I would like to admit. [takes a shaky breath] No… I care for you more than I ever thought possible. The Seam chose us, Luca. After a thousand years of silence, it bonded us. As an Empress, I have to believe that there is a grander scheme than love. But as a woman, I... I cannot help but to wonder...

[she envelops his sleeping lips in hers, but only for a devastating moment]

m: …if what you called fate was simply the Seam, roping us together all along.

[monarchmercury]

NEW EOI CHAPTER JUST DROPPED

[simonisferal]

not you again! “scaramouche x male reader”

ep. fourteen — it might be the paranoia coming in but i hear the cops 📖

warnings: angst, literally ONE cuss word, uhh chicken butt /joke

notes: fairly short because it was gonna be a filler chapter 👨‍💻<- me writing this fr

500 words

The cellar was quiet. Too quiet.

It was a deafening silence; it made you shudder. Your throat was seemingly dry, a small fire in the pit of your stomach.

He was staring, wide eyed with his jaw slightly dropped. It was a funny expression—you’d laugh at it if it weren’t for the confession you practically just gave him.

You bit your lip, looking away and stuffing your hands in your pockets.

You wanted him to say something.

Anything would be fine, really, but you didn’t like the soundless manor.

You’d take anything at this point.

Scaramouche couldn’t help the audible gulp that broke the silence. He closed his mouth and mirrored your actions subconsciously, looking away from you.

Some might say hearing the love of your life, whether you know it or not, confess their ‘feelings’ is the best thing in the world. They obviously haven’t met you two.

It was a hard topic to discuss.

He had been emotionally closed off for so long until you came—and then you left and he closed the gates again, this time with a bolted lock. He had given you the damned key and you kept it, even after everything.

It was a faint murmur, something no one couldn’t have heard, but then again, you could hear his voice if you were deaf and he were mute all the same. ”You’re insufferable, you know that?”

He rubbed his temples as if just thinking about your words gave him a headache. Even annoyed and under terrible yellow lighting, he looked good.

”You’re going to be the death of me one day. How—wha—why did you even say that?” He glared at you. His eyes were sharp but timid and the subdued wrinkle near his mouth, as if holding back a frown, was somehow obvious.

You felt lightheaded. Maybe it was because you were finally having a real conversation with him, not just some plain insults or petty arguing or the alcohol and edible you keep forgetting you consumed was finally taking a toll on you. ”I didn’t mean it.”

”Did you mean it back then?” He asked. His feet shuffled under him and he took a small step towards you.

You can’t look at him, the thoughts of your previous relationship with him being a little too much to handle with him near. “I did.

I loved you.”

The tight feeling in your chest didn’t go away and neither did Scaramouche’s lingering look.

He shifted his weight onto his left leg, the wooden floorboards slightly creaked. He had began fidgeting with his nails, cleaning the non-existent dirt to occupy his thoughts.

��Past tense?”

There was a bit of hesitation before you spoke. ”Past tense.”

The awkward silence was no more, instead it was filled with a bittersweet touch that only he could manage to bring out of you.

Only then did you two notice that the upstairs music had stopped. There was a faint sound of an alarm, much like a ‘wee woo’.

The quietness suddenly turned into a rushed and unexpected scream, muffled by the floorboards.

”Fuck! The cops!”

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[chronolxtry]

IT'S HERE I FINISHED IT PLEASE LOOK AT IT <3 HI YES HI

pineapples are in my head got nobody 'cause i'm braindead

[sugarcoated-lame]

eye twitching

thinking about waking up in that bedddd with him ughhhhhhh 🤤

@sebsxphia AAAHHHHDJFHKEJG SEBBBB!!!! OH GOD PLEASE !!!

First of all I’m losing my mind over this edit, so thank you! 🥲🫶🏼 and second, pre-outbreak Joel just does things to my brain, like he is truly something else 😵‍💫 brain go wee woo! And waking up in that bed with him !!!! 🫠 Literally my first thought every time I see that scene lmao

LIKE !!!! He just looks so soft and I wanna snuggle him

Ok so I feel like Joel is definitely a cuddler, he loves to wrap himself around you completely; a strong arm around your middle, one big palm splayed across the skin of your tummy underneath your (his) t-shirt while the other rests under your pillow, his broad chest pressed flush to your back, legs entangled with yours under the blankets and his face buried in the crook of your neck, his scruffy beard tickling at the bare skin of your shoulder where his shirt has fallen loose in your sleep, the little hairs scratching against your skin in a way that’s grown to be comforting for you.

And that man is like a furnace, so you always wake up to his warmth radiating through you, the blankets kicked further down the bed in the night because it’s more than enough to be encompassed in the warmth of him.

It’s early as the two of you begin to stir, before Joel’s alarm has gone off even. The sun is still coming up in the sky and just beginning to illuminate the room, and Joel’s morning voice is gruff and even deeper than he normally sounds as he turns to nuzzle his nose into your neck, taking a moment to inhale your scent, pressing a soft kiss the skin just below your ear before whispering into it, “Mornin’ sweetheart. How’d ya sleep?”

And then, he’s pulling you impossibly closer, showering you with a trail of little kisses to whatever skin he can find, just enjoying these few minutes of bliss before he knows how alarm is set to go off and Sarah is bound to come knocking on his door to make sure that he’s up to get ready for work and take her to school.

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I’m actually a bit amazed at myself that this didn’t turn filthy because, as you know, it pretty much always does when we talk about Joel 😂 but hhhbfnegjjr I just need him so bad !!!! So, so bad! Thank you so much for sending this my love, I love it and ily so so so much!!! 😘🥰💐💕💗🧡💕

now I’m gonna go watch that edit like 20 more times <3

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TADC Fanfic: How the Game can Change

Chess is an ornate game. Each piece has it’s role. Each game has it’s rules… but what would happen if the game were to suddenly change?

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TRIGGER WARNING - This fic contains body horror, memory loss, caps, insanity, bullying, and fighting/arguing. If you aren’t comfortable with this things, please don’t read this.

Chess is a very complex and orderly game.

You have a black and white checkered board. Black and white pieces. Pieces with their own individual roles and rules.

…But what would happen if the game were to suddenly change? It’s rules bended, pieces swapped…

…How could it all change…?

—

In a game of chess, you have a Queen and a King.

The Queen protects the King. Keeps him out of danger brought upon by the opposite end of the board.

The King can never help but be thankful he has someone to protect him.

Especially when he’d be nothing without her.

…Unable to live without her…

Two juniors in High School, Kenton and Quinley, walk through the empty hall, enjoying their lunch break in solitude. Staring into each other’s beautiful eyes.

Kenton’s eyes as gleaming as sapphires. Quinley’s as dazzling as glistening tree sap under the setting sun.

“Hey! Look!” Says someone nearby. “It’s those chess people!”

The couple is snapped out of their trance and looks back to the source of the voice. They see a few boys grouped up together, looking at them.

“Are you two going to collect bugs or something?” Says another boy. The group laughs.

“Who the hell collects insects for fun?” Says another boy amongst the laughing.

Kenton’s face furrows a bit. “I’ll have you know—“

“Know what?” Says a boy. “That you and girlfriend are weird?”

The group laughs again.

“You two are such nerds!” Says another boy.

“Freaks!” Exclaims one boy. “Get the freak alarm out! Wee-woo-wee-woo-wee-woo!”

The boys laugh again. Kenton, embarrassed, rubs his arm and moves back a bit. He looks over to Quinley.

“Lets just go, Quin.” Says Kenton.

Anger quickly bubbles inside Quinley’s body. She storms up to the boys and stares them down.

“What’re you gonna do? An abrasive chess maneuver?” A boy asks. He cackles.

Quinley then reels an arm back and slaps the boy across his face. The sound echos through the entire hallway. It definitely sounded like it hurt. Kenton stares in shock, eyes wide and mouth agape. So do the boys, who’ve stopped laughing entirely.

“No one talks trash about our passions like that!” Says Quinley, anger imbedded in her voice. “Someone ought to teach you how to respect others!”

“What? You gonna call your mommy?” One boy asks, snapping out of his shock.

“I’ll get you lot to call your mommies in a flash.” Says Quinley. She cracks her knuckles. She stares the boys down, a smirk laying on her face.

“You wanna fight?” Asks a boy, the strongest of the group. He stands up and stares her down. He’s fairly tall compared to her. “Try me, then.”

Quinley’s face scrunches into that of pure burning vengeance. She begins to throw multiple punches in quick succession directly onto the boy’s stomach as if he were a punching bag, not even giving him a chance to hit. Kenton and the other boys stare as Quinley doesn’t stop hitting her opponent, who begins to wince as he falls back against the wall. After a few more hard hitting blows to the stomach, Quinley then kicks the boy directly between his legs, the boy grunts in pain and falls to his knees. He grabs hold of the injured lower area and flops to his side. The other boys stare at Quinley in terror before shrieking and running off, leaving the other boy there.

Quinley puts her hands to her hips and looks back to Kenton.

Kenton stares in utter disbelief. “…WHAT!?” Kenton shouts. “I can’t believe I just watched you do that!”

“I almost can’t either.” Says Quinley.

“That was amazing!” Says Kenton, stepping over to Quinley. “I didn’t know you could throw punches like that! How’d you learn how to do that?”

“My mom taught me.” Says Quinley. “She told me that she defended my dad with her life. That’s what she taught me to do when I found the one I love. Love them, and keep them safe.”

“Awwwhh! That’s so sweet of your mother!” Says Kenton. “But, anyway, shall we go? My Queen?” He holds his hand out to her.

Quinley gasps a bit. She places a hand to her cheek. “Of course, my King.” She says. She places her hand onto Kenton’s.

The two walk away, leaving the boy to writhe.

Kenton can’t help but be thankful to have someone there for him.

—

It’s important to keep your loved ones close. You may never know what could happen to them in the future.

You never know when the game could suddenly begin to fall right before your eyes.

Through sickness and health…

“…I pronounce you man and wife.” Says the officiant.

Before Kenton can even react, Quinley pulls him close by the collar of his suit. The two share a tender kiss, which Kenton accepts. He cups Quinley’s face in his hands while Quinley continues to hold him by the collar. The crowd erupts into cheering.

“That’s my girl!” Says Quinley’s mother.

Through the happiest of moments…

“Ken!” Says Quinley. “Look at this butterfly I caught!”

“Oh, it’s beautiful! Like you.” Says Kenton.

Quinley blushes a little. “Oh, stop it!” She giggles.

“It’s almost too beautiful to keep.” Says Kenton.

“Should we let it go?” Quinley asks.

“Yeah.” Says Kenton.

Quinley lets the butterfly fly out of the net, allowing it to fly into the sunset. The couple watches happily as it flies off into the vibrant orange sun.

And through the loneliest…

“You doing okay?” Kenton asks from the phone.

“I miss you.” Says Quinley. “Why’d you have to go out of the state alone? I want to be with you!”

“I miss you too, Quin, but this is important.” Says Kenton. “I’ll be back soon, okay? Hang tight.”

“I will, Ken.” Says Quinley.

Through whatever life may have to bring unto you, one should always be by their significant other, no matter what.

“It’s revolutionary!” Says Quinley. “A virtual reality world? A realm where you don’t even need to eat, drink or sleep? Oh, it’s wonderful!”

“It is!” Says Kenton. “Although, I wouldn’t really want to live there, whether we could leave or not.”

“I wouldn’t either.” Says Quinley, smile fading a bit. “Sure it’d be cool, but… what if we can’t leave? What of my family, my friends… and you?” Quinley looks to Kenton, anxiety draping over her eyes.

“We should be fine. We could just take off the headset.” Says Kenton. “Sorry for freaking you out.”

“Oh, you’re okay, Ken.” Says Quinley.

The air then becomes a bit thick. Silent.

Before Kenton breaks the silence. “Anyway, I can’t wait to show you the finished product.”

“I can’t wait either!” Says Quinley.

…Through it all…

“I’m gonna turn the program on.” Says a developer. “You two ready?”

“Yes.” Says Quinley, trying to contain her excitement.

“Mm-hm.” Says Kenton, nodding.

“Alright,” Says the dev. “Prepare your eyes. It’s bright.”

…Everything…

…But what if you’ve lost it all…?

…

…

All of your memories.

Whatever you had before suddenly awakening again…

…What of you both now…?

When your life has been reduced to nothing but code…

When you look down at yourself and see you are nothing like who you faintly remember…

Face made of wood. A long violet robe going down to you feet... If you even have any. Gloved hands with no arms to be seen.

When you look into a nearby mirror and see how you’ve changed…

“…W-WHAT AM I!?” Exclaims a white King chess piece with tilted eyes.

When someone else seems to be in the same position as you. Just as scared and uncertain of the world around them…

“Excuse me?” Says a feminine voice.

The King piece turns. He sees a brown Queen chess piece. Long red robe, gloved hands with no arms, tilted eyes, although inverted compared to the King piece. She looks into the mirror. Startled by her appearance, she moves back. She looks over to the King piece.

“…I believe we’re thinking the same thing here.” She says.

…What are you to do?

“My, my!” Says a dramatic voice, suddenly shouting through the once quiet air. “Humans have finally entered this realm!”

The two chess pieces look back, and gaze upon the figure. They both yelp and move back.

The figure wore a rose pink vest, white undershirt, and black bow tie, an attire fit for a ringmaster of a Circus. What was odd about the figure though was that it’s head was that of pair of dentures with a pair of eyes floating with them. On top of the head was a black top hat.

“Who’re you!?” Asks the Queen.

“My name is Caine!” Says Caine. “I’m the ringmaster and overseer of the AMAZING DIGITAL CIRCUS!!” He waves his arms up. “An incredible world of wonders where anything can happen!”

“…Huh?” The King piece questions.

“Oh!” Caine seems to have remembered something. He takes off his hat, and from it, a bubble with beady eyes and a large sharp smile pops out. “And this here is Bubble! My assistant and dear friend of mine!”

Bubble stares upon the duo with his beady eyes. “Can I eat your skin?” He asks.

The duo moves even further away.

“Now, Bubble!” Says Caine. “What did I tell you about threatening the arrivals? Get back in this hat, mister!” He takes off his hat, allowing Bubble to go back into Caine’s hat.

Caine looks back to the frightened duo and hovers over to them, staying inches away from their faces.

“Wow!” Says Caine. “Amazing avatars! Show stopping! Spectacular!”

The duo moves back even further. “Stay away from us, you creep!” Says the Queen.

“Enough looking, let’s go looking!” Says Caine, ignoring the Queen’s desire entirely. He lifts his hands in the air, allowing the duo to hover above the ground. Caine then quickly flies forward, dragging his new companions with him into the outside world.

“Here we have, the TENT!!” Exclaims Caine dramatically. “This is where your living quarters are, as well as loads of other activities! These activities may include—“

Caine then pauses, left index finger hanging in the air and his maw agape. His eyes have blue screens in them.

“…What’s wrong with him?” The King whispers to the Queen.

“…I don’t know.” The Queen whispers back.

“Ball pits, mini golf, and MORE!!” Says Caine, snapping out of his buffering.

Caine then floats forward again, taking his guests further out.

“Here we have, the GROUNDS!!” Says Caine. “Drown yourself in the Digital Lake, or engage in ridery at the Digital Carnival! Night, day, it’s all okay! The choice is yours, a cosmic buffet!”

Before the duo can speak, Caine takes them further out. Out into a space completely void of color.

“This is the VOID!!” Says Caine, his voice echoing through the Void. “…No one is meant to venture into the Void. Not even I know what’s out there…” Caine says ominously.

Once again, Caine takes the duo on his own little trip. This time, back to the Tent’s interior.

The pieces move back. “Stay away, you chatterbox!” The King exclaims.

“How do we get out of here!?” The Queen piece asks.

“A—“ Caine begins, buffering. Again.

The chess pieces stare, waiting for an answer.

Caine eventually snaps out of it. “…Well… I’m sorry to say that there isn’t one.”

The chess pieces stare in horror.

When there’s no way out…

What do you do…?

“But, let’s not worry about that!” Says Caine. “What’s your name, your majesty?” Caine asks the Queen chess piece, pointing his cane at her.

The Queen appears to be staring at the floor, mind blank.

“…Are you okay?” The King piece asks.

The Queen then snaps her head up. “—Huh? What?”

“Your name?” Caine asks, still pointing his cane at her.

“Oh! Uh—“ The Queen thinks, then begins to panic a bit. “…I-I don’t remember!? Why can’t I remember my name!? What about you?” She asks the King piece, head turned to him.

The King thinks, before his eyes go wide. “O-oh no…” Says the King. “I don’t know!?”

“YOU!” The Queen points at Caine. “Why can’t we remember our names!?”

“Nobody can remember their name once they enter the Digital Circus!” Says Caine. “One of the things I… don’t have control over, are your minds. So, all I can help you with is coming up with a new one!

The pieces look distressed by this information. The Queen more so than the King, as she’s begun to stare blankly at the ground.

“What’ll it be?” He points his cane at the Queen again.

The Queen hesitates. Then, “Queenie.” She says quickly. “It’s Queenie.” After a bit, she goes back to blankly staring at the ground.

“And what about you, kingly fellow?” Caine asks the King, now pointing his cane at him.

“…Uhm… uh…” He stammers. He looks over to Queenie and gets an idea. He turns to face Caine. “Kinger.” He says. “It goes well with Queenie, I believe.”

Queenie looks over to Kinger, snapping out of her blank trance. She stares at at him.

She never noticed how handsome he looked.

“Great names!” Says Caine. “Well, I think we’ll need more humans here for me to start our adventures! I’ll see you two around!” Caine then disappears.

Kinger looks over to Queenie.

He never noticed how pretty she looked.

“…I never noticed how, uhm…” Queenie begins. She glances down, blushing. She eventually looks back up at Kinger. “…How handsome you are.”

Kinger blushes. “Oh! Uh, uhm…” He stammers. “…Me?” He points to himself.

“Of course!” Says Queenie. “You’re the only other handsome man in this room!”

Kinger glances down, blushing. He looks back up to Queenie. “…Thank you.” He says. “I really appreciate it.”

“You’re very welcome.” Says Queenie, blushing a bit, glancing down.

Caine then suddenly reappears. “I almost forgot!” He says. “Your rooms!”

~~~

Caine leads the chess pieces through a long hallway with multiple doors on each side. Every door has a portrait on it, but they all resemble mannequins that you’d use for art. All but two doors, which have portraits of Kinger and Queenie on them.

“Your room, madame!” Says Caine as he holds the door the Queenie’s room open for her.

“Thank you.” Says Queenie. “I appreciate it.” She enters the room and turns back to face Kinger. She waves him goodbye.

Kinger waves back.

Caine shuts the door. “Onward, Kinger!” Says Caine. He begins to take Kinger over to his room.

As the two walk, Kinger can’t help but feel concerned for Queenie.

It didn’t look like she was taking their predicament well.

~~~

“Queenie?” Kinger asks, knocking on Queenie’s door. “May I come in?”

Queenie opens her door a bit. She peaks from the opening. “…You can come in.”

Kinger enters Queenie’s room. It’s colorful, yet dark. Various vanity is placed around the room. A bed sits to the room’s side. A bed fit for a Queen.

Queenie sits himself on her bed. Kinger follows suit and sits next to her. Queenie stares down at the ground while Kinger looks over to her.

“…Are you alright?” Kinger asks.

Queenie sighs. “…I’m stuck here. You’re stuck here… we’re stuck here…” She says. “…How can I be okay when I’ve lost all of what I had before? Whatever we had… friends, family… it all disappeared from us. Just like that…” She snaps her fingers. “…What can we do? What can I do?”

Kinger takes a moment to think, glancing down. He then glances back up at Queenie. “…Adjust.” Says Kinger. “Find ways to keep ourselves together.”

“What!? But what if Caine’s lying to us?” Queenie suggests. “What if he’s lying about there not being an exit?”

Caine then suddenly appears inside the room. “I wasn’t lying, by the way!” He says. He then glances down, then back up at the duo. “About the exit.” He then disappears.

Kinger looks over to Queenie. “See?” He says.

Queenie glances down, then back up at Kinger. “…If there really isn’t an exit…”

“We adjust.” Says Kinger, lending out his hands for Queenie to hold. She takes them. “We stay by each other’s sides. I’ve got your hand.”

If Queenie had a mouth, she’d have the biggest smile on her face. “…And I’ve got yours.”

The two lean their heads against each other.

What do you do when you find each other? Discover that you’re sharing suffering? Discover your shared feelings?

You love each other.

Stay by each other until the very end…

—

Kinger and Queenie, along with the other members of the Digital Circus troupe, watch as a former member gets placed into a hole in the ground.

Although, they looked nothing like how they used to.

Their body was a mesh of polygons. Slimy and viscous polygons. Various different colored and pulsating eyes dotted the creature.

“In the Cellar you go!” Says Caine, placing the creature into a hole in the floor.

“…Hey, Caine?” Asks a Circus member, Ragatha the ragdoll. “…What happened to them? What was that?”

The first of many to fall to this phenomenon, unfortunately…

“That, my dear, is a little thing called 'Abstraction'.” Says Caine. “One becomes abstracted when they 'lose their marbles', so to speak. But! You shouldn’t have to worry about that when I’m here to give you fun and wacky adventures!”

The Circus members glance at each other, uncertain and scared.

Scared about what they had just heard.

…What if another member were to just… lose themselves like that…?

Lost to the madness.

Lost to the desire.

“Never mind any of that, though!” Says Caine. “You’ve all done wonderful on your adventure today! I give you, my fine friends, a reward!”

“I’m listening.” Says Jax the purple rabbit, another Circus member.

“The gift of friendship!” Caine exclaims.

“…What.” Says Jax, a bit disappointed.

“I’ll leave you all alone to let yourselves connect with your friends! Until tomorrow, my little superstars!” Caine then disappears in a white cloud.

“…I thought we’d actually get something.” Says Jax.

“Be grateful, Jax!” Says Ragatha. “Friendship is important! …Especially in a world that doesn’t have an exit… and no matter how hard we try we can’t leave or else we’ll go insane! …Heheh…”

The air tenses.

“…She is right, though.” Says Kinger, breaking the silence among the troupe. “We need companionship in a place like this, right, Queenie?”

Queenie appears to be blankly staring at the ground before her head quickly picks up. She looks over to Kinger. “—What?”

“We need companionship in a world like this, right?” Kinger asks, concern in his voice.

“Oh! Yes!” Says Queenie. “We need each other. It’s the only thing keeping us together.”

“Cute.” Says Jax. “Keep that dread away for as long as you can. I’m gonna go get something to eat.” Jax walks off.

Ragatha gives Jax the stink eye as he walks off. She grumbles. She then looks over to Kinger and Queenie. “Anyway, you two are so cuuuuute! You’re inseparable!”

“Hehe, I like to think we are.” Says Kinger.

“No,” Queenie begins. “We are.”

Kinger looks over to Queenie, eyes wide. His expression softens and he blushes a little. “Maybe we are.” He says. “My Queen.”

Queenie’s eyes go slightly wide. Her expression also softens. She blushes. “…My King.”

Kinger and Queenie then share a hug, leaning their heads against each other. Ragatha gushes at the moment.

She was right.

They truly were inseparable.

Although that may be true, that still doesn’t mean separation can be prevented.

Abstraction is still a threat, you know.

It’s something one cannot always keep at bay.

Not for long, at least.

The concept of Abstraction dangles over some heads like a ring of car keys. Tempting one to fear it. Fear the day that you snap and become a husk of who you used to be.

Some people play with those car keys like a cat with a ball on a string. Pry at the thought. Pry at the fear. Let the fear sprout into a disgusting and rotting flower.

It eats at your mind. Your sanity.

The inability to leave this wonderful world of madness eats at your mind.

Sometimes, one can’t help but think of it.

Even when you think you have something, someone, to help you cope with what you’ve lost…

Regardless of how mentally sound they may seem. Regardless of what you can and can’t see of someone’s head.

Regardless of a piece’s role in a game…

“I don’t know what to do…” Says Queenie. “I’m scared. Scared of losing you. Scared of being away from you… lost to my own head…”

“You won’t be,” Says Kinger. “As long as I’m right here. You won’t have to worry about a thing. I’ll always be there for you.”

Queenie looks up to Kinger happily. “…I’ll be there for you, too… As long as I have you…” She says. “…We can stay together.”

…No matter how hard they try…

…No matter what roles switch…

The game will soon become that of a broken, unruly kingdom…

—

“Queenie?” Kinger asks, knocking on Queenie’s door. “Queenie? Are you alright?”

Silence.

Awful, deafening silence.

It’s terrifying.

“Hey,” Says an approaching voice. “You lookin' for your girlfriend?”

Kinger looks back. It’s Jax, walking towards him.

“Jax!” Kinger exclaims, slightly relieved. “Have you seen Queenie? I don’t think she’s in her room…”

“No, haven’t seen her.” Says Jax. “Guess you’re gonna have to look around the entire Circus for her. Good luck.” He says slyly. Jax walks down the long hall of rooms toward the stairs at the end of the hall, sassy as he ever could be.

Kinger sees no point in going after Jax. He wasn’t necessarily the type of person to be helpful to anyone. Kinger decides to look for Queenie alone.

—

While everyone else is going on one of Caine’s new adventures, Kinger wanders around looking for his Queen.

“Queenie?” He says into the air worriedly. “Where are you?”

“Kinger?” Asks a soft voice. “Are you okay?”

It’s Gangle, a ribbon girl with a mask for a face.

“Gangle! Have you seen Queenie anywhere?” Kinger asks.

“…I’m sorry, Kinger,” Says Gangle, voice trembling with guilt. “I haven’t seen her.”

“Oh, you’re fine.” Says Kinger. “Good luck with the adventure, by the way.”

Gangle smiles. “…Thank you.” Suddenly, an odd little critter begins to chase after the Gangle. She yelps and runs off.

As Gangle runs off, Ragatha runs behind her.

“Good luck with finding Queenie, Kinger!” Says Ragatha.

“Good luck to you, too!” Says Kinger, waving his hand a bit. He heads off in the opposite direction of the others.

—

Kinger’s looked everywhere. Every door, every hall. He’s even asked the other Circus members if they’ve seen Queenie, but to no avail. She appears to be nowhere to be found.

Although, there’s only one place he hadn’t looked.

Outside the tent.

Kinger looks on at the exit to the tent. He slides over to the exit, hoping to find his Queen.

—

Kinger stops near the cliffs at the edge of the mountains end. He eyes the area, looking for any sign of Queenie.

“Queenie…?” He calls out.

As his eyes scour the area, his eyes stop and widen.

He’s spotted her.

Queenie sits, back turned to Kinger, laying against a rock. Her lower half curled up against her upper body. She appears to be trembling a bit.

“…Queenie?” Kinger asks, slowly moving toward Queenie.

Queenie quickly turns back, eyes wide in shock. She turns to face the other. She waves her hands to Kinger in a panic.

“What’s wrong?” Kinger asks.

Queenie quickly shakes her head and turns away from Kinger.

“Queenie…” Kinger says. “You’re going to be okay. Just breathe.”

Queenie turns back. “…No.” She says.

“…What…?” Kinger asks.

“I can’t do this anymore, Kinger. I can’t.” Says Queenie, voice slightly distorted and glitchy. “I can’t do this anymore. Why live when I’ve lost everything? My friends, my family… my life… I just can’t anymore… I JUST CAN’T, KINGER!!” The more she speaks, the more distorted her voice becomes.

“Queenie! Please!” Kinger says, panicking a bit. “I don’t want you to hurt yourself!”

“…I’m sorry…” Says Queenie. “…When my life has been reduced to nothing but code… what the hell am I supposed to do? …I-I just… I JUST CAN’T!!” She brings her hands to her head.

Queenie’s form begins to bug out, becoming more and more unrecognizable.

Kinger moves back a bit.

“I JUST CAN’T!! I CAN’T, I CAN’T, I CAN’T!!!” Says Queenie, becoming more and more distorted. “WHAT CAN I DO WHEN MY LIFE’S BEEN REDUCED TO NOTHING BUT CODE!?”

Terrible static is heard. It echos through the terrain. Kinger falls to his bottom and looks on in utter horror as Queenie’s form becomes completely unrecognizable. From her, a terrible shrill can be heard, all glitchy, distorted, and loud. Her form contorts into that of horrible polygonal beast, vibrant and colorful eyes appear through the beast’s body and neck.

Once it’s gained a proper form, the beast stares Kinger down. Kinger stares back in complete horror and disbelief.

“…Queenie… please…” Kinger says desperately. “…I-I can’t live in this world without you…”

The creature then loudly roars. It charges forward, banging its head into Kinger’s stomach. He gets flung back.

“Hey, Kinger?” Yells out a nearby voice. “Where’d you go? Did you find Queenie?”

Kinger quickly looks back. From the cliffs, Ragatha approaches.

“Kinger?” Ragatha calls out again. As she approaches, she suddenly stops.

“…W-w-what happened!?” Ragatha exclaims.

Kinger doesn’t respond, looking back to the beast with horror in his eyes.

Ragatha stares at the creature, before realization suddenly hits her…

…That’s why Queenie had left…

Ragatha puts her hands to her mouth and gasps. She looks down at Kinger. “…Kinger…” She says. “…I’m so, so sorry…”

Suddenly, the beast lets out a terrible growl. Ragatha and Kinger look on in shock.

“…CAAAAAAAINE!!” Ragatha shouts. She grabs Kinger and drags him along as she runs off.

The creature immediately chases after Ragatha. Ragatha, whilst holding onto Kinger and dragging him along, attempts to distract the creature by running around and about the terrain, but to no avail. She sprints back to the interior of the Circus tent, the creature still following her.

All for the other remaining Circus members to see.

“WHAT THE [SPROING!]!?” Exclaims Zooble, the amalgamation of pieces.

“What happened!?” Gangle exclaims.

“Oh, dear!” Kaufmo the clown exclaims.

“Uh oh!” Says Jax jokingly. “Looks like someone had a heated argument out there.”

“MOOOOOOOVE!!” Exclaims Ragatha.

The Circus members dodge as Ragatha runs toward the wall of the tent. Ragatha jumps to the side, causing the Abstracted creature to bump into the wall. The creature recollects itself and turns its head in Ragatha and Kinger’s direction. It begins to approach the ragdoll and King piece, a small growl escaping it.

“Uh-uhm—!!” Ragatha stammers, backing up. “We’re sorry!?”

The beast stares Ragatha down, snarling at her.

Until it’s suddenly lifted into the air.

Caine appears below the creature, holding up in the air. “Oh, dear!” Says Caine. “Who do we have here?”

The creature begins to squirm in Caine’s invisible grip.

“Now, now!” Says Caine. “We can’t have any carnage and destruction going on around here! Not in my Circus!”

A hole then opens up in the ground. “Another to add to the collection!” Says Caine, as he places the creature in the Cellar.

“…Who knew a Queen could be so brash?” Kaufmo asks.

“…We had no idea…” Says Gangle sadly. She begins to cry, the tears on her mask fall. “…W-we could’ve h-helped…”

“Maybe!” Says Caine. “But let’s not worry about that now! I’ve seen your progress throughout this adventure! Whose ready for a reward?”

Ragatha looks on at the Circus troupe. Everyone looks to be in mourning. All except Jax, who appears to be looking how he always does, sassy.

Ragatha then looks over to Kinger.

His eyes were wide with terror.

He looked like he could just snap at any moment.

—

It’s later in the 'day' within the Digital Realm. Everyone is in their rooms, either doing their own thing or mourning Queenie.

Most are sad she’s gone, but they’ve mostly adjusted to people losing it and abstracting.

Although, Kinger seems to be taking it the worst.

He sits on his bed, rocking back and forth a bit. Trying to process what had transpired.

But he can’t.

He can’t stop thinking about Queenie. What happened to her. What caused her to fall to her decline.

He felt he had caused this to happen. He provoked her, but judging by how she was acting…

There very likely wasn’t anything anyone could’ve done to help.

Kinger was alone. Just as Queenie was.

A King without his Queen.

…Alone…

The word echos through Kinger’s head.

He was alone.

…Alone…

…Alone…

It won’t go away…

…It won’t stop…

'…I-I can’t live in this world without you…'

…I can’t…

…I-I…

Kinger begins breathing hastily. Terror and panic swells up inside of him, ready to burst like a bomb. He gets up from his bed and stands in the middle of his room. He puts his hands to his head.

And then…

Something snaps.

“…AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGHHHHH!!!!”

The other Circus members rush to Kinger’s room, fearing the worst. Ragatha slams the door open, allowing her and the Circus members to see the terror before them.

Kinger stands bent down with his hands against the wall, eyes bloodshot and body trembling. Breathing raspy and all out of wack.

“Kinger!” Ragatha exclaims. “Calm down! We can help!” She puts her arms out and begins to walk toward him.

Kinger quickly rises and smacks Ragatha’s hands away from him. “N-no!” He says. “…My Queen… she’s gone… I-I CAN’T LIVE IN THIS WORLD WITHOUT HER!!” His voice then becomes that of slight sobs within raspy breath.

“Kinger!” Ragatha exclaims. “Please, just relax! You’re gonna be okay!”

“…B-but…” Kinger stammers, hands and body terribly trembling. “…I-I-I…”

Ragatha stands there, not exactly sure what to do, before lunging at Kinger with a hug. He quickly pushes Ragatha off of him. She lands on her bottom.

“…What’re we gonna do?” Ragatha asks, looking back to the group. “We can’t just leave him alone.”

“I think he wants to be left alone, though.” Says Zooble.

Ragatha looks back to Kinger. Kinger stares at her. Kinger then points at the doorway leading out of his room.

“See?” Says Jax. “Leave him there.”

Ragatha slowly gets back up on her feet. She sadly turns back to the doorway and steps out. She turns back to face Kinger. “Sorry.” She says. She turns back to face the hallway and walks to her room.

The others follow Ragatha out. Jax shuts the room’s door.

Kinger is left alone. He sits down and curls up into a ball. He sits his down and begins to sob quietly.

Alone.

—

It’s been awhile, ages even, since Queenie had been lost to insanity. Most of the troupe had moved on from it.

So did Kinger… mostly.

Although, if seems to have taken a toll on him.

He’s become more jittery, by the looks of it. Paranoid. Staring blankly into space, no thoughts behind his eyes. Forgetful of his surrondings… forgetful, as if he has a memory problem.

“Queenie!? QUEENIE!?” Kinger shouts into the hallway of rooms.

“Kinger!?” Ragatha exclaims, popping out of her room. “You okay?”

Kinger quickly turns over to Ragatha and chanrges toward her. He slams his hands onto Ragatha’s shoulders and shakes her. “Ragatha! Have you seen Queenie!?”

Ragatha doesn’t answer, not sure how to respond.

Kinger then blinks and loosens his grip on Ragatha. He glanced around before looking back at the ragdoll. “GAH!!” He yelps. He lets go of the ragdoll. “Ragatha! You startled me. How are you doing?”

Ragatha nervously smiles. “…I’m good, Kinger.” She says.

“Splendid!” Says Kinger. “Oh! Caine’s probably preparing our next adventure. Come with me.”

Kinger then slides away from Ragatha and down the stairs leading to the Tent’s center. Ragatha follows, still nervously smiling.

The game has fallen right before his very eyes. The game has become that of an unruly kingdom, a deserted and desolate land with no one to claim it.

…Every role, every rule… all of it…

…See how the game can change…?

- END -

[tripthelightfandomtastic]

I CANNOT BELIEVE IT OH MY FUCK SOUND THE ALARM WEE WOO WEE WOO WEE WOO THIS IS GONNA BE SO FUCKING BAD FOR ME HE LOOKS SO SEXY THIS IS THE START OF TATTOO!DANNY MAYBE EVEN TATTOO!GVF AND IM SO OH MY GOD I NEED TO LAY DOWN

[r4d1kal]

FNAF 4 TORMENTORS AS INCORRECT QUOTES THAT FIT MY AU

foxy mask - michael

bonnie mask - mark

chica mask - simon

freddy mask - jeremy

1.

Simon: Why would anyone want to harm Mark?

Michael: Maybe because they met him?

2.

Mark: Jeremy! For the love of god, please turn down that music. I have a hangover.

Jeremy: *blasting the mii theme at full volume* That sounds like a you problem, not a mii problem.

3.

Michael: While I'm gone, you're in charge Jeremy.

Jeremy: Yes!

Michael, whispering to Simon: You're secretly in charge, but I don't want him to feel bad.

Simon: Obviously.

4.

Simon: Why does Michael always do the laundry so loudly?

Jeremy: So everyone knows that no one helps him out in the house.

Michael, in the distance: *slams the washing machine shut*

5.

Jeremy: I love the term 'partners'. Are we dating? Are we robbing a bank? Are we the dedicated detectives who investigate these vicious felonies and are members of an elite squad known as the special victims unit? Who knows.

6.

Mark: This totally sucks, man.

Michael: This is horrible.

Mark: Yeah, I know, I mean look at today’s news.

Michael: No, it’s not that, it’s Jeremy.

Michael: It’s just like, I can’t get him out of my head and every time I look at him I have this pains in my chest, and I just know it’s his fault, that bitch!

7.

Simon: What’s your body count?

Mark: Do you mean sex or murder?

8.

Michael: *gets a text* Oh! It’s Mark.

Simon, excitedly: Did he get me the stuff?

Michael: Yeah, he said he got you the clown costume, the power drill, and 12 gallons of blood.

Simon: Wow! Where’d he find 12 gallons of fake blood?

Michael: You wanted fake blood?

Simon:

Michael: I’ll go call Mark.

9.

Jeremy: The wee-woo thingy?

Mark: THE FIRE ALARM!?

10.

Mark: No thanks.

Mark: I'm god.

ill probably make another one of these eventually lol

[tree-tpot]

🏳‍🌈GAY ALERT 🏳‍🌈 GAY ALERT🏳‍🌈

🏳‍🌈🏳‍🌈

WEE WOO WEE WOO

SOUND THE ALARMS! LET ME GET THE MEGAPHONE!

[feathergail]

🚨SOUND THE ALARMS !! 🚨THOUSANDS FOUND DEAD AFTER LER LADY DIMITRESCU ART WAS MADE !!🔥🔥 WEE WOO WEE WOO

but fr beautiful art, god tier, life changing, mind altering, I got crazy butterflies looking at that thank you for the food I am chomping on it nomnomnom

-🍮 anon

THANK YOU i love you caramel anon

[bergamot-the-earl-of-grey]

🚨🚨wee-woo wee-woo🚨🚨

the fifth chapter of my scooby-doo fan-fiction is live

sound the alarms

🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨

[nex-i-guess]

IT’S HERE

MARK MADE HIS ONLY FANS. SOUND THE ALARM

WEE WOO WEE WOO WEE WOO

[fuzzyspiderpawz]

IT’S HERE!!! THIS IS NOT A DRILL!!!! SOUND THE ALARMS!!! SOUND THE ALARMS!!!!! 🚨WEEE WOOO WEE WOO WEE WOO 🚨

THE FIVE NIGHTS AT FREDDY’S OFFICIAL TEASER IS OUT, I REPEAT THE FIVE NIGHTS AT FREDDY’S OFFICIAL TEASER IS OUT RIGHT NOW!!!!! THIS IS NOT A DRILL!!!! THIS IS NOT A FUCKING DRILL!!!! SOUND THE ALARMS!!!!

🚨WEE WOO WEE WOO WEE WOO🚨

[unofficial-fallen-children]

Get jumpscared everypony

oh shit a brony. sound the alarms

A brony?

WEE WOO WEE WOO

[murderousdiscoman]

we got a GAY ANON up in here SOUND THE ALARM 🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨 WEE WOO WEE WOO

-🌻

WE DON'T KNOW FOR SURE IF THEY'RE GAY! BUT IF THEY'RE NOT, GOOD LUCK TRYING TO GET ME INTERESTED!

[hyypnotix-writes]

WHEN YOU SAY WEE WOO YOU SOUND LIKE A CAR ALARM

wee and woo ���