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“You know, it fucking hurts me that I have to do that, Morgan. It really does.” Ogre said in a very serious tone, with a hint of sadness in his voice rather than the anger one would usually feel in a situation like that. In the past he used to get really angry with Morgue’s escapes and relapses, but it was mostly because he was extremely worried about his well being. One of the singer’s biggest fears was to lose his best friend to addiction. “But until you learn to have more self control, I’m going to have to lock you up like a fucking animal.” Ogre bitterly said as he locked the last of the locks on Morgue’s bedroom door. He felt incredibly evil and cruel doing that, but he couldn’t take any chances; every time his friend escaped, he got into some sort of life threatening situation. Ogre vividly remembered how stressful and painful all those episodes were to him. “I’m going out, I won’t take too long. I’m sorry, Morgan.” He sighed sadly and made his way out of the apartment.

Ogre mindlessly walked by the sidewalk, even though he knew he should be more careful, living in a dangerous area like that. He hoped one day Morgue would be well enough and they would have enough money to move out to a better place. His mind wandered as he thought about his friend while also being focused on getting to his destination. Suddenly, a loud whistle and a yelled word took him out of his thoughts. “Faggot”. That was what the man yelled. Ogre stopped dead in his tracks and turned around. Two bald men glared at him from the other side of the sidewalk. Feeling his blood boil with anger, Ogre glared back. Looking the way he did, having fluffy teased hair and wearing mostly tight fitting black clothes, he was used to receiving that kind of response from people, but it always angered him. “Fuck off!” He barked at them and resumed walking, shoving his hands into the pockets of his jacket. The men would probably walk away and mind their own business, or at least that’s what Ogre thought. He didn’t really care when he began hearing hurried footsteps behind him.

“What did you say, fairy?!”

Ogre felt the hairs in the back of his neck stand up as he heard the man’s booming voice right behind him. He spun around, his heart racing, and as the two men walked closer to him, he walked backwards, trying to back away from them. “I told you to fuck off and leave me alone!” Feeling threatened, the singer shoved one of the men. Right as he tried to run away, the other one put him in a headlock. “Get off me!” Ogre yelled, struggling against the man’s grip but to no avail; he was much stronger than him, even with the singer being slightly taller. Still thrashing and struggling, he was effortlessly dragged into an alleyway by the two men. “Let me go!” Ogre choked out as the headlock tightened around his neck to the point he could barely breathe.

“You know, faggots like you shouldn’t live in our society. You’re fucking scum.” The skinhead said, with a malicious grin on his face. Ogre coughed as he was released from the headlock, but his freedom didn’t last long as the man who was holding him grabbed his arms, pinning them to his back. The singer opened his mouth to reply to him, but froze as he saw the faint glistening of a blade in the penumbra. A hand clamped tightly over his mouth, muffling his terrified scream. Ogre began to struggle so desperately that he managed to free one of his arms, but the man was quicker. Tears of pain streamed down his face and he let out a muffled cry as he felt the blade of the knife pierce his stomach. The skinhead’s face was inches away from his and his eyes glowed with pure hatred and joy. Ogre screamed in agony as he stabbed him over and over again.

“Be careful not to get any blood on you, this skinny fag must have AIDS.” The other bald man stated, letting out a cruel laugh.

“You’re right. Just one more.” The man buried the knife deep into Ogre’s stomach, twisting it hard, but slowly. The singer felt as if he was about to pass out from the unbearable pain. “Where’s your boyfriend?” The skinhead taunted him, giving the blade another sharp twist before he removed it from the wound. “Pray that he comes save you. Or don’t, cause if he comes, we’re gonna kill him too.” Putting the knife away, he searched through Ogre’s pockets until he found his wallet. “Let’s go.”

Ogre dropped to the floor as soon as the man released him. He delivered a hard kick in the middle of the singer’s shoulder blades, making him fall over face first on the pavement. Ogre heard the footsteps and cruel laughter moving away from him. For a few moments, he absolutely could not move, being in too much pain to be able to do anything else other than groan and cry, pressing his hands against the bleeding wound. He hoped someone would hear him and come to his aid, but after the skinheads left, the street fell silent. Ogre removed his hands from his stomach and gasped as he saw how badly he was actually bleeding. Sobbing both in pain and in fear, he slowly began propping himself up against the wall so he could stand up. His legs felt numb as he took careful, erratic steps out of the alleyway. Looking around, he noticed the streets were indeed empty. More tears welled up inside his eyes as his dizziness began to increase. He didn’t feel like he could hang in much longer, but he knew that if he passed out, he would bleed to death. “H-Help...” Ogre tried to scream, but his voice came out in a weak groan. He was doomed: there was no one in sight to help him, he couldn’t use a payphone to call for an ambulance because his wallet had been stolen and he had locked up the only person that could come to his aid. “I-I don’t want to die...” He whispered, not realizing he had said that out loud.

Suddenly, a bright light flashed over him and he looked up to see a car coming down the road. Ogre didn’t think twice before literally throwing himself over the car, which stopped abruptly before hitting him. “Please! Please, help me!” The singer found his voice again as he leaned over the hood and staining it with blood, barely being able to support himself anymore. He heard the muffled sound of loud punk rock music coming from inside the car, and he felt relief wash over him as a group of people with colorful mohawks and long hair jumped out.

“Fuck, are you okay, dude?” A man with long, dark hair and a studded vest grabbed Ogre right as he was about to fall to the floor again. At this point the singer was blabbering incoherently, begging for them to help him and sobbing hard as he felt his consciousness slipping as the minutes passed.

“That goth is bleeding like a pig!” A girl with a pink mohawk yelled, horrified. “He needs to go to the hospital right now, guys!”

“Hey, can you tell us what happened? What’s your name?” A calmer and more collected metalhead tried to talk to Ogre. The mess of colors and sounds didn’t help him keep his focus. He felt himself being lifted up and put into the backseat of the car. Someone took his jacket off and pressed it against the wound in his stomach.

“I... My n-name is Kevin... Kevin Ogilvie.” Ogre tried to piece his words together as he felt his mind slipping further. “I-I was attacked b-by... Nazis... I need help!” A punk guy comforted him as he began crying again. “Please, I-I don’t wanna die!”

“You’ll be okay, dude.” The punk guy tried to reassure him, gently stroking his fluffy hair. “Nazis are fucking scum.”

Ogre couldn’t keep his eyes open anymore, but he felt the car going across the streets at a fast speed. “M-Morgan...” He muttered. “Tell him...”

“Who’s Morgan?” Was the last thing he heard before everything went dark and silent.

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[hellserpent]

A Laboratory Snake (Morgue and Twin)

The Twin groaned softly as he began to gain his consciousness back, a hissing sound mixing with his groan. He slowly opened his eyes, blinking to adjust to the bright light that shone above his face. He moaned again as his eyes painfully adjusted to the setting and he got the chance to look around. The snake man was in a completely white room filled with fridges and cupboards containing weird objects that seemed like chemical mixtures, with bright lights coming from the ceiling and shining all over the tile walls. When his brain began working again, he finally understood he was in a hospital room.

Panic immediately took over him and his body jolted. It was then he noticed he couldn’t move, and looked down, horrified as he realized he had been strapped to a hospital bed. The Twin hissed angrily and fearfully, thrashing around and struggling against his restraints as his mind recollected whatever had happened to him. The only thing he remembered before blacking out was being in a strange place on the Earthly world, when he felt an arm wrap around his waist and the painful sting of what was likely a needle in his neck. He barely had time to react as the chemical entered his blood and he passed out.

The Twin knew screaming for help was useless; there was no other carnies with him there. He still tried to struggle to free himself, hissing angrily and grunting with the effort made, his heart racing inside his chest. When his sensitive hearing caught the sound of footsteps approaching the room, he settled down and stopped thrashing. He turned his whole atention to the footsteps, breathing heavily as adrenaline coursed through his veins and his mind raced in a million confused thoughts he couldn’t keep track of.

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{CLOSED}

❝Hey! I think I’ve seen you around...Morgan, right?❞ Ashley finally greeted the familiar stranger he’d caught standing on the sidelines. It was odd how the darker haired man always seemed to be on his own. It made him sort of pitiful, actually. Ashley wore his usual beam, exuding nothing but friendliness and animation in abundance. ❝I’m Ashley!❞ he introduced, bouncing on his step to near closer. ❝I can’t believe we’ve never spoken, before!❞

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[tina-hewitt-largo]

// My Morgan OC

// Guys, go follow my OC, Morgan Wright Hazard!! He is a Repo! OC, a surGEN and a drug addict in secret. I got Ogre’s fc! bringmemycocaine.tumblr.com/

[detailsinmydevils]

Pain is weakness leaving the body (bringmemycocaine)

23. Rper’s choice (choice: 7. after a bar fight)

Ogre slammed the front door shut behind him and let out a partially relieved sigh. He looked down at the floor as his shaky legs tried to support the weight of his body, as he still breathed heavily due to the adrenaline and anger he felt. The singer wondered how he had made it out alive; in fact, he had barely made it out alive of that fight. The two bulky guys he confronted at the bar really messed him up, and if it wasn’t for a security guard stopping them, they would probably have beaten Ogre to death. Still, the singer was proud of how he broke one of the guys’ nose... That is, before the man broke his. Ogre was a mess; his clothes were torn and bloody due to the blood that escaped his nose and mouth and ran freely down his neck, his face was a mixture of cuts and bruises and one of his eyes was swollen shut, his stomach and ribs hurt due to the kicks and punches he had received, most of his muscles were incredibly sore and his right wrist throbbed from being twisted hard behind his back. It was a miracle that Ogre hadn’t passed out mid way to his building. His head hurt a lot from the kicks dlivered to it. The singer probably had to go to the hospital, but all he wanted was to go home, to the apartment he shared with his friend, Morgue.

Ogre sighed as he slowly walked to the bathroom, still feeling dizzy and in pain. He just wanted to take care of his wounds and go to bed to forget that night had even happened. He wondered how he would explain his state to Morgue, though, specially because the reason he fought the men in the first place was because they talked shit about Morgue. Ogre would never allow anyone to say anything about his brother and get away with it. He hissed and winced as he threw cold water over his face, which made his cuts sting. Being too immersed in the pain and in those thoughts, he didn’t notice the sound of footsteps approaching the bathroom.

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"Kevin? Happy Birthday to you, my brother! I have something here for you!" -bringmemycocaine

“Thanks, Morgue! You got me something?! Oh, you didn’t have to!” Ogre grinned at Morgue, sort of knowing already what his present for him would be. He walked up to his friend and gave him a warm hug.

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"Who did this?" -bringmemycocaine

Ogre rolled his eyes angrily, but he wasn’t angry at Morgue. “I told your piece of shit dealer to stop selling you drugs and he punched me in the fuckin’ face. Fuckin’ asshole.” He muttered, going to the fridge and taking an ice pack, hissing as he pressed it to the blossoming bruise on his eye.

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(Whisper in my muse's ear) "I'm going out now... I need my cocaine... I'm sorry..." (bringmemycocaine)

Ogre moaned slightly as Morgue’s whispers woke him up from his sleep. It took him a few seconds to understand what his friend was saying, but once he did, his eyes shot open and he jumped from his bed, wide awake. “No... Morgan!” He exclaimed, reaching out blindly in the dark until he managed to grab Morgue’s wrists. “No, you’re NOT going out! I’m not letting you!” Ogre almost yelled, feeling tears burn the inside of his eyes. “Please, don’t do this... I’m begging you...” He whispered, his voice cracking with emotion.

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"Excuse me, sir? Um... Do you have a light?" The raven haired man asked, his eyes looking tired and red, a bit hooded also. He looked like Ogre's twin or something, from when he was younger. -bringmemycocaine

Ogre looked at the man who approached him and rose one eyebrow. He saw the look in his eyes, a look he had seen in many people, including himself. He was a drug addict, he supposed. Just like him. “Uh... Sure.” The singer answered, fumbling inside his pockets before handing him the object. “Can I have a cigarette, though?”

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