#but look the kitchen is small and grey you don't understand how much a higher longer table and a rug would make everything better

[satturn]

i meant to simply mop the bathroom and the kitchen but suddenly it's six hours later and i've cleaned the whole house, moved around the furniture in two rooms, and bookmarked several new pieces

[horrorslashergirl]

A Hacker Story. When the package burns to ashes

Authors Note: Another story, another glimpse of who the psychopathic madman known as the Hacker, was.

Warning: Contains content that may trigger some people; scenes with bullying, certain sensitive topics of abuse and abandon, and disturbing themes because it's the Hacker.

It was another Friday night, and he wasn't invited to this so called party that his girlfriend attended, or was it ex-girlfriend? Xander could tell, because she simply said she needed a break, a pause, something so she could find herself.

He was confused and tried to understand what she meant, he gave her space, not wanting to pressure her. He was fine with waiting for her. After all, they made plans, after highschool, they would both go to college, make a carrer and have a future together.

He was the type to make long-term plans. Call him a perfectionist, but that's how he liked for things to be with certain topics in his life. After his mother left him, his sister and father, he wanted to make sure things will go all smoothly, so he took precautious measures.

So, here he was, entering her house, where the party took place, his grey eyes scanning the crowd for her, seeing all kinds of people, getting drunk and doing drugs, some moving upstairs and you didn't had to be a genius to know what they would do... Hopefully not get pregnant before they could finish highschool.

Walking into the kitchen, Xander saw his 'girlfriend' outside on the back porch, his grey eyes meet her blue ones, only the glass door between them and he felt his gut twist, not because he was anxious of talking to her, but because the football captain of the school was with her, flashing him one of these arrogant raised eyebrow expressions, his bulky arms crossed over his chest, putting on an Alpha male pose to assert his dominance silently.

"Blueberry..." Dalia whispered as she slide the glass door open, wrapping her arms around Xanders neck, making him feel all warm inside, basking into her scent and feeling his anxiety vanish, a smile tugging at his lips.

"I missed you." she murmured into his neck, his own arms wrapped around her and he felt like they were the only people into the room.

Pulling away, he grinned, his pearly whites adored by neon blue braces, as he looked into her sky blues, getting lost into them.

"I got you something." Xander said, pulling out a small tablet; it was a digital photo album with all their pictures together from the moment they meet, their memories and dates, screenshot of their cute messages together.

Of course all beautiful things have to come to an end as he was tugged outside on the back porch by the football captain known as Brian, making the slimmer male drop the digital tablet, Brian stepping on it, a crack could be heard, most likely broke it.

"Hey! What-" Xander argued, a frown on his face as he gazed at Brian who rolled his eyes.

"You weren't invited and that was with a reason. I got to make sure no freaks are coming to this party." he simply said, making Xander purse his lips, scoffing and giving a dry chuckle.

"Sure.... What would we do without the star of our school.. Mr. Perfect posting each day pictures all shirtless, with your football team and your red Porsche driving to school... And all the 4,000 followers on Instagram... Which half of them are fake by the way." Xander snapped, grey eyes narrowing more, stepping in front of the muscular tall male.

"But you know what? Us... Nerds.... We are not impressed." he spat, his eyes looking on Dalias who, like everyone was watching the whole scene.

"And what are you trying to say?" Brian asked with a bored look on his face.

"I am going to college. Me and Dalia. Together. To make a carrer.... Something that you will never do. You know what happens to popular guys like you?" The nerdy grey eyes male said, getting more into Brians face, making the sturdy guy shrug.

"They end up cleaning the toilets for people like me." Xander hissed, his patience wearing thin, not standing this asshole anymore, all that arrogance because he was tall, muscular and had a big status, with girls crowding around him, like he was the big shit.

Brian rolled his eyes and turned his back to Xander, not even giving him any thoughts, like he was invisible.

"Fucker." Xander muttered, under his breath, making Brian stop and chuckle, turning back to look him straight in his grey eyes.

"And what makes you think, you.... Of all people... Will realize something big, metal-mouth?" The jock scoffed, stalking over to Xander, putting one muscular arm over the nerds shoulder.

"If I recall.... Your mommy isn't the only one that left you." Brian commented with a smirk, pointing at Dalia.

Grey eyes widened, feeling suddenly small and self concious, looking at Dalia who didn't said anything, only looking away from him, trying to hide behind one of her friends.

"I guess, you don't have the balls, huh?" Brian added, gropping Xanders crotch mockingly, making the black haired male squeak and pull away, seeing everyone looking at him, snickering and laughing.

Swallowing hard like metal nails were piercing his throat, Xander run away from the crowd, from the house, taking his bike and peddaling away form the scene, from the party. Anywhere not there to be, feeling like he was all alone.

His mother left. His girlfriend left.

After many years....

Oh yes, he recalled these memories, and now he could only laugh at what happened back then in highschool. Ignorant idiots who think their world is at their feet only because they were lucky enough to be born into the 'perfect' family.

The Hacker researched more so out of pure boredom and curiousity what his former highschool classmates realized in life.

Most of them, had mediocre jobs that could hardly pay for a rent in New York City.

Brian? Looks like Mommy and Daddy went both broke, their company falling down to ashes. The price of having a loud mouth and being a show-off. He was no longer as sturdy as he used to be. Poor Brian thought that muscels and a good look could get him anywhere... The only problem is aging and the competition into a higher league of football was too much for Mr. Perfect.

Dalia? Finished highschool, got married to a guy who turned out to be an abusive asshole who kicked her out on the streets after find a better younger deal. She used to be so cute and innocent, and now she was selling herself on the streets of New York, because lets face it; as you age, you are not longer as desirable as you used to be back in the younger days. Guys want fresh meat.

They all thought they were invincible without a stable base. They all depended on someone; their mommy and daddy, their partner who was just using them etc.

The Hacker on the other hand? He builded his own empire all alone, not depending once on someone. He was his own boss, his own rules that he lived by.

He remembered back in highschool during a biology class, about the animal hierarchy.

They were two types; the solitary ones and the pack ones.

The pack ones were strong, only in big numbers, because alone, despite being hunter, they could turn to prey so easily. Lions, buffalos, wolvs..... Yes, they are strong ones, but without a pride or pack... They are completly vulnerable.

Then, the solitary ones; Tiger, Leopard, Crocodile, Jaguar, Polar Bears .... They hunt alone, all by themselvs and they excel into that department with impecable moves. They don't depend on anyone but their own skills and powers.

The Hacker was a solitary one and he loved to be like that. He didn't had to worry about anyone, to fill his mind with useless stuff about what the other might care when that someone can always turn their claws on him.

But he was a snake... Sneaky, cunning and venomous and if someone dared to mess with the Black Mamba, then this sleek serpent will sink his fangs into said person and make them wish they were never born.

"Oh how the hierarchy has turned upside down." he whispered to himself with a sadistic smirk, twirling the bowie knife between gloved fingers, eyes from behind the mask watching the countdown for the next Red Room Event.

'Only 2 Days 18 Hours and 35 Minutes Left'

"H-Help... W-Whose there?" a helpless voice spoke from behind the Hacker, looking over his shoulder to see the shiny metal chest, the broken voice resounding from inside.

"Soon.... Very soon." he rasped out, voice husky and dripping with macabre intentions.

The games have only just began.

[zombie-renji]

"Fuck my life, fuck my university studies, fuck my hundred and fifty-two credits and FUCK TEAM WORK!" I thought bitterly as I dragged myself to my home, both hands supporting heavy groceries that included my food for the next week and some comfort food for the next forty-eight hours when I'd be crying while eating triple chocolate ice cream and those salty crackers that everyone likes. The reason for my melt down was clear. More than clear. It was so clear that you could physically touch it.

You see, I am what one might call a genius. Both in good and bad. I usually didn't think much of it while the rest of the time I kept loathing the fact that I was something like that. You know how overly romantisized they are? How quote unquote easy their lives are? Yeah, we'll that's bullshit.

I may have IQ of one hundred and thirty but I sure as hell failed at lot of things. One of them being approachable and not an ass. Other one being having regular self-esteem instead of the one I have where I believe myself to be lower than dirt. It's a vicious cycle, ya know? I do something, I'm pretty happy about it and then BAM I'm hit in the face by the fact that I am isolated even while in a group because the said group cannot fathom my way of communication and needs these itty bitty words and super simple words to be able to understand anything I say without me being forced to repeat everything six times in a row. And that is when I text. What kind of an idiot can't read a simple message with three words, THREE WORDS AND ONE OF THEM IS A NAME?!? Oh also there's another thing, funny thing, people assume that you don't have any trouble with your studies and that you know everything already. No! I DO NOT! IF I DID I WOULDN'T BE IN THE UNIVERSITY IN THE FIRST PLACE! I have higher learning rate and speed than average, not a brain that's linked to some sort of super computer that Googles things automatically when I need it. I failed three courses for fuck's sake. Oh and then there's a real jumper.

These people think that because I'm being nice, because I'm tolerating them, they can take advantage of my so called genius and get me to do their work. Un. Believable.

As I kept ranting to myself in anger, I realised that I'd already arrived onto the door of the apartment building. Instinctively, I looked around to check if any of my classmates was there and saw me enter the building. I'd had enough for the next two days thank you very much.

My eyes only caught the melting piles of snow, the sadly moving trees that were bare of leafs, twigs that were a reminder of a bush that'd been there last summer, and the surrounding houses of the area. Two floor houses, pink houses, big houses, small houses, couple rowhouses, and a streetful of apartment buildings. Turning the key in its lock, I stepped inside the house that was nicknamed "House of blue stripes" due to its otherwise bare white concrete, it had three stripes that were only half a window wide, one for each floor.

The second I stepped onto the light greenish carpet, my shoulders dropped, who was I even trying to fool with my act and thoughts.. Sure, I did have a high IQ, yes, I was frustrated, but at the same time, the fault was equally mine. Because I had decided to play "normal", though I couldn't really hide being smart, and because I had a hard time saying no to things. I also knew that I was way too passive and should've pushed my team more.

I climbed all the way to the third floor, only my own steps echoing in the empty halls of white walls, identical brown doors and grey floors. In front of the door to my own apartment, I felt a sudden tingle down to my spine, as if temperature had just dropped, but then again it was March and very likely to happen.

Thinking of it as nothing, I opened the door and walked in, closed the door and made a turn into the kitchen where I unpacked my wondrous treasure, mentally giving myself a pat on the back for making such a great call and getting them meats. Meat was a luxury item for most students, but I'd learnt to rationalise my money, look for cheap things and put money onto the right items. I always had macaroni and cheese in the fridge along with some cheap vegetables that hung out in the freezer incase there was a pinch and I needed to save. I also tended to make a longer trip to the store just because that specific store had cheaper prices.

As I kept praising myself for my achievement of not walking into a pole while getting home, my ears picked up some sounds that were a bit off. It was as if someone had taken a crying child, put it onto loud speaker and made the bass drop. Curious about it, and internally thinking that my cat had something to do with it, I exited my nature (and Moomin) themed kitchen and walked towards the sound.

I got to the end of the little hall, where a curtain was dividing the area. Pulling the curtain aside, I was ready to scold my cat for using my equipment, but my voice was taken by surprise before I could even make it to the first syllable.

There, on the living room couch, sat a creature. It was pinkish in colour and definitely on the fit side. Its eyes were narrowed and tears streamed down to its face, cascading from they eyes, down the cheeks and finally off of the strong jaw.

As I kept staring, it kept wailing while petting my cat, but the reason to its behaviour was unclear.

Until my brain caught up with what it was seeing that is. Seeing the cloth comically tied up on a bow, wrapping the said jaw while being completely soaked in tears, I put the two together and hoped that I was right.

So just like the rational person I am, I decided to talk to it.

"Mnnnmmmnnngggr Snuffles how'd ya doooooo why 'm I seein' weird stuff I don' like eeeeeeet", it wailed to the cat. By using a name that wasn't its name. Not that Trickster really cared, it was getting free headscratches after all. I slowly sat down onto the grey couch, absently noting that due to the weight of the monster sitting on it, the sofa itself had started to slowly bend from the middle. Huh... That's weird. And as the ultimate result, I slid towards the centre incapable of stopping myself. A light thud marked my impact with the creature.

*casually cuts off the story because can't remember where it was going anymore*

You get home to find a Demon sitting in the middle of your living room, crying incoherently while petting your cat. It’s only after a long and very confused assessment as well as noting the bandages around their jaw that you realize the Demon just had some of their teeth removed and has somehow transported itself to your home in their VERY loopy state.