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impala1967dwinchester · 4 years ago

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Winchester Brothers- Candy Pop

Pairing: Winchester Brothers x trickster!Reader

Pov: Reader

Warnings: Swearing, funny moments, angry Dean, angry Sam.

Summary: Finding out that they have a trickster as a bunker roommate sends them spiraling after being pranked way too often, and eventually finding candy wrappers all over the bunker.

Word Count: 1k

A/n: Written for Anon, Thanks for the request! This was definitely something I wouldn't have thought to write. @firefly-graphics for dividers

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The pranks started off as just a fun thing to do to the Winchester brothers. Stupid pranks to keep the day going, to keep smiles on their faces.

Then it hit a point where they'd wake up and start accusing each other about the pranks they'd been dealing with. That morning I woke to Dean screaming.

The night before I spent over two hours pilling plastic cups full of water and setting them around Dean's bedroom. SON OF A BITCH!" That was all I heard from my bedroom before a crashing sound and another long line of swears.

When I finally made my way out of the comfort of my bed. Dean was brewing coffee and cooking. My pranks were starting to cause pranks between the brothers for real now.

He arched a brow at me as I grabbed a cup of coffee. "Don't tell Sammy." He said pulling out the bacon after he was finished cooking the bacon. He called in Sammy, "I made you veggie bacon. A truce?" He said handing out his hand setting the plate down. "Yeah, we can do a truce, Dean. Thanks by the way." Sam retorted.

We sat in a nice silence while we ate out breakfast. Sam took the last few bites of his omelet before diving into the bacon. Sam only took a few bites before his eyebrows arched up. "DEAN this isn't veggie bacon." A small giggle left my lips.

'This was playing out rather nicely.' I thought

"Yeah, well that's what you get for putting all those damn water cups in my room this morning. I know you did it because you're the only person who's up at the ass crack of the morning. It definitely wasn't Y/n." Dean said looking over at me, 'Play innocent to it all I thought, with raised hands and an innocent look on my face I shook my head "No Dean it wasn't me. You know that I sleep way too late to be playing stupid games." I answered.

Weeks of playing games with the Winchesters turned into months of playing jokes on them. The brothers had taken such precaution when they were both in the same room. Two days after Dean's bedroom incident. I completely went through the library and fucked with Sam's order of all his books.

That was the maddest I'd seen the younger Winchester in a while, days later I took Dean's impala keys and hid them in some of Sam's laundry, so when laundry day came around all I had to was pull them out and blame it all on Sam. This was going over much better than previously thought.

After that, I had to wait. I'd fucked with baby and her preciouses keys. I laid low for the next month waiting and watching as the brothers grew comfortable again and not on edge as much. Before trying anything too big.

It wasn't big, it was just an inside joke that I'd heard the Winchesters call themselves a few times. That night I waited until I heard the loud snores of Dean and the countering soft snores of Sam. Walking into Sam's room knowing he's a soft sleeper. I grabbed my permanent sharpie writing "Bitch" in big black letters on his forehead.

Quickly and very quietly I walked out of Sam's room, clicking the doorknob as quietly as possible. I walked over to Dean's room with the silver 11 nailed to the door. I was very slow when it came to his room. It smelled like leather and old records, but I was quick to reach over his large body before writing "Jerk" on his forehead.

I threw the sharpie in my back bag as I settled into my bed. The next morning was quiet until I heard in unison screams coming from Dean and then Sam.

"You son of a bitch, I can't believe you wrote this all over my forehead!" Dean said walking down the hall towards Sam's room. Sam was much faster than Dean with his long legs and all.

There was a stare on Deans' face as Sam turned in the hall. "Dean, what is that?" I heard as I stood at my doorway. "Dude seriously you can't just change..." It went silent.

Creepy silent.

"Dean, do you think?" I heard, poking my head out just enough to see 'FUCK' I thought, it all my candy wrappers or I should really say the ones that fall out of my pockets. It was something that only happened when I was in a pranking mood, eat candy and pranking was my theme.

I turned quickly laying back in bed. My heart raced against my rib cage. 'Fuck fuck fuck. They know now, Sam knows now.' I curled up in my soft bed thinking how this was the last safe place for me to be right now.

I heard shuffling, and the clicking of gun chambers. This is real now. 'You've never been a scared girl, just walk out there. The Winchesters will enjoy the honesty more I think.' I climb from the nice, wonderful bed. Slipping into my slippers and grabbing a zip-up jacket, before coming out of my doorway.

There stood Dean and Sam's guns aimed at me. Jerk and Bitch are still beautifully written on their foreheads. Their sweats sitting perfectly on their hips, just barely showing me the peaks of their v-lines. A perfect show.

I raised my hands, "Look before you shooting and then start asking questions. I didn't mean any harm, and yes I am a... a trickster. Let me repeat myself yeah, I didn't come here to hurt either of you, I actually found a safe haven in the bunker." I said my voice fluttering as they didn't waver their guns.

"Dean, I think she's right man." Sam said lowering his gun, and stepping back, Dean looked over at him dumbfounded "Sammy, she's been fucking with us for the past few months now. You're just going to write it all off." Dean pointed out his gaze staying on me, along with his gun.

Sam shrugged his shoulders, "She hasn't meant us any real harm, and hell she could have done something like Gabriel did send us into a different world play game with us." Sam countered.

"Fine, Sam, but no more pranks okay at least not for a little while," Dean said, he dropped his gun. "You'll have to teach me the whole water in the plastic cups thing, I was so pissed off that morning!" Dean said walking away.

Completed on: 07/11/2021

Posted on: 07/11/2021

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imgonnagetkilledbynutstink · 3 years ago

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Mcelroy quotes

"OH GOD OH FUCK HES GONNA EAT MY BONES" "YOUR TOUCAN BONES"

"Toucan Dan the spooky badooky toucan man"

"Listen kids, people are gonna try to give you guns all the time, but theyre no cool. Listen to Toucan Dan. Chili dogs"

"I wish we had lorenzo music on call" "i think he passed away" "... i wish we had lorenzo music on the planet, then"

"WELCOME TO THE STARSHIP FUTURE TIMES"

"I come for you in the sleeping hours!"

"Is he your son or your husband?" "My sonsband"

"Can i be strong?" "I think you are strong" "no i need to be stronger... like king of the universe strong"

"Gonna put you in this prison toilet... cause thats what you are, you're a stink man" "garbage boy" "garbage boy stink man"

"She looks like a human goldfish"

"No eyelids??? WHY IS THAT AN OPTION!? YOU NEED THOSE"

"Hey whats going on in here??" "NOTHING, TRASH HULK. ME AND METAL HUSBAND ARE COOKING YOU A MEAL WHICH I WILL FEED YOU IN BABY BOTTLE CAUSE YOU. ARE. MAN. BABY"

*types in "pam the existence eater"*

"COME TO ME MY SHAUN-STER"

"HAS ANYONE SEEN MY VERY LITTLE HUSBAND!?"

"Hes not my love child anyways. My love child is like, a can of peas back at home"

"HES LIKE A ROTTISERIE CHICKEN"

"HAVE YOU BEEN TO MY FOREST OF SONS??"

"Did you literally do anything to trigger that?" "I tried to turn everyone into dogs and i get why the game wouldn't like that!"

"HONEY I SHRUNK THE YOU"

*types in "set underwear to no"*

"The force of these things being birthed from my womb is gonna push me through the ceiling"

"HES LIKE A HUMAN BOTTLE OF OLIVE OIL"

"I want his soul in a jar so i can put it on my desk"

"OH... YEAAAAH GHOST DAD"

"My boy Stevo's gonna drink an alligator's weener"

"Please stop throwing me off if tall shit"

"Having been recon- dont- pit- stop- throw- dont- throw- if you- dont- stop- throw-"

"You're on some next level shit. I gotta start throwing my children"

"Great bones, man" "thats a high quality set of bones in that goblin"

"You ready to make some genuine wrestle boys?"

"My perfect baseball son"

"I CAN SEE HIS MOUTHY MOUTH GUMMY WORKS"

"Aw beans, i look like a real goober"

"Thats true... thats a real good point griffin, i guess ive never blamed god for rats before"

"Holy shit... LOOK AT RAT BABY'S MADDEST HOPS"

"I dont knwo what you want me- i goofed up very good"

"This isnt my grandpa's Dark Souls" "no its your grandma's Dark Souls if your grandma is a witch that hangs out behind the Arby's"

"Hey dude? Your desk is pizza. Like, i dont want to tell you how to do your thing... but your desk is pizza"

"That movie is piss... that movie is piss. End of sentence, end of thought"

"It looks like you're falling into a portal that is a man"

"Hey guys, its president Obama. Ive been watching the entire time, and no"

"Thats my hero wood"

"He looks like a skin diaper"

"Like if Bill Nye amd Bill Nye had a baby with a mushroom. What would that look like? And the answer is a sad dinosaur"

"JUSTIN, THE BLOOD DINOSAUR IS BACK"

"I cant believe i have to play this normal!"

".... HOW DID THAT GIVE ME MORE PANTS!?"

"Youve taken me to two sex dungeons amd this is the worst place youve taken me so far! Its full of demons and it crashes my computer!"

"Im gonna get some poppy corn" "no we cannot stay here" "im staying and im getting some fucking poppy corn"

"Tonino's, i was possessed by the bad chair"

"I think these two people are about to have sex- should we go? Should we go? Should we go? Should we go? I just shot myself off the space station"

"I just clicked on your wings and it asked me if i wanted to finger your wings??" "Where are you?" "I think im in hell?"

"Theres so much nudity in Second Life! Its like 🎶everywhere you look there's a breast or three🎶" "🎶on the same person🎶"

"Oh god the anime vagina's back... its right next to a place called Muddy Country"

"I lost what makes the boy mayer a boy mayer... now he just kinda looks like a man mayer"

"I hope thats not disconcerning for them... to see a skateboarding pizza man and a trash boy"

*types into chat "pizza crime is eternal"*

"I just made myself kinda a boy hat?" "Well the good news is, now she has a reason to drink"

"WHATS UP EVERYBODY, I THINK DOGS SHOULD VOTE"

"I just told them i think its so progressive that they let skateboarders in and they booted me"

" ive made kinda a pizza party prison- like a personal panned pizza party prison?"

"The music is actually so loud im kinda having a panic attack" "to southern country?" "Yeah"

"I simply cant" "you can't?" "Not with the Bart"

"Someone has a sign with trump holding all the chaos emeralds"

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theloreofwhatilove · 4 years ago

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She said the easter eggs 🐣 are lyrical 📝 instead of visual 👀 so here’s every parallel I could find so far 🔍

🍂 the 1

I'm doing good, I'm on some new shit 🆚 I’m doing better than I ever was (ciwyw)

and if you never bleed, you're never gonna grow 🆚 if I bleed you’ll be the last to know (cruel summer) 🆚 you drew stars around my scars but now I'm bleeding (cardigan)

roaring twenties, tossing pennies in the pool 🆚 have I known you twenty seconds or twenty years? (lover) 🆚 I've been sleeping so long in a twenty year dark night (daylight) 🆚 once in twenty lifetimes (cardigan) 🆚️ only twenty minutes to sleep (epiphany)

for never leaving well enough alone 🆚 I never leave well enough alone (me!)

and it's another day, waking up alone 🆚 and I woke up just in time, now I wake up by your side (dress) 🆚 we both wake in lonely beds, different cities (sad beautiful tragic)

🍂 cardigan

when you are young, they assume you know nothing 🆚 when you’re young you just run (this love)

high heels on cobblestones 🆚️ I was walking home on broken cobblestones (betty)

a friend to all is a friend to none 🆚 all of my enemies started out friends (the archer)

your heartbeat on the High Line 🆚 my heartbeat skipping down 16th avenue (ithk)

you stepping on the last train 🆚 we wait for trains that just aren't coming (new romantics) 🆚 I stood right by the tracks (sad beautiful tragic) 🆚 the train runs off its tracks (sad beautiful tragic) 🆚 Rebekah rode up on the afternoon train (tlgad)

marked me like a bloodstain 🆚 made your mark on me (dress) 🆚 you’re still all over me like a whine stained dress (clean) 🆚 this love left a permanent mark (this love) 🆚️ and you can aim for my heart, go for blood (my tears ricochet) 🆚️ sir, I think hes bleeding out (epiphany)

and when I felt like I was an old cardigan under someone's bed, you put me on and said I was your favorite 🆚️ but I know I miss you, standing in your cardigan (betty)

leaving like a father, running like water 🆚 clear blue water, high tide came and brought you in (this love) 🆚 skies grew darker, currents swept you out again (this love)

I knew you'd linger like a tattoo kiss 🆚 made your mark on me, a golden tattoo (dress)

I knew you'd haunt all of my what-ifs 🆚 can't turn back now, I'm haunted (haunted) 🆚️ you know I didn't want to have to haunt you (my tears ricochet)

I knew I'd curse you for the longest time 🆚 it's 2am and I'm cursing your name (twily) 🆚️ cursing my name, wishing I'd stayed (my tears ricochet)

I knew you'd miss me once the thrill expired 🆚 you searched the world for something else to make you feel like what we had (wonderland) 🆚 “what you've heard is true but I can't stop thinking about you” (style)

and you'd be standing in my front porch light 🆚 stand there like a ghost shaking from the rain, she’ll open up the door and say “are you insane?” (hygtg) 🆚 wishing you were at my door, I’d open up and you would say (enchanted) 🆚 this is the last time I let you in my door (the last time) 🆚 you find yourself at my door just like all those times before (the last time) 🆚️ and maybe I don't quite know what to say but I'm here in your doorway (this is me trying) 🆚️ Betty, I'm here on your doorstep (betty)

and I knew you'd come back to me 🆚 this love came back to me (this love) 🆚 now you say you want it back, now that it's just too late (ayhtdws)

the smell of smoke would hang around this long 🆚️ clearing the air, I breathed in the smoke (daylight)

to kiss in cars and downtown bars 🆚️ remember when I pulled up and said "get in the car" (august) 🆚️ pulled the car off the road to the lookout (this is me trying) 🆚️ remember when you hit the brakes too soon? (ootw) 🆚️ all I know is that you drive us off the road (ayhtdws) 🆚️ "I rent a place on Cornelia Street" I say casually in the car (cornelia street) 🆚️ we were in the backseat drunk on something stronger than the drinks in the bar (cornelia street) 🆚️ I'm drunk in the back of the car and I cried like a baby coming home from the bar (cruel summer) 🆚️ she said "James, get in, let's drive" (betty) 🆚️ lyrical smile, indigo eyes, hand on my thigh, we can follow the sparks, I'll drive (ithk)

🍂 last great american dynasty

their parties were tasteful, if a little loud 🆚 it was so nice throwing big parties (tiwwchnt)

there goes the maddest woman this town has ever seen 🆚 in the end in wonderland we both went mad (wonderland) 🆚 it's all fun and games 'til somebody loses their mind (wonderland) 🆚️ and there's nothing like a mad woman, what a shame she went mad, no one likes a mad woman (mad woman) 🆚️ they'd paint me out to be bad so, it's okay that I'm mad (the man)

filled the pool with champagne and swam with the big names 🆚 jump into the pool from the balcony, everyone swimming in a champagne sea (tiwwchnt) 🆚 in the winter, in the icy outdoor pool, when you jumped in first, I went in too (paper rings) 🆚️ roaring twenties, tossing pennies in the pool (the 1)

Holiday House sat quietly on that beach, free of women with madness, heir men and bad habits, and then it was bought by me 🆚 bad bad boy, shiny toy with a price, you know that I bought it (cruel summer)

I had a marvelous time ruining everything 🆚️ they say I did something bad but why's it feel so good? most fun I ever had and I'd do it over and over and over again if I could (idsb)

🍂 exile

you’re not my homeland anymore 🆚 our country guess it was a lawless land (dbatc)

you were my town 🆚 you’re the west village (false god)

now I’m in exile seeing you out 🆚 and I can still see you; this ain't the best view, on the outside, lookin' in (the outside) 🆚️ visions of dazzling rooms I'll never get let into (beautiful ghosts)

I think I’ve seen this film before and I didn’t like the ending 🆚 music starts playin' like the end of a sad movie, it's the kinda ending you don't really wanna see (breathe) 🆚 tried to change the ending (cardigan)

you were my crown 🆚 they took the crown (ciwyw)

I think I’ve seen this film before so I’m leaving out the side door 🆚 you gotta leave before you get left (idsb) 🆚 should’ve known I’d be the first to leave (getaway car)

we always walked a very thin line 🆚 you and I walk a fragile line (haunted) 🆚 lost your balance on a tight rope (innocent) 🆚️ I'm still on that tight rope (mirrorball)

there is no amount of crying I can do for you 🆚 you never did give a damn thing honey but I cried, cried for you (cold as you)

you didn’t even hear me out 🆚 could you just try to listen? (sad beautiful tragic) 🆚 I screamed so loud but no one heard a thing (clean)

🍂 my tears ricochet

and if I'm on fire, you'll be made of ashes, too 🆚️ and if I get burned, at least we were electrified (dress)

even on my worst day did I deserve, babe, all the hell you gave me? 🆚️ even in my worst times you could see the best of me (dress)

and if I'm dead to you why are you at the wake? 🆚️ if the story's over why am I still writing pages? (dbatc)

and so the battleships will sink beneath the waves 🆚️ loose lips sink ships all the damn time (ikp)

cause when I'd fight you used to tell me I was brave 🆚️ this ultraviolet morning light below tells me this love is worth the fight (afterglow) 🆚️ if you wanna fight, baby let's go (battle) 🆚️ now we're fighting dirty (battle) 🆚️ fighting with a true love is boxing with no gloves (afterglow) 🆚️ combat, I'm ready for combat (the archer)

🍂 seven

I was too scared to jump in 🆚️ don't be afraid to jump then fall (jump then fall)

🍂 august

but I can see us lost in the memory 🆚️ hold on to the memories (new years day) 🆚️ I bet these memories follow you around (wildest dreams)

and I can see us twisted in bedsheets 🆚️ you see me in hindsight, tangled up with you all night (wildest dreams) 🆚️ and I can still see it all in my mind, all of you, all of me, intertwined (daylight)

cancel plans just in case you'd call 🆚️ paper cut stings from our paper thin plans (dbatc) 🆚️ I never planned on you changing your mind (last kiss) 🆚️ my best laid plan (hoax) 🆚️ I am an architect, I'm drawing up the plans (ithk)

cancel plans just in case you'd call and say "meet me behind the mall" 🆚️ phone lights up my nightstand in the black "come here, you can meet me in the back" (delicate)

🍂 this is me trying

they told me all of my cages were mental 🆚️ gold cage, hostage to my feelings (so it goes) 🆚️ put you in jail for something you didn't do (afterglow)

and my words shoot to kill when I'm mad 🆚️ I've been the archer, I've been the prey (the archer) 🆚️ they strike to kill and you know I will (mad woman)

and it's hard to be at a party when I feel like an open wound 🆚️ what do you say when tears are streaming down your face in front of everyone you know? (tmik) 🆚️ and it was like slow motion,standing there in my party dress, in red lipstick, with no one to impress (tmik) 🆚️ all of the moment I knew tbh

🍂 illicit affairs

tell yourself you can always stop what started in beautiful rooms 🆚️ visions of dazzling rooms I'll never get let into (beautiful ghosts)

a drug that only worked the first few hundred times 🆚️ my drug is my baby, I'll be using for the rest of my life (dont blame me) 🆚️ gave up on me like I was a bad drug (dbatc)

look at this godforsaken mess that you made me 🆚️ we made quite a mess babe (I almost do) 🆚️ I've been picking up the pieces of the mess you've made (ayhtdws) 🆚️ I'm a mess but I'm the mess that you wanted (dwoht)

and you know damn well for you I would ruin myself 🆚️ for you I would fall from grace, just to touch your face (dont blame me) 🆚️ nothing safe is worth the drive (treacherous)

you showed me colors you know I can't see with anyone else 🆚️ the rest of the world was black and white, but was were in screaming color (ootw)

🍂 invisible string

cutting me open, then healing me fine 🆚️ paper cut stings from our paper thin plans (dbatc) 🆚️ so cut the headlights, summer's a knife, I'm always waiting for you just to cut to the bone (cruel summer) 🆚️ but I'll be alright it's just a thousand cuts (dbatc)

pulled me out of all the wrong arms right into that dive bar 🆚️ dive bar on the east side, where you at? (delicate)

🍂 mad woman

do you see my face in the neighbor's lawn? 🆚️ I see your face in my mind as I walk away (breathe)

no one likes a mad woman, you made her like that 🆚️ look what you made me do (lwymmd) 🆚️ dont blame me, love made me crazy (dont blame me)

and women like hunting witches, too 🆚️ theure burning all the witches even if you arent one (idsb)

does she smile? or does she mouth "fuck you forever"? 🆚️ but if I just showed up at your party would you have me? would you want me? would you tell me to go fuck myself (betty)

🍂 betty

you heard the rumors from Inez, you can't believe a word she says most times, but this time it was true 🆚️ the rumors are terrible and cruel, but honey, most of them are true (new romantics) 🆚️ ain't it funny, rumors fly, and I know you heard about me (blank space)

in the garden would you trust me if I told you it was just a summer thing? 🆚️ and I snuck in through the garden gate every night that summer just to seal my fate (cruel summer) 🆚️ I dont trust nobody, and nobody trusts me (lwymmd)

I don't know anything but I know I miss you 🆚️ I don't know how to be something you miss (last kiss)

just thinking of you when she pulled up 🆚️ he says, "what you've heard is true but I can't stop thinking about you" (style)

🍂 peace

the devil's in the details but you got a friend in me 🆚️ it's nice to have a friend (inthaf)

you paint dreamscapes on the wall 🆚️ you put up walls and paint them all a shade of gray (cold as you)

I talk shit with my friends 🆚️ if a man talks ahit then I owe him nothing (idsb)

and you know that I'd swing with you for the fences 🆚️ lights flash and we'll run for the fences (ikp)

give you the silence that only comes when two people understand each other 🆚️ you can hear it in the silence (you are in love)

but I'm a fire and I'll keep your brittle heart warm 🆚️ he built a fire just to keep me warm (ciwyw)

all these people think love's for show but I would die for you in secret 🆚️ I, I loved you in secret, first sight, yeah, we love without reason (dwoht)

🍂 hoax

my twisted knife 🆚️ I brought a knife to a gun fight (ciwyw)

your faithless love's the only hoax I believe in 🆚️ even if it's a false god, we'd still worship this love (false god)

don't want no other shade of blue but you 🆚️ deep blue but you painted me golden (dwoht) 🆚️ it's blue, the feeling I've got (cruel summer) 🆚️ I'm with you even if it makes me blue (paper rings) 🆚️ my hearts been borrowed and yours has been blue (lover) 🆚️ we're so sad we paint the town blue (ma&thp) 🆚️ I blew things out of proportion, now you're blue (afterglow)

you knew the hero died, so what's the movie for 🆚️ you know the greatest films of all time were never made (the 1) 🆚️ all of my heroes died all alone (the archer)

you knew it still hurts underneath my scars 🆚️ with every guitar string scar on my hand (lover) 🆚️ you drew stars around my scars but now I'm bleeding (cardigan)

you knew you won, so what's the point of keeping score? 🆚️ but now we've stepped into a cruel world where everybody stands and keeps score (eyes open)

my only one, my kingdom come undone 🆚️ I dont like your kingdom keys, they once belonged to me (lwymmd)

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mwolf0epsilon · 4 years ago

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Prompt Time: The Projectionist free-roaming Malice Angel's domain. Level 14 barely has any stimulating things, so wouldn't it be nice if he got to visit Heavenly Toys and got to feel all the nice soft plushies?

Summary: "The worst nightmare is the nightmare that continues even when you wake up." --Mehmet Murat ildan

Warning for character death, blood and mild!

[[MORE]]

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No matter how much the hulking beast that was the Projectionist walked (or how far its warped mind perceived that it went), the one thing that it could be truly certain of was the neverending pain that permeated its skin and old bones, that followed every step with a diligent sort of precision.

A truly terrible and wretched notion indeed, as walking was all it knew to do anymore…

With a gaze lost to the expanse of the soundless halls ahead, and its thoughts long since seized from a lack of…Something...

A stimulus? A purpose perhaps? It had to be one of those, but it couldn't really recall which was correct.

It didn't know if it had ever known the answer to its plight at all.

But walking? Walking came easily!

Not that it wasn't a harduos task, mind you, just not so easy for the semi-mechanical abomination to forget.

One limb after the other, the creak of old joints and the sting of stiff muscles.

The dull ache at the base of its hips that sharpened as it climbed all the way to the base of its strained neck.

The painful throb of something squishy-but-not-quite encased in metal, and driven by the soundless clicking and blinking of things it could fix but not put a name to.

Walking was both easy and hard, but necessary.

If it could walk, it would be safe. If it could walk, it could keep an eye on its many projectors. If it could walk, it could defend itself and its many, many, responsibilities…

So walk it did, no matter how much the burden of it all hurt its patchwork body.

To anyone with a somewhat intact sanity, traversing the halls was a tedious and mind numbing act. Not that there was much that the Projectionist thought about anyway. It's mind was… Buzzing, but not with any musings of a past life. It was numb in a way its body could never replicate.

Fragmented after going so long missing a vital piece of itself. A soul stagnated from the splintering of its essence, as well as the nonsensically repetitive motions of a lethargic routine.

Long ago this creature was once told that madness was the act of repeating an action hoping to achieve different results. If that was so, then this wretched being was the maddest of them all.

Lost to a looping cycle of its own, doing things that it should no longer care for.

Because why tend to the projectors? Why hunt for intruders? Why search for a part that was floors above, well beyond its reach?

Yes, the Projectionist must be mad. So mad that it no longer could do much more than act out the same motions over and over again.

Couldn't do more than walk the halls and redo its tasks… A looping reel.

Following tired feet with a blazing light and aching muscles that never rested.

How tragically ironic.

An infinite paradox within another.

Until one day it got a breath of fresh air.

The lift was a tool of the horned angel. A contraption that it had once used, as the man it no longer recalled having been. To the Projectionist however, it was merely a source of annoyance.

A means for intruders to trespass in its corner of the studio. An heinous apparatus of mayhem and frustration.

It caused it to feel things that swelled in its empty chest cavity, until they became nothing more than a senseless rage.

The kind that made its hackles raise with territorial trepidation, which quickly became the distinct urge to fight over flight.

The Projectionist could not recall being a man, but it could instinctively recall being an animal.

A one of a kind apex predator that stalked the halls with reckless abandon. And anything that stepped foot in its pooling maze was fair game.

The things, miserable creatures that they were, tended to come from that hellish metal box.

It made the ink in its pool vibrate with such force that it flooded its senses in a most confusing way.

Overwhelming and unpleasant all on its own, but with the added dilemma of some half-baked critter crawling right in to seek out its most coveted treasure: Its many hearts.

The Projectionist loathed all who thought they could steal its heart twice.

Added theirs to the expanding collection dotted all around its many inky roosts.

Thus the lift was deemed an enemy spawning ground, one that the hulking semi-mechanical beast did not trust in the slightest, but one that it kept an eye on nonetheless… If just to have some peace of mind. As shattered as it may be.

Imagine then, how jarring it was, for a creature that did little else than roam, maim, and maintain, to find such a vile blight baring it's gaping maw at it in broad studio light.

For the first time in years, its routine was completely broken, with the Projectionist standing there just staring at the open lift with a stalling empty mind.

It did not know what to do. What to expect.

In a situation like this, what was there really to do? The distrust it felt of the lift coupled with its sudden and unexpected behavior was certainly quite troubling for a creature of the Projectionist's caliber.

So terribly dulled from its stagnant pattern that it needed time to even realize such an event was abnormal to begin with.

Once it clicked that, yes, the lift should not be in its domain and showcasing its hungry maw so pridefully, it did the only thing it knew to do to anything that offended it.

It shrieked aggressively and rushed it.

Now, once upon a time, a man by the name Norman Polk would have stared at this scene and bellowed with disbelieving laughter.

To see such a frightfully powerful beast struggle with something so mundane as an empty elevator… It would have tickled him positively funny.

Perhaps reminding him of this big old bully of a gator that used to sun itself near the drinking hole his old pops used to plant some of the best sugarcane in all of Louisiana (or so he boasted). Big and strong, enough so that it could snap a man's arm clean in half with just one bite, yet dumber than half a box of marbles.

That lump of gigantic muscle had gotten it's jaws stuck in so many crawdad traps that it was a miracle it had grown so big and strong at all. Lucky bastard that brute… the same could be said for the Projectionist.

If good old Norman could have witnessed this hulking horror struggle in the lift like it was fighting some battle of titanic proportions, he would have wondered how it hadn't gotten itself killed yet.

Sadly Norman could never question such things, as he himself was the abominable creature he would have likely found so humorous.

The mind was a fragile thing indeed.

One so incomplete as his, made the Projectionist truly seem like a dumb animal at best…

As the object-headed bruiser calmed down after its initial fruitless assault (in which it had toppled over and only further distressed itself), it began to attempt to right itself. Looking so pathetic like a turtle stuck on its back, until flailing limbs caught the bars of its source of frustration, and pulled with all it's might.

The thudding of heavy feet against the lift flooring sent vibrations that jolted its wires uncomfortably, making it screech at nothing as it turned to look for whatever was setting it off now.

Upon finding nothing it simply stood there, winded from the exertion of having to pull itself back onto its clumsy feet.

Not an easy task when one's head weighted so much.

Now that the few senses the Projectionist still had were not under any stress, the rage began to dissipate. The soothing silence pulled at its frayed sanity, both comforting and familiar in a world that had become so alien to its past self.

Boredom was sinking in quickly, beckoning it to move on back into its usual flow.

It lifted one leg, ready to begin the endless trek of the maze all over again, only to freeze when the lift door closed with it still inside.

The seconds trickled as it slowly processed the newest development to this earth-shattering event.

It was stuck. Trapped. Caged.

Another unholy screech left its ruined speaker as it began to thrash violently, trying to get out of this tight little coffin that tormented it so cruelly.

Calling out for freedom it thought it had.

A loud hum made the cage vibrate, and its shrieks only increased in intensity as it tried to protect its sensitive body from the droning it couldn't even hear.

Then the mobile prison began to ascend.

The Projectionist was no stranger to the levels above and below of its own. Sometimes it wandered up and down the stairs to check up on the myriad of hearts it had stored in multiple other places it had rested in, after chasing particularly persistent prey that didn't get the hint. Often it tracked ink that facilitated its navigation across these alien floors, as the vibrations of this substance helped it track down it's assailants (the footprints they left behind also helped).

It had frequent encounters with the doggish wolves it had seen strapped to tables. Most gutted before it could claim their precious insides itself, although some he found fresh and ready to put a meaty fist through.

There were also times where it had encounters with the thief that wore the grinning devil mask, often finding it near peculiar objects the fiend seemed to covet.

Tall necky things with sharp strings that hurt its fingers, round flat things that made a strange hum when it hit them with a closed fist, and big square things that had loose teeth that also made alluring vibrations.

The thief liked these strange objects, so the Projectionist made sure to track it through locating them whenever it could remember… If it could remember.

Thinking was much too hard when it had so much time just to roam and live inside its own empty head.

How strange was that?

As the tiny cage continued its ascension the burly beast fell to its knees and hugged them tightly to its chest.

It whined uneasily as it watched familiarity fade with each level that it passed, trying to ignore the hum that occasionally assaulted its sensitive cables and chords.

It whimpered louder when it felt like it should know what these distinct pauses against its inky flesh should mean.

Then, finally, the lift came to a pause and the doors opened up wide, showcasing its captive passenger for the world to see. Not that the Projectionist gave the world much time anyway…

As soon as it sensed an opportunity to be free, it lunged itself forward. The uneven weight of its patchwork form, causing it to trip up and tumble down onto the wooden floors.

It rolled a few feet, hurting its knees and cutting up it's right arm against a few steps of what appeared to be… A very wide space.

It had no clue what this place was, and the beady eyes staring down at it made the Projectionist right itself immediately and shriek in monstrous defiance of whatever harm the creature possessing them may wish it… only to stop and stare as nothing moved.

The strange thing that was staring at him was just a doll. A very large doll in the shape of the not-gutted-wolves it had previously encountered.

It cocked its head to the side ever so slightly, so as to not tip over, and grunted in acknowledgement that this was no threat to its existence.

Sure enough, gazing around, all the eyes that it could see were more of the drawings like the ones that its projectors played. A few of the flat devils that were strewn around, and a big devil doll to keep the wolf some company.

Letting out another grunt and a huff as it shook its head, the Projectionist turned to glance at the churning fountain of ink separating the two dolls, and promptly growled at it. Warning any of the vermin that enjoyed such things to keep well aways from it, if they did not wish a painful death to befall them.

The gross ink slugs were squishy, and hard to get out from beneath its nails. They stuck to its feet and made it feel icky and gross.

When nothing reared its ugly head out from within the fountain, the Projectionist marched on through this new strange place… Momentarily wondering if it would find more hearts for its collection.

The stimulation was doing wonders it seemed, if it could ponder such things.

Environmental awareness wasn't really a thing that it often considered while aimlessly wandering the halls. Its feet just took it wherever they pleased, gaze focused on nothing in particular, the patchwork bruiser just ticking by like a broken clock.

This newly discovered location was different, and brought with it new rules. The Projectionist was suddenly hyper aware and hyper focused on everything surrounding it.

The spacious expanse of this floor was interesting all around, truly a place where it could wander and get lost and just experience new things it couldn't in its maze.

Speaking of clocks, it whirred curiously as it noted all of the paraphernalia that was just everywhere. From limb swinging devil-clocks, to devil and wolf dolls of various sizes. At some point it found a bowl containing a squishy blob that jumped and changed shapes when it poked it out of curiosity.

The sudden movement had made the large brute shriek and crush the bowl with a powerful strike from its hand, but the blob had prevailed despite being surrounded by shards of ceramic that had cut into the large ink beast's hand.

Once established that it wasn't attacking him (and that the stinging pain was its own doing) the Projectionist let the bouncy mass be, and continued to just wander and take in all the three dimensional creatures that it was accustomed to see flat on the walls.

The room full of clocks and dolls was especially alluring.

There was a very big wolf plush like the one before in the spacy room with the fountain. The Projectionist fixated on it and approached, reaching out to pat the inanimate pooch's ears, and then reach up to pat its own round prongs in curious comparison. The toy was not taller than it, but certainly felt squishy where it was more solid.

It reached out to touch again, fingers sinking into pillowy fabric while it's palm ran over the new texture.

A strange little word crept up into its splintered mind: Comfy.

So soft it was to the touch… Would it feel good to lay on top of it?

Surely doing something of the sort would be against every survival instinct it still had keeping it going, right?

Walking was important!

Walking was surviving!

But resting… How its aching body craved to finally rest!

And look at just how inviting the plush's soft body was… it couldn't hurt to stop for a few minutes, right?

Against all odds, the Projectionist braced itself to a position where it would be less likely to hit its clunky head, then lunged forward. Practically purring as it felt itself sink into the comforting embrace of the false wolf.

Slumber, it would finally meet with it at last!

Without second thought, the Projectionist's light shut off as consciousness slipped away into the welcoming darkness.

Norman startled awake in bed, fumbling blindly as he tried to make sense of where he was at the moment, while kicking up his legs which were trapped under a mass of weighted blankets.

It was so dark! Why couldn't he see? He could always see in the dark halls, the light of the projector lens illuminating even the shadiest corners of the studio… He…

No. No he couldn't see in the dark?

And this place… He knew this place!

This was his and his wife's room back at their apartment.

A rush of confused thoughts flooded his frazzled brain, as Norman glanced around. His hand subconsciously reaching out to click on the bedside lamp, and it soothed him slightly when the darkness melted away under the soft yellow light that cast over the familiar scene.

He was home. But… how?

His bad eye darted about, refusing to focus as usual, while his good eye carefully surveilled his surroundings.

It landed on his bedside table, above the silly novel he'd recently picked up from the bookstore. There was a note there, waiting to be read by his curious eyes.

With a shaky hand, one much smaller than the brutish claw of the Projectionist, he took hold of the unassuming piece of paper.

"Went to the store to get a few things before dinner. Told the kids to behave so you could rest. Please don't overwork yourself ever again, you had a 102° fever dear. Love Maggie <3"

He read the words once, twice and then trice, heart hammering away in his chest as it all slowly sunk in.

Had it… Had it all been a terrible nightmare? Had he, in his feverish state, dreamt up all the horrors that he thought had really occurred at Joey Drew Studios?

Had he really conjured up all of the madness and pain in those hostile halls? Pictured his own gruesome transition into a mindless abomination that couldn't even remember it was a person? A monster that was too afraid to let others attack it first?

A dry and slightly choked up laugh forced its way out of his constricted chest as relief washed over him.

He was home…

He was home and he could think, and it didn't hurt to move his neck or limbs, and he was himself.

What a terrible nightmare his fever had gifted him, one that felt so real that he expected to find a monster when he slowly kicked the blankets off and rose up from the bed.

His bedroom mirror told a different story to what he'd thought he'd find reflected back. There he was, strong features, big round nose and lips, tired eyes (one moving about, never to meet the other's focus point since birth) and dark curly hair that was starting to gray.

He felt the stubble on his face and hummed softly to himself. He needed a shave, lest he end up looking like the photos of his Poppop Polk…

But first he desperately needed a glass of water. He usually had one resting beside his book, but Maggie had likely taken it back to the kitchen once he'd drained it throughout the night.

Not an issue. A leisurely walk around their home was a welcomed thing after he'd been so sure he'd be stuck staring at inky sepia toned (and slightly rotted), wooden panels for the rest of his miserable and dreadfully quiet life.

So that's what he did.

He put on some slippers and shrugged on his robe, and strolled out of the room at a very calm and deliberately slow pace.

It was honestly a little ridiculous how long it took him to reach the kitchen. He'd really had a grand old time of just listening to the background noises of the city, and admiring the house decor.

That really ugly vase his mama sent them as a wedding gift, where they kept a half dried up fern (he was terrible with plants and so was Maggie). The equally ugly rug his pops had found in a flea market and sent to them in the mail (ugly enough that his wife had begged him to burn it, so how could he not set it down so he could watch her purposefully scratch it up with her high heels, due to her pure and unadulterated hatred of the garish horror of checkers and polkadots?), the collection of child's drawings he and Maggie had taken to taping to the wall in proud display, as well as Aaron's many pictures (the kid really took the whole photography thing seriously since he'd bought him his own camera for his birthday).

Pictures… Oh how he'd admired the family photos so lovingly… Every portrait, every baby photo, every holiday he'd managed to document with his old battered camera that he hoped to fix one day.

That terrible nightmare had shook him up so bad that Norman genuinely thought he was never going to see those smiling faces ever again.

He passed by his children's rooms but thought better than to disturb them. They had classes tomorrow, and the clock told him that at this hour they'd be doing their homework, like he and their mother had stipulated early on.

They could do whatever with their time, but 18pm was schoolwork time.

Instead Norman carried on into the kitchen and breathed in the smells. A hint of freshly baked bread coming from the breadbasket they kept near the oven, as well as veggie soup that was cooling in the pot that was currently resting on the stove.

Fuck, he'd missed vegetable soup, and he hated eating his greens! How could a series of vivid images feel like such a lifetime when they were merely hours?

The mind sure was a mysterious thing, one much harder to understand than the projectors he maintained at the studio.

Shrugging to himself while taking a glass from one of the cupboards, the tired projectionist moved over to the sink and opened the tap without a second thought… It took a second for him to realize it wasn't water coming out.

The glass shattered upon being dropped by a retreating Norman, who stumbled back and away from the distressing sight as if he'd been burnt.

From the tap was coming out thick oily ink that smelled just as toxic as the deathly scent of the warped studio in his dreams.

No, this… this couldn't be.

It had been a dream! Hadn't it?

He was home! He was safe!

Except the ink pouring out of the sink contradicted this. So thick it was, like sticky tar, clotting in the drain and filling up the sink. It took far little time to begin overflowing and overtaking all it touched.

The color draining from everything the black substance came into contact with. Stretching out over the floor, crawling towards him, with liquid reaching fingers. Wanting to claim him.

Fearfully, Norman fled from the kitchen and down the hall. Not wanting to be pulled back by that demonic stuff.

The chemical smell was driving him nuts, burning his eyes and nose so terribly they were beginning to run.

He fled until his legs ached. But his tired stinging eyes found something quite concerning.

Norman hadn't moved an inch since getting to the hallway that led to the bedrooms.

It was as if he'd been slipping in oil the entire time. No traction to propel him forward, just a useless struggle against an unseen force.

And then a new smell hit him.

One that made his heart turn to ice in his chest. A coppery smell that hit the back of his throat, and made his mouth taste like loose pennies.

His hands felt warm and sticky and hurt to move.

Sheer terror of the familiarity of this whole scene made him feel absolutely nauseous. He knew he shouldn't look, knew what expected him once he did so, but he couldn't help himself.

Curiosity (morbid as it may be) was his mistress after all.

Norman looked to his left, where the doors to his four children's rooms greeted him, wide open. Inviting.

God...There was so much blood...

The mortified projectionist fell to his knees as he stared down in pure horror at what remained of his and his wife's beautiful children. His babies… all dead, torn apart by some heartless butcher.

The terrified look immortalized in their young and lifeless features making him sob openly. He shakily reached out to hold them close to himself, screaming in fright when his eldest son's hand shot out to grasp his blood covered hands.

Empty eyes that were once warm with love and childlike wonder, bore holes into Norman's own mismatched gaze.

"Why did you kill us daddy? Why did you take our hearts?"

The projectionist shook his head, tears and snot running down his face as he tried to deny it. Deny the atrocity the ghost of his son accused him of committing against his own kin. But no matter how much he tried, Norman couldn't speak over the lump in his throat.

Everything hurt, and everything was warm and sticky, his little ones' hearts still beat in his monstrous hands that had slain them without thought.

And then the click of the house key made his blood run cold all over again.

"Honey? Are you up?"

No… no no no no! Maggie! It wasn't safe! He wasn't safe! She'd die! He'd kill her too!

He tried calling out, to beg for her to run, but all that came out was the primal and blood-curdling screech of the Projectionist, as it turned and trampled over the corpses of its previous victims, rushing to claim another heart for it's collection.

Norman's very soul screamed upon seeing his wife's confused and then terrified face under the beast's burning gaze.

The Projectionist screamed. It screamed in terror and anguish as it kicked away from the comfy wolf it had decided to rest upon on a whim.

It screamed as it tried to force itself away from a person that was not physically there, thus safe from its violence.

It screamed, as Norman Polk was still very presently in charge of his mental faculties, after having had his "brain" so stimulated and overworked for the first time in years.

He screamed until the speaker lodged in his torso gave out, spluttering weakly as it temporarily short-circuited. The internal mess of organic and non-organic materials needing time to mend themselves once more into a semi-functional state.

Once finding himself incapable of producing sound, the Projectionist sat there, shaking and completely disoriented. Trying to make sense of reality and dreams that were cruelly senseless.

And then the weight of it all crashed down… He could remember.

He was a person, not a something, a someone.

A father… He was a father who could forget these things all over again, and hurt his loved ones. A father who couldn't protect his beloved and his children as long as he was this… Heinous monstrosity.

A monster who'd sooner dismember anything it came across than think twice about their identity. A menace to society.

With that knowledge Norman did the only thing he could think to do while he still had awareness.

He lashed out, letting the anguish and hatred of his situation demolish all that met with his brutish body.

Shelves broke, dolls were torn to shreds, the wolf plush was gutted, and the Bendy clocks shattered. All the while he screamed silently as he let the floodgates wide open to pour out all the torment.

Then, when there was nothing left to destroy, he cried.

Sobbing without a mouth or eyes to clear, hiding a lens into hands that could do cruel and devastating things.

Trembling inconsolably on his knees, in the darkness of a cold and dreary studio full of monsters just as odious as he.

Mourning what he'd become, until the memories faded back into obscurity. Letting himself fade back into nothing but an afterthought.

Above and well beyond out of sight, Susie Campbell wept as Alice whispered comfortingly to her in their shared mind.

The poor dear had only wanted her old friend to have a chance to be comfortable and rest. That, it seemed, had been a horrible mistake on her part.

There just wasn't anything in this cold and brutal world of theirs that could alleviate such misery as the one that burdened the Projectionist.

#eps writes:#bendy and the ink machine #batim #norman polk #the projectionist #susie campbell #alice angel

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A life of her own - chapter 1

Summary: Junko Enoshima's blackmail attempt on Sakakura Juzo has failed. Love has trumped despair. Mukuro has to watch her sister's plans fail, and learn how to live without her and her orders. Yet, she doesn't have any particular likes or dislikes, or things she wants to do.

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Mukuro had never loved, nor cared about despair. The only thing she loved and cared about was her twin sister, Junko Enoshima. Ever since their parents had died in that tragic accident when they were only three years old, she had made her happiness her only purpose in life. Since the strawberry blonde loved despair, it had only been natural for Mukuro to join the Ultimate Despair and help her create the most awful, most tragic, most despair-inducing event in human history. She’d had to do horrible things to make her sister’s maddest wishes come true – things she would never be able to share with anyone around her – but she had no regrets. The smile on her sister’s face whenever she saw another human being fall into despair was the best reward for her. It made her feel so alive, as if she were doing exactly what her parents would have wanted her to do, were they still in this world.

Despite all of this, and regardless of the happy chatter about despair and despair-inducing plans for the future between Junko-chan and Yukizome-sensei, Mukuro couldn’t help but feel uneasy. There was something about the room they were in that made her feel as though something terrible was going to happen today. It was probably because too many people had been getting involved in their secret plans in the past few weeks – she had always felt uncomfortable around strangers, after all.

First it had been Izuru Kamukura, the Ultimate Hope that was artificially created by the academy. Mukuro had understood why he was important for Junko-chan’s plan, so she’d let her be in touch with him in spite of how dangerous he seemed to be. Then, it had been that frail animator boy, Ryota Mitarai. Even though he seemed completely harmless, Mukuro got the feeling that he may bring about their demise. Unlike her, Junko-chan or Kamukura, he had people who cared about him. It would only be a matter of time until these people would be worried about how her sister had turned him into a terrified mess. In fact, it had only taken two days for that to happen. The Ultimate Nurse, Mikan Tsumiki, had been sent after him to help him with health issues. She didn’t seem dangerous either, but Mukuro had known from the start that people would end up looking for her as well, bringing more attention to their activities.

Once again, she’d been right. Yukizome-sensei, Mitarai-kun and Tsumiki-san’s teacher, had come looking for them. Of course, Junko-chan was delighted with all the attention they were suddenly getting. This gave her more people to brainwash into joining their cause, which in turn, made her feel stronger about what would come next. Mukuro wished she could be as confident as her.

“Ah, Yukizome-san,” Junko-chan beamed. “I have to go take care of one of your friends right now. You know, the one who’s totally not in love with your boyfriend or anything. He’s been sticking his nose in my business recently, and I can’t wait to see his strong, manly features turn to despair when I expose his dirty little secret to everyone in the Parade!”

The gyaru took a few steps towards the door and glanced at her sister. Mukuro turned to her.

“Please make sure none of them do anything stupid, idiot,” she spat at Mukuro, leaving the room and slamming the door behind her.

She’s right, Mukuro smiled to herself, I really am an idiot compared to her.

When Junko came back, an extra person had joined them. Mukuro had expected her to be furious and call her useless for not managing to keep him out of the room – she had left for a quick bathroom break when he barged in – but she was ecstatic. This wasn’t enough to help Mukuro with the nervousness she’d been experiencing all day, though. She was still feeling as though something bad was going to happen to them today, and that feeling was only growing bigger with every single passing second. Komaeda-kun’s sudden arrival and attempt to rescue his teacher – who had since then left to try and gather some of her students here and make them fall into despair – and classmates had had a completely different effect on Mukuro than on her sister.

The skinny white-haired teenager was saying something about how Junko-chan’s death would be nothing but a stepping stone for hope, and how he was so lucky to have found their hideout. Mukuro was on edge, keeping close watch of him. She couldn’t tell if he was serious or if he was just some of sort of comically stupid lunatic. It was only when he pulled a gun out of his pocket that Mukuro realized that had meant every single word he’d said. Luckily for her, the gun was jammed and he spent a few minutes trying to fix it. If he tried anything else, Mukuro would have time to disarm him.

He was still talking about how lucky he was when Kamukura appeared. Mukuro couldn’t get used to his sudden popping in and out of the places they stayed in. She was never able to tell how and when he arrived and left, and this made her feel unsafe. She knew that if he suddenly decided to do away with her and her sister, she wouldn’t be able to put much of a fight, and she hated that. She hated that Junko-chan had decided they needed him for her plan, no matter how sensible her reasons were. Kamukura was way too dangerous, and what was happening right in front of her eyes was yet another piece of evidence of the fact.

The slender dark-haired figured had swiftly grabbed the gun from Komaeda-kun’s hands and shot him, telling him that he also had what was called ultimate luck. Mukuro gasped as Komaeda-kun fell onto the floor. She had killed people before, but it’d never been so quick and easy.

“Are you scared, sis?” Junko asked her. “Isn’t seeing someone who’s better than you soooo despair-inducing? If he were better at following orders, you’d be completely useless to me now. Not that I really need you, anyway.”

Mukuro wanted to respond, but she knew it was no use. Instead, she kept her eyes on Komaeda-kun who was still… breathing? She wasn’t sure how it was possible – Kamukura had shot him in the chest, she’d seen it with her own two eyes – but the boy was still alive.

Thank goodness, she thought. Maybe things won’t be so bad today. At least we don’t have an extra and unnecessary death on our hands.

The tension she’d been feeling all day began to drop, and she stretched her arms in front of her. They would be okay – they always were. Even though she was always in charge of the dirty work, at least Junko-chan’s analytical abilities always enabled them to get away with things, no matter how bad the mess they had caused was.

Mukuro’s relief was short-lived, though. A few moments later, two men walked into the room. The soldier had no trouble recognizing them – Munakata-san, the former Ultimate Student Council President, and Sakakura-san, the former Ultimate Boxer, had been Investigating the Ultimate Despair ever since they’d organized their very first killing game.

Wait, Mukuro suddenly realized, her eyes widening as her thought process went on, this means Junko-chan didn’t manage to blackmail Sakakura-san? This means… They know everything. We failed? This is it?

As her brain processed what was happening, Mukuro’s legs started feeling weak. She collapsed on her knees, a few tears rolling down her cheeks. She glanced at her sister, whose expression had turned into that of a madwoman. Despite their now impeding doom, she still seemed happy, as though everything were still going according to her plan. It didn’t take long for Mukuro to understand that Junko-chan was finally feeling the despair she’d been craving for all these years. Failing meant that she was the one who was falling into despair this time. She was finally getting a first-hand taste of despair, and she was loving it.

“Look at that! It’s the Ultimate I Swear I’m Not Gay and his Ultimate Forbidden Love Interest!” Junko-chan sounded more excited than ever. “What will they do once they take care of the big bad guys? Kiss and fall in love? Of course not, that wouldn’t be despair-inducing enough!”

The two men ignored her provocation and walked towards her, ignoring everyone else in the room. It was clear they’d come for her and her only. Mukuro wanted to move and get rid of them, if only to save her sister, but something within her was stopping her from doing so. If she killed even only one of them, she wouldn’t be able to get away with it. It would have caused her sister more despair, but for the first time in her life, Mukuro thought that this wasn’t what she wanted.

She didn’t want what Junko-chan wanted. She didn’t want to kill anymore. She’d never liked despair. Thus, Mukuro stayed there, silent. She waited for everything to be over, unsure if she would be able to watch more of what was happening. Yet, she couldn’t keep her eyes off the scene, as if her brain was forcing her to witness this – as if this would be of help to her in the future.

Yukizome-sensei had come back in the room, telling Munakata-san something about how she was glad he’d found this room.

Why is she lying to him? We just brainwashed her, there’s no way she would turn against us so soon – or any time, for that matter. Why is Junko-chan not warning them? Why is she playing along? Mukuro wasn’t sure she understood any of it anymore. Hope, despair – it didn’t make much sense to her at that point.

Kamukura took a few steps forward and grabbed Junko-chan, immobilizing her. He’s… Betraying Junko-chan. I always knew he was dangerous. Ever since we met him, I thought dealing with him was a bad idea. Why didn’t she listen to me? Why do I have to see this?

“You guys take care of them,” Yukizome-sensei said, referring to Kamukura and Junko-chan. “I’ll protect everyone else.”

Mukuro wanted to scream as the redhead came close to her, but she had no energy to do anything. She had completely given up on everything. The mental strain she’d experienced throughout the day and how she’d been surprised by the turn things had taken had drained her. She didn’t want to do this.

All I’ve ever wanted was to make Junko-chan happy and I’ve failed. I’ve pathetically failed by doing everything she wanted me to do. She looks so much happier now that she’s about to be stopped. I should have known that the only thing that would satisfy her was making her fall into despair. I was so stupid. I’ve failed her, and our parents. But most importantly, I failed myself. I’ve only given myself one duty in life, and I wasn’t even able to fulfill it. Just what type of soldier am I? What am I supposed to do?

Mukuro let Yukizome-sensei help her up and get her out of the room. She had no idea what the academy would decide to do with her, but she didn’t care anymore. It wasn’t like there was anything she really wanted to do, anyway. She had dedicated her entire life to Junko-chan, and had done everything in her power to make sure she would succeed no matter how crazy and farfetched her plans were.

Mukuro didn’t have any wishes of her own. She didn’t have any future to look forward to now that Junko-chan would be arrested. That was why it didn’t matter what would happen to her. It didn’t matter what they would do to her because if her sister wasn’t free, Mukuro wouldn’t have anything to do with herself.

As Yukizome-sensei sat her down in headmaster Kirigiri’s office and explained everything that had happened to them, Mukuro cried. She cried and cried and cried for the first time since her parents died. She had no idea what her tears meant, or why she wasn’t able to stop them, but her vision was blurry and her mind unable to follow the conversation that was happening right in front of her.

#naekusaba #naegiri

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trans-shota-aizawa-au-pt-2 · 4 years ago

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IM GONNA PUNCH ZEUS IN THE FACE!

Now with its own playlist

Chapter one: Why did Zeus have to choose my wife?

Hi my name is Jack Alvin-Sulina(suh-lin-ah) and I’m going to punch Zeus, the Greek god Zeus, in the face, and here’s why. He made my wife, Alexiana(ah-lex-e-on-ah), pregnant while I was away on a business trip. Oh, sure, you’re thinking “why don’t you just get mad at your wife instead of going on this crazy Quest to punch Zeus in the face?” Well let me tell you something, my wife has been in a coma for three years. So, it’s unlikely she consented to that horrible act that impregnated her.Let me tell you about myself. I am a tiny 5”2 man with anxiety. I have black hair, green eyes, brownish skin, and look kind of like an elf, I’m not suited to punching gods in the face. woah that was a crazy glitch in the matrix. But when I saw what he did to my wife I got the maddest you will ever see anyone get, that’s when I got the idea to punch Zeus in the face. You’re probably thinking either I’m 1. Crazy 2. Stupid, or 3. Brave, I am none of those things I’m just very, very, very, very angry. Do you still want to know the details? Well you don’t have a choice, so I will keep writing.My journey started with a surprise, a horrible surprise. I just got home from a week-long business trip to New Mexico when I saw my wife’s caretaker, Amelia sitting on my couch. “What are you doing here,” I said looking worried “is Alexiana alright?”“Oh, she is quite alright,” Amelia said “but….,” She looked at her chart “well she’s pregnant.”“How is this possible?” I inquired with a sullen air “She has been in a coma for three years.”“Well you won’t believe this,” she replied “but I’m pretty sure Zeus’s kid is inside her.”“What the Tartarus,” I murmured “I leave this block for one week and things just…”Suddenly I got an idea “What if we punch Zeus in the face?” I asked with a voice so angry that could melt steel.“That’s impossible,” Amelia said matter-of-factly “unless you rally an army of people that want to see you punch Zeus in the face.”“Thanks for the idea,” I said while grabbing my keys and wallet “I’m going to rally up an army.”“Well if you’re going to do something crazy like that I might as well join you,” Amelia sighed dejectedly “besides even though it goes against my better judgment, I want to see you punch Zeus in the face.” I saw her face glitch as if she was from a video game. That was weird, but I decided not to mention it.“What about Alexiana?” I inquired “What will happen if you’re not here to take care of her?”“Don’t worry,” Amelia said “I will have Jacey take care of her.”Jacey was Amelia’s friend that also was a nurse. “Ok,” I replied “now the only question is, where are we going to get the money from?” I had worked as an indie movie director for 12 years and moved around a lot, in fact, we didn’t have a permanent residence until Alexiana got into that car crash that caused her coma. I saw a lamp out of the corner of my eye. When did we get that lamp? It hadn’t been there before.“What about my retirement savings?” Amelia asked “Will those do?”“Look,” I said apologetically “I know we need all the money can get but I’m not going to drain your retirement account just for a grudge match.”“Look it’s not like you are starving for money,” Amelia retorted “I just want to help ok!”After that we spent hour after hour finding people who hated Zeus, and trust me it was not hard. It turns out that Zeus was not the most beloved god, in fact there where millions of stories like mine all over the world. After we rallied up an army filled of people who hate Zeus (which includes a woman that I’m probably sure is Hera), we went to Mount Olympus. When we got there, we found Zeus sitting on his throne. “So, you want to punch me in the face I hear,” he said with a smile “well if you want to, hit me with your best shot.”I paused and thought about what I was doing for a second, I asked myself, was this right? Would Alexiana want me to do this? Yes, I decided with a sullen air. I will do this, for Alexiana, for her unborn child, my unborn child, for everyone who has been wronged by Zeus. I shall make this right or else, I and everyone here would go home,

shamed, and dishonored, treated as outcasts as long as their souls existed. I didn’t want that fate for anyone, anyone but Zeus that is. I saw Alexiana out of the corner of my eye. “Alexiana?” I said shocked “What are you doing here?”“Don’t worry love,” Alexiana said in a voice I didn’t recognize “everything will be over soon.” Then everything faded to black. I woke up in a hospital bed after a considerable time in the darkness. “Why am I here?” I inquired to the nearest nurse.“You were in a coma for the past three years” the nurse answered patiently “you were in a devastating car crash that left your wife dead”I realized that my whole quest was a coma dream, “At least my Alexiana didn’t suffer through that whole coma dream” I thought happily.Then I felt my life force drain from my body and I died. It was wonderful to see my Alexiana again restored to her full glory.

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dolphin-enthusiast · 5 years ago

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What's up Morgy may I request some hc's of a sleepover party with the duwang dumbasses? Just,,, all of them and reader in one clusterfuck of a sleepover, chaotic energy at an 11/10,,,,,, thank you Morgy I love you

- You knew exactly what you were getting yourself into when you accepted Josuke’s invitation for a sleepover. Your friend eagerly let you know that the rest of his gang was going to join in too and you couldn’t be more glad honestly. The bois were absolute crackheads.

- And just as you arrived at Josuke’s place you found him and Okuyasu having an intense chaotic battle against eachother whilst playing videogames. Both of them were screaming and occasionally swearing as each of them lost a round and whenever Josuke spat out another curse Tomoko’s booming voice could be heard, telling the teen to chill the fuck out and use proper language. Poor Koichi was just chilling on the couch watching his friends go.

- After you all ate what you swear was the best dinner you ever had, your pompadour sporting friend beckoned the gang in his room and so you found yourself sitting on Josuke’s bed along with Koichi and Oku as the teens kept talking about all sorts of dumb things such as crushes. In no time Josuke and Oku started teasing Koichi about his roaring crush on Yukako, making the poor boi fluster and hide his face in his hands.

- You played some more videogames (and some good ol’ board games that frustrated Oku to no extent because he found them all extremely difficult which only caused Josuke to tease him further) and you soon noticed that it was already past 12 am. Just as things started to chill Josuke had the maddest idea one could have in the dead of the night: cover Rohan’s house in fucking toilet paper.

- You knew it was a horrendous idea and yet you agreed to it, fully aware of the risks. Soon enough you were in front of the mangaka’s house, all of you ready and armed with tons and tons of toilet paper rolls. The entirety of time you all (and especially Josuke) had to stiffle your chaotic laughter as you kept mercilessly throwing the rolls over the roof of the big ass house. It was over as quick as it began and you soon returned back to Josuke’s house. Honestly it was amazing how you slipped unnoticed but it was all worth it, even if you’ll have Rohan coming after you tomorrow.

#mf got what he deserved tbh #jojo's bizarre adventure #jojo no kimyou na bouken #diamond is unbreakable #josuke higashikata #okuyasu #koichi hirose #jojo headcanons #headcanons #anon #feral tag

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bnha-hcs · 7 years ago

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.:Soul Bond:. - Chapter 1

Alasjlka I meant to write this a long ass time ago but a few things popped up and I got busy rip,,, alskm Anyways this is the beginning to the series I was talking about doing!! It’s a crossover with an old rpg game that I really loved. I kept the name of the village elder bc I couldn’t think if anyone who could fit in her place for now. I might go back and change it once I’m not sleep deprived and up at 2:30 in the morning :’) Tell me what you guys think!

I also have an Ao3 now!! I’ll be posting stuff for other fandoms so if you wanna request a one shot or smth from another fandom shoot me an ask on here or on my ao3!! -----> Here!!

You wake up, eyes fluttering open and staring blankly at the ceiling. A groan escapes your lips as you roll over and take the pillow behind your head, shoving it over your head in an attempt to keep out the light of the morning sun. In the distance, you recall with a grimace, is the sound of the tower bell, signalling you to rise. But, gods, you really don’t have the energy to get up after yesterday’s training with your friend. She really was insistent when it came to training with you. Even though you had beat her countless amounts of times, she still insisted you were the weaker of the two of you. And so she drove you to train with her endlessly, and when you were summoned to do other village duties it was a blessing really. You loved her to death but, man, she just really took the energy outta you sometimes.

“Hey, are you still sleeping?” You heard a familiar voice blare, causing you to groan and curl up in a ball. “How many times do I have to wake you up myself??”

The door was already open and you lazily tried to fend off your friend with a few swipes of your hand. She clearly wasn’t amused as you swatted at her and opted to yank the bedsheets off of you completely. You slumped on the bed in defeat while she grabbed your ankles and started to drag you out of the bed. She whined at you for being so heavy to which you snorted at.

“Come ooon!” She drawled in aggravation, “The village elder already summoned us! What if we’re finally going to be made guards just like we’ve been hoping?”

Ah, that’s right, you thought. It was for the past few months that the two of you had finally made it to the age that most others are when they begin their village guardianship. She had been nagging you about it between meals and duties around the village. The elder had repeatedly refused the two of you whenever you pressed the matter however, only going to anger the latter. You were fine with waiting if that’s what was needed, but someone else wasn’t as sold on the idea. Though, you had to admit, it was getting a little tiring being kept like a beauty in a gilded cage in this secret hidden village. Visitors here were few and far between and if rumors were true, the outside world was in peril of falling apart and decaying into nothing.

Your friend had given up on you by now as you lethargically got up to get ready. As you tugged on a usual shirt you felt the ache in your muscles while your mind wandered to the past few days. Nothing had stood out to you besides the village elder acting a bit distant. The look in her old eyes grew distant, cold even as she bid you farewell after every meeting. You shrugged it off. Maybe she was just getting sentimental about the two of your growing up? Having practically raised the two of you, maybe it was time she thought about letting you two grow up a little. Either way, it wasn’t your place to press about it, and even when your friend complained about the unfairness of being denied guard status, you were ready to remind her that the village elder was only doing what she thought best.

“Ochako,” You spoke quietly. The quick tilt of your head gave heed to what you meant. Being more of a soft spoken, quiet sort of person, only a few words got the point across most of the time. You found your friend being so outspoken was good, mostly because you wouldn’t have to explain so much, especially when you got a little flustered trying to explain things.

“It’s a about time.” She huffed in mock annoyance. You followed her down the hall and out into the main area, a small cave dug out with pillars of light filtering in from the ceiling. They shown onto the crystaline water flowing from the small fountain in the center, the cave made out of an almost quartz like material. If you hadn’t lived here the past 16 years you would’ve thought this place were some sort of ethereal plane of existence. But now it was just the same old area you passed through time and time again.

As soon as you reached the chamber in which your village elder dwelled, you kneeled until she bid you to rise. Ochako was trying her best not to blurt out the same question she had been asking the past months. You eyed her wordlessly before glancing back at the village elder, her eyes betraying something you weren’t sure you wanted to know about. It gave you an odd feeling, but you had no idea how to express it, so you kept it to yourself as you waited.

“It’s occured to me that I’ve been a bit, stingy with the two of you.” She began, the words flowing out, slow like molasses, “I believe it’s time.”

“W-w-wait… R-really?” The girl beside you choked out, looking like a fish with such a gaping look. ‘’Do you really mean it, Lady Layna?”

The old lady only chuckled at this, an raspy but hearty sort of sound. She held out a staff, pointing it squarely at Ochako, before an assortment of weapons appeared on the ground in front of her. The younger girl went bug eyed at the choice of brilliant looking weapons, but she was quick to gravitate towards the weapon she had been talking about since she was little.

“The choice it yours,” Layna spoke, “But choose wisely, for the weapon you choose will reflect your hero’s soul.”

“Hmm- These!” Ochako suddenly spoke, grabbing the emerald looking pair of short sickles. They shown in the gleaming light, and it was almost a divine win had sprung from her touch.

“Those blades will make sure your strikes are as light and quick as the wind, while your heart stays just as true. A truly fitting pick for you.”

You gawked a bit at the weapons but before you could step over to see what you could pick, they vanished. With a start you darted your gaze back over to Layna, catching a glimpse of a grimace on her face. You internally panicked, but you didn’t let it show much. With another swirl of her staff, another weapon was held before you.

“And for you,” She paused, putting her staff down and holding onto it with a grip tight enough to see her knuckles whiten. “I have only this.”

You gulped, unsure if you should even touch this thing. It was a black, onyx sword, the blade looking downright malicious as a set of red gems gleamed like eyes peering into your soul. It was unsettling and you weren’t sure if you could even refuse at this point. You glanced over at Ochako, whom of which seemed to be mirroring your concern. You looked back at the blade and swallowed hard. With a pit in your stomach you reached out, hands brushing over the handle before you grasped the blade fully. And oh boy, you really wished you hadn’t.

In an instant a wave of darkness sprang from it and engulfed you fully. Your hair whipped back from your face from the sheer force and at this point you were holding on for dear life. The waves of darkness continued to pour from the blade endlessly. Red and black mingled together like paint on a canvas. Swirling and mixing together as it leaked out into the room.

“(Y/n)!” You heard Ochako exclaim.

As soon as you looked over to her your vision clouded and you saw only darkness. A tingling sensation shot through your body, and you suddenly felt like you were floating. When you found yourself trying to look around however, you noticed that you couldn’t look at your own body. Slowly, a figure came into view in the darkness, the shadows giving way to a red hue. You saw, floating in the ethereal darkness, a boy with spiky ash blond hair, wearing a loose black tunic and gray pants. His hands were shoved in his pockets and his eyes were staring right through. A wicked looking smirk was plastered across his face. It wasn't long before you heard a rough voice yell out into a devilish laugh.

“It’s about damn time you shitty hag!” You heard him exclaim, though it felt like it was coming from you. “It’s been hundreds of years since I’ve gotten to stretch my legs!”

“W-What’s going on??” You heard Ochako stammer through the darkness.

“And from the looks of it, you chose a pretty good one, too!” The voice boomed in your ears. “Cozy even, I could get used to this.”

Your face flushed at this and you weren’t sure how to respond to this. Was he inside you? How was he in the sword? What the actual fuck was going on?? You spaced out, thinking at a rate of about a thousand miles an hour. It wasn’t until you heard someone screaming at you to listen did you finally snap back into reality, if this even was reality at this point.

“Hey are you even listening to me?” You heard him again. “The names Katsuki, baddest of the bad, maddest of the mad, killer of kings and destroyer of worlds!”

You rolled your eyes, but he didn’t seem to notice or care. In fact, now that you got a good look at him in this small void place you were dwelling away from the others, it looked like her had these weird floating things draped around his shoulders. Just what the hell was he?

“I’m what you call a Master of Death.” He said, as if he were reading your mind, and you panicked for a good second. “Now give me dominion over your body.”

Wait. W h a t.

“Excuse me?” You asked, “What are you going to do with it if I do?”

“Why I’m going to blow up this whole fucking world of course!” He gloated, a laugh ripping through his chest, almost like a mighty howl.

“Then no.” You said simply. “Why would I even let you do that?”

“Hey hey hey, don’t be selfish! I’ve been kept in that stupid sword for so long!” He whined, “Can’t you help a guy out?”

“No.” You said flatly, crossing your arms mentally.

There was a long and loud groan before your vision was no longer clouded in darkness and you were on the ground, hands still held fast around the handle of the blade. You groggily got up, holding the blade in one hand now. Layna looked at you warily but you weren’t sure what to even say to her.

“You sure picked a stubborn one,” You heard the voice again, “She didn’t even fucking budge!”

“Then I was right to put my faith in (Y/n).” Layna sighed, relief setting into her features.

“Wait, what the hell just happened??”

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Layne had explained everything to you, about how she had fought Katsuki over a millenia ago and sealed him into the blade, and how she had been looking for someone she thought could handle the power of keeping the Master of Death sealed within their body. That person happened to be you this time and you shuddered to think of what would’ve happened if your body had given out like the ones before you. Ochako was not impressed or remotely okay with this fact and refused to acknowledge Katsuki despite him now constantly insulting her from within you. Her first instinct was to call him a demon, and was convinced you were possessed. But Layna had assured her that you were in fact, still you.

Although you know had a duty to perform now. You were not to be a guard of the village, but you were to go out into the world and hopefully do something about what was called a ‘World Eater’ that was the cause of the earth tremors growing more and more violent in your village. What that meant for Ochako you had no idea. But it was hard to say no to Layna after what all had just happened. You couldn’t even remember half the details she had told you. Everything was foggy and your muscles still ached from the hordes of training the past few days.

So after a long ass day and ordeal you decided to take a bath, forgetting you were in the presence of a certain Master of Death. Just as you had begun to strip you heard a whistle of approval from somewhere. Whipping around you saw no one, before the realization sunk in and you groaned while sliding down the wall of the bathroom.

“I see everything you see you know.” He cackled, already amused by your response. “Don’t worry though, if you close your eyes I won't be able to see anything as long as you don’t open them.”

You simply kicked off your socks and slid into the tub fully clothed, earning a disappointed whine from the stupid Master of Death residing in your body. You began to scrub on whatever exposed skin you had, but you weren’t sure if you could ever feel clean with this asshole lurking inside you.

“You’re bathing in your clothes?” Katsuki whined, “You’re no fun.”

You didn’t respond, not really wanting to, but you figured you’d have to get used to eventually whether you liked it or not. It was going to be hell from here on out.

“Don’t worry, soon I’ll know all your dirty secrets.” He taunted as you sat in the tub sulking.

“Lady Layna, I kind of hate you.”

#bnha imagines #bnha #bakugou katsuki #bakugou x reader #mha #crossover #I'm changing things as I go but also I'm tired rip

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