#cazandofantasmas

[fakedself]

sev: there’s only one thing worse than a disappearance

sev: pulls away a strip of paper covering the word ‘rhys’s’

deana, gasping: rhys

sev: no,

[disappearanceofjk]

[TEXT]: Truthfully, had I been anywhere else, I am sure you could have 'surmised' how you knew I was there as well. [TEXT]: I certainly hope you are not tracking me or any of the others. [TEXT]: But fine. I shall not speak of this to another soul. [TEXT]: Now then, do explain what you must explain.

[TEXT]: I’m not, I promise. I’m not even sure how I could track you guys.

[TEXT]: Okay, well…

His hands are shaking. It’s not a good sign. He has to swallow down his anxiety and regurgitate a dark secret he’s been hiding for years.

warnings for: emetophobia, murder, death

[TEXT]: My name is Rhys Matthews. I’m 26. I know that. I know logically, I should be 36, but I don’t…know. I was born in Georgia, but my family moved around a lot. For a little while, it was just me and my mom. I don’t know who my father is or where he is right now. She…She tried her best, but money was always short, but she’s my mom. All we had was each other. 

[TEXT]: Then, there was Lily. She’s my younger sister, 11 years old. She’s…21 now, I think. I’m not sure, I haven’t seen her in ages. Once again, I don’t know how I’m still 26, I promise. I know nothing about it, you have to believe me. She…I took care of her most of the time. Mom was out, and I had to grow up pretty early to take care of her. Mom was trying her best, I knew that, but it was…really difficult some days. Especially when Lily was still a baby. 

[TEXT]: I

His voice cracks. Once perfected mask shatters, and every single memory seems to surface again. It hurts, it hurts, it hurts.

[TEXT]: It was a couple years befoer I went missing that she went missing. My mom. Not Lily. She just. Left one day. And never came back.

[TEXT]: And the funny part is, no one cared enough to file a report about her! We were still growing. I didn’t know what to do. Lily was…2, I think, at the time. I was 17. It’s funny. I was so grown up, but I still felt like a child. 

[TEXT]: Life was tougher. I worked a lot of jobs. And

It hurts. It hurts, it hurts, it hurts. 

[TEXT]: i didnt mean to kill her

It’s a while before Deana gets another response, and even then, it’s shaky — it’s obvious Rhys is crying.

[TEXT]: she attacked me first i t was in the alleyway adn she wante dt o kill me i jsut wanted to leave but she kept aiminga t me and i eventually stabbed her in retatiliation because i didnt think it was gonna go through i didnt mean t kill her i jut wnated her to leave me alone i had to provide for illy i couldnt

[TEXT]: there was a lot of blood

[TEXT]: so much blood oh god im gonna throw up

[TEXT]: i had to leave i had to clean up and leave and so i staged her disappearance and i staged mine and i. i left. i dont remember what happened after i left i just know i did and then i woke up and it felt like years later and it was years later and there were a lot of disapperances and i thought 

[TEXT]: i thought maybe i could find my mom so i followde them and i need to finish this one because maybe itll tell me where my mom is after so many years i just

[TEXT]: you cant tell anyone this i havent told anyone i killed someone it wasnt my fault i know its wrong but she attacked first and it was an accident i didnt mean to i didnt mean to i didnt mean to i didnt

There’s no other texts. 

[fcrfcrever]

MIKU. @ Sakra is this revenge?

[fakedself]

@cazandofantasmas !! HAPPY HOLIDAYS! somebody loves you!

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[disappearanceofjk]

Also also yes hello, would you like to comment on the events of Thursday the 28th, where this blog was overtaken by crack and you were confirmed to, in fact, be a filthy memer

"...No comment. I believe Alex mentioned Ricegum earlier.” He sighs, sipping his drink again, “in any case, let’s assume that was an alternate universe.”

[endknown-blog]

an encouraging nod is given, and while some may have crticized her pronunciation (at least, in his time), he says nothing of it. when she steps forth, jonah tenses, and it’s not that he’s scared —— he know he should still be cautious, even if he isn’t —— but still, nervousness pools in his stomach at it. he watches, silently, as she introduces herself and bows, unresponsive (save for a small nod, so minuscule she probably didn’t even notice). until she asks that.

❛ it’s halloween, ❜ jonah pointed out matter of factly, as if that answer could solve all her questions. ❛ the night of the grave’s delight. where the veil between worlds is at its thinnest. i just decided to step through. see what i missed. ❜

endknown:

the conversation feels awkward, he’s going to be totally honest. this is the first time he’s ever really been put in this situation; the first time he’s been straightforwardly referred to as a spirit, something that, while he’d come to terms with it years ago, felt odd on the tongue. he listens with genuine interest, intrigued by the unfamiliarity that he was rarely faced with now. to show this, eyebrows raised at deana’s statement —— rip her soul from her body.

❛ …jonah. ❜

when was the last time, he said his name? when was the last time he even talked to somebody this casually?

❛ it’s jonah. ❜

{ ☠ }

“Jonah…?”

Deana seems to have trouble pronouncing his name correctly–she mixed together the hard English ‘j’ sound with the soft Spanish ‘j,’ creating some strange hybrid that sounded more like she was calling him “Yonah.”

“Jonah…” Smile turns soft, and she takes just a step closer to him. “It is a lovely name. I am Deana. It is truly a pleasure to meet you.” She gives Jonah a small bow at the waist before staring back up at the moon. “So why do you haunt this place again, Jonah? What makes you so restless this night?”

{ ☠ }

[selfulfilling]

[TEXT]: It is Deana. You were right. I have found little with my contacts. [TEXT]: As frustrating as it is, I must concede. Forgive me. And thank you for allowing me a look at the evidence you found. [TEXT]: Do let me know if you require any assistance with anything. Especially with the police. If they stand in your way of getting what you need, do let me know.

[ TEXT ] : Look harder. There’s something there that you need to see.[ TEXT ] : Our “leader” has something to hide. Come over, I need to show you something.

[disappearanceofjk]

Careful, Deana, you don't know what it can do. She stayed as still as she could, watching the creature as it watched her. Somehow it knew her name, it could recognize her--it? What was 'it?' "I--I do not know what 'it' is. I shall destroy it"--was she? She didn't know--"but I need to know its name. Can you tell me that?" English was difficult to summon, with the uproar going on in her mind from the beast's soul--did she know anyone in there?--as well as raw fear. But answers. She needed answers.

If it weren’t for the apathetic, almost robotic voice, its words might’ve seemed frantic. “It. It. It.” It’s just reporting, after all, it’s not as if the monster’s actually saying these things. “It.” A pause, as if it’s collecting more information, straining to piece words together. “...Crown. Newest...K-16-18-5-25.”

[knowsmagic]

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[selfulfilling]

"Ms... Layne, yes?" One would never guess that she was always so cheerful, always walked to her own rhythm, not when lips did not smile and feet shuffled in time. "Ah... forgive me for intruding. I am Deana Morrison. I would like to ask if I may have a look at the missing persons posters you found. I work closely with the police, you see. I would like to see who they are so that I may find any sort of information with them. Files and such. If, of course, you would let me."

       It’s    SO    MUCH     MORE     than    just    a    couple    of     MISSING    PERSONS    photos    now.     It’s     accurate    but    inconclusive    lab-like    analysis,    connecting    photos    on    a    cork-board,    proper    unstable    obsession    towards    something   far    beyond    her    control.    Though    anxious,    though    KIND,    she    is    UNSTABLE    at    best.    So,   when    the    voice   rang,    she    jumped.    Her    heart    won’t    stop    pounding,    static    words    still    ringing    in    her    head.              “I’ve    TRIED.    I’ve   tried    EVERYTHING,    and    I’ve    gotten    NOTHING.    If    you     want    --    if    you    HAVE    to,    TRY,    but     I’ve    been   up    for...    I    don’t    know.”         The    window   is    blocked    from    natural    light.    As   far    as    Laura    knows,    it    could    have    been    days.          “I’ve   been    up    TRYING    to    find    answers.    I    can’t    find    them.”             She    is    desperate.

[fcrfcrever]

@cazandofantasmas | jeremy.chr wants to talk!

⚡️. “Deana!”

He calls out, arms waving in the air from far away. He runs over excitedly, smiling brightly.

“Hey! Occult club hasn’t tried to summon any demons, right?” Jeremy’s half-joking.

[disappearanceofjk]

"Do not talk to me about morals when you coerced us into murder. When you tricked us and indirectly caused the deaths of innocents and the injuries of countless others, you FUCKING RAT." A deep breath to control herself. "You speak of other's lives, and you are correct. Destruction does not always mean kill, you know." A bitter laugh. "YOUR life? WHAT LIFE? You have no soul. You cannot fool me. And besides." A twisted, humorless grin. "You did not spare the life of a monster. Why should I?"

"Fair.” He shrugs, turns to exit. If he’s phased, he doesn’t show it in his expressionless features. “Well. Do what you can. I doubt you can do much in that glass cage.”

[endknown-blog]

the conversation feels awkward, he’s going to be totally honest. this is the first time he’s ever really been put in this situation; the first time he’s been straightforwardly referred to as a spirit, something that, while he’d come to terms with it years ago, felt odd on the tongue. he listens with genuine interest, intrigued by the unfamiliarity that he was rarely faced with now. to show this, eyebrows raised at deana’s statement —— rip her soul from her body.

❛ ...jonah. ❜

when was the last time, he said his name? when was the last time he even talked to somebody this casually?

❛ it’s jonah. ❜