#death warning

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Ohmegosh this was so fun but also so harrowing to do in one day lmaooo

Version with borders because dramatism my beloved

I picked angst over domestic fluff for some reason zxcvbnm- I usually like fluffy things HELLA more (give me happy beginnings and ending mfers I'm soft) but I was possessed by this and had to do it

This is specifically fanart for 'Koby's Awful No-Good Very Confusing Day'! Go read it!! Understand my brainrot about this fic and why I have a whole notepad about fanart I'd like to make for it!!!

[hellonearthtoday]

my gift for @amaranthinecanicular for the mcythorrorgiftexchange! Part of it, I guess. The bulk of it is the fic

@mcythorrorgiftexchange

[pokemon-ash-aus]

Can you please do a sketch for the word kiss?

Kiss

One word prompts are closed, please do not send anymore

[deco27-unofficial]

"This sucks so bad, this countdown to bye-bye, not long now till it runs out, Fxxk."

[badly-drawn-doflamingo]

[ warning - darker/taxidermy humor ]

Happy Birthday Cora !!

[owl-falls-au-gravity-falls]

According to The Book of Bill canon is the only universe where Dipper and Mabel don’t lose something (like a limb). So what do they lose here?

According to The Book of Bill canon is the only universe where Dipper and Mabel don’t lose something (like a limb). So what do they lose here? / Según el canon de The Book of Bill, este es el único universo en el que Dipper y Mabel no pierden algo (como una extremidad). Entonces, ¿qué pierden aquí?

IN ENGLISH

This was the universe where they lost the most innocent lives, since the beginning, with the Phillip era.

many palismans died over the years that Belos existed.

Here the losses only refer to the people who died on the boiling islands, people who died during the day of unity, the patrols of the island and even when Belos became the titan...

The losses were many, and don't make me talk about the deaths that normally occurred on the islands with the petrifications, the witch hunts, The failed covens and everything that happened since Phillip's arrival

Regarding personal losses for the Pines twins...

They lost their uncle Stan, who dies and returns in a new reincarnation that retains all his memories.

Hunter too, although he was revived thanks to Flapjack's death.

Flapjack himself also died, but he never returned.

Let's say we can also add new parallel lines where Stan never returns in a reincarnation and everyone dies at the hands of the titan Belos, where children die at the hands of Belos, where Mabel and Dipper become dolls forever, they even get lost in the portal to never return alive

Among many other endings...

EN ESPAÑOL

Este fue el universo donde perdieron más vidas inocentes, desde el comienzo, con la época de Phillip

Muchos palismanes murieron a lo largo de los años en que Belos existió

Aquí las perdidas solo se refieren a las personas que murieron en las islas hirvientes, gente que murió durante el día de la unidad, los patrullajes de la isla e incluso cuando Belos se volvió el titán

Las perdidas fueron muchas, y no me hagan hablar de las muertes que ocurrían normalmente en las islas con las petrificaciones, las cacerías de brujas, los aquelarres fallidos y todo lo que ocurrió desde la llegada de Phillip

Con respecto a pérdidas personales para los gemelos Pines...

Perdieron a su tío Stan, el cual muere y regresa en una nueva reencarnación que conserva todas sus memorias

A Hunter también, aunque el revivió gracias a la muerte de Flapjack

El mismo Flapjack también murió, pero el nunca regresó

Digamos que también podemos agregar nuevas líneas paralelas dónde Stan nunca regresa en una reencarnación y todos mueren a manos del titán Belos, dónde los niños mueren a manos de Belos, dónde Mabel y Dipper se convierten en muñecos para siempre, incluso se pierden en el portal para nunca volver con vida

Entre muchos otros finales...

[we-cool-beans]

“im so sorry max...”

[black-suns-rim]

Shattered Cyrstal - The shattering

Short story. This may become a series, so let's say this is part 1.

Warning: death, graphic imagery

Everything's a blur...

"Ugh.. everything hurts... what happened?" The large figure tried to get up. He winced in pain and held his side as he slowly sat on his knees. He held his head as his ears rang loudly through his head. He looked up to see the quart room, once white and gold, now in a red light. The stone pillars that were once decorated now were broken, chipped and cracked. Stone fragments laid on the ground along with the statues of past Light Priests.

His eyes slowly began to focus and the ringing in his ears ceased. "No... no, no, no..." Stone shards rained down from the sky as he got up, grunting in pain, ducking for safety. "The crystal..." He didn't believe what he saw. He had to look again. He had to see if his eyes were telling the truth. Peeking out from his safe cover, he saw it; red, violently spinning and shooting out shards. The same shards that were falling from the sky. The crystal that once was made of pure light, it was no more.

He leaned his back up against the pillar he was hiding behind, "this can't be... how?.." He noticed something odd amongst the broken stone as he was trying to recall the events that happened before this. He squinted his eyes to try and see more clear. His heart sank as he realized what he was staring at and then all his memories came flooding back to him. The events became clear in his mind before he was knocked out.

The screaming, he heard it now, all around him. His senses were heighted as his heart began to thump within his chest. A Light Priest was crawling on the floor, injured serverly, trying to get to cover when a shard fell from the sky and hit them. He witness the Light Preist get Impaled and turn to stone. He gasped as he looked around in panic. Remembering everyone who was in the quart room with him before the crystal shattered.

"Alef! ALEF!?" He left his safety as he desperately called out, "ALEF! MY SON! WHERE ARE YOU!?" He winced and limped, taking cover when he needed to. The shards were shooting out of the reddened and broken crystal in timed periods. "ALEF!" He called out once more. He traveld closer to the crystal where the shards became more frequent, "ALEF! AL- Alef...? Alef!" He ran to the stone body that bore his son's clothing.

"No, no, no, NO, NO!" His voice cracked and shook as he fell to his knees at the small cold stone statue body. He picked it up, "No! My Alef! This can't be! My boy..? No... my Alef..." He held the stiff body in his hands as he began to weep. His son was small enough to fit in his hands, but was larger than any other child of the kingdom since he was of royal blood.

He was out in the open and the shards fell on him, but he ignored the pain. The adrenaline was high and he didn't believe what he was holding to be his son, "This can't be you?... no, you were here! You were here..."

He held the stone body close to his chest, not wanting to believe it was him. But he still weped. The shards pelted him for a while before someone began to shout for him.

"MY KING? MY KING!" He didn't hear the strained small voice over his weeping and the sound of the shards hitting the ground, the pillars, the statues and so on.

"Oh my Alef, my sweet Alef..." He kept repeating.

"MY KING!" The small voice became louder as it came closer. He heard the voice and recognized who it was.

"He's dead..." He choked back tears, his voice not loud enough for them to hear.

"My king?..."

"HE'S DEAD! My little boy! My Alef, he's gone!" He cried out.

The small figure stood behind the hunched over king. They stammered, trying to speak and hearing how heartbroken he was, "King Resh, we need to get out of here. It's not safe."

Another figure appeared behind him, limping with a large battle spear in his hands, using it as a crutch, "My King, Lamed is right. It's not safe here, we need to get out."

"Tsadi... Lamed... where are the others?..." He turned to face them. He saw the both were injured, Tsadi more than Lamed.

"They are out of the storm and safe. We tried to rescue as many as we could while you were knocked out. We didn't know if you would even wake up..." Tsadi hesitated, "Alef... he refused to go to safety... He... He saved as many as he could. Your son was brave... and a true leader."

"My king, you're injured, we need to leave before it gets any worse." Lamed pleaded. Resh was silent as he held onto the stone body of his son. The giant king stood up to his full height, gripping his side under his cloak as he did so. He looked down at his two friends. The shards came down again, hitting his back. This time he felt it and grunted in pain.

"With the rest of my strength, I will get us out of here." Resh tucked away the small stone body of his son into one of the many pockets. He picked up Lamed and Tsadi as if they were just toddlers, and with what little light magic he had left, the king charge up his cape. As if his cape were a pair of wings, he used it to shoot up into the air like a bird.

The light magic he had left was enough to keep them in flight until they were able to reach safety, where the other injured were taken. King Resh landed, stumbling before letting go of Lamed and Tsadi. He felt light headed and his vision faded to black before he fell over. When his body hit the floor, the ground beneath everyone shook.

"MY KING!" Tsadi yelled, "GET A HEALER OVER HERE, NOW!" Tsadi went up to Resh. He noticed strange dark shards coming out from the king. He didn't like the look of them. At least 3 healers ran over to the king to come to his aid.

Tsadi backed away as the healers began their work. He sat down on a stone bench and held his head. Lamed sat right next to him and placed a hand on his arm, "you should get looked at, you are far worse than the others."

"I won't be looked at until everyone else has been taken care of. Including you." His tone was soft but stern.

"As you wish..." She left and went to any available healer. Tsadi watched as the many healers frantically went forth and back to as many as they could. People were howling from sorrow and loss, others cried from pain. It heart is heart to hear all the pain. He spotted the other Realm Elders being treated which somewhat put him at ease.

Tsadi stood up and limped his way to a healer to be looked at. Daleth had watched Tsadi arrive with Lamed and the King before he had fainted from the injuries he obtained. Daleth's arm was broken and placed into a sling that hung from his back. The old Realm Elder slowly made his way to Tsadi and sat right next to him as he was being treated. Tsadi took notice of Daleth but didn't say a word. They sat together in silence as they watched the healers bring in an extremely large transportation boat for the king.

"Who knew this would happen..." Daleth broke the silence.

"Yeah... How are the twins, Teth and Ayin doing? Any bad injuries?"

"Broken arms, legs, ribs and concussions. The twins had to be sedated because they wouldn't stop moving while the healers tried to work on them." Daleth coughed and winced.

"Figures. They are young and don't know how to deal with pain like we do." Tsadi glanced at the old man while a healer was stitching his arm up.

"They could learn a lesson from you about dealing with physical pain." Daleth stood up.

"They could. But they wouldn't have the patience like I did when I went through my training."

"True. Take care, Tsadi. I'm going to aid the healers." Tsadi nodded as Daleth left. He looked up to the mountain the crystal was kept on. A violent storm was forming around it and he had a horrible feeling this was only the beginning of something far worse.

[eyeballsoup7310]

In my mind Rachel was kind of like Jane prentiss. She could always feel the buzzing, the itching, the crawling in the shadows. When she would walk home she fought off the urge to stray from the path, to dive into the bayou, to let the trees swallow her. The spider web in the corner of her room grew steadily larger as she stared blearily at it at night. Both her nightmares and her dreams were filled with softly spoken webs, with loneliness despite the millions that surrounded her. She could see cities fall under the feet of restless children on the playground and not-quite-literally felt their pain as her friends dragged her away. She saw the ants get crushed under dominoes during family game night. Her brother and his friends found a dead animal in the woods behind the house once, they brought her with them to check it out. It was covered in maggots, in rot and decay and countless flies. She wanted to stay by them and watch those others eat, but her mom waved her home so she left them alone to feast on the rotted flesh.

She did so good, she thought, of staying away from the bayou. Of avoiding the call of the corrupted. But one day she was left alone — an accident, her parents would later tell the police — and there was no one to drag her away. The call lead her outside, out to the bayou. Where no one would see her, and certainly no one would search for her, and the insects could perch on her waterlogged corpse easily. Rachel Rand never left the bayou once she stepped in. After all, nobody was there to pull her out.

[colorfuldream]

Watched a really nice video about Island of the Slaughtered and in order to free my mind from it, I'll rant about it and give some headcanons

TRIGGER WARNING for death, torture, ghosts/malevolent spirits, light SA mention/talk at the very end (it'll be in bold to be easier to notice! It starts after "Based on your thoughts about Heather, the text will take on new meanings yet work").

So, it's rare for writing to scare me. However, for some reason, this did give me a fright. Maybe the way the YouTuber read it, or perhaps the music and ambiance he added, is why I was hyper-vigilant while showering but the concept itself is terrifying when you think about it. 15 people died! You'd think that the kill count would stop, that they would survive for longer, but they don't. Even smart or athletic characters get caught... And for the dumbest reasons. Exactly like teenagers. They all make mistakes yet, somehow, this is barely their fault. They couldn't have planned it. They couldn't have known. The killer is almost omnipotent, it's like they can smell whenever there's an opportunity. They don't seize the simple moments of weakness (like how they didn't keep watch or, at least, only had one person which is exactly how Harold managed to sneak out and get killed), they wait until they can get that perfect chase or opportunity to torture the campers.

I feel like the sheer number of victims is what gets me. It's so easy to assume that they're all competent enough to survive a little longer. What makes it hit harder is that the last footage of those poor teens is the beginning of TTI up to Ezekiel's death. Imagine seeing the beginning of a horror movie composed of your loved ones and not knowing how it ended or, worse, learning that they were a victim, brutally killed, and you can't even have the body back. A whole month. That's how long it took for someone to go help them. Everyone knew. And no one did anything. Fucking Chris McLean ended up doing it. The same man who abandoned them, got them into this mess, and refused to say where the island was located.

Now, some headcanons before I overthink two of the deaths:

The canon serial killer and the one in this AU cohabit in the island. Maybe on good terms too. Our buddy with the hook and the chainsaw is just chilling, maybe helping out a little his mate, but enjoying the show. The chainsaw used for Heather might even be his! What a good pal.

The ghosts see each other as they were before their deaths. Be it that they're imagining it or that they can manifest a not-scary look. Owen and Geoff are forced to stay close but they really don't mind!

They don't really care for Chris's helpers. Sure, they were angry and disliked them, throughoutly tormenting them, but they weren't the target. They likely could have killed them, as the helpers probably accidentally broke some rules, but they were pawns to torment and scare Chris further. At some point, they begin to leave them alone as they realize that the helpers are their age... They're like them. Chris brought two more teenagers on an island with a serial killer, a monster who dismembered Ezekiel, with no experience and no actual weapons. Fuck, they're normal teens. What are they doing here?! This just angered the ghosts even more and cemented their desire to take revenge against Chris.

As long as Chris doesn't realize that he broke some rules, they let it go. Those are only here to scare him and make him squirm. To make him know that they're here at all times, watching, waiting for him to slip, loathing him.

While it's canon that the ghosts are fine with the survivors unless you've slighted them, they won't impose their rules and haunt you. They'll maybe taunt you and be here, reminding you that they died partly because of you, but they won't do much. For example, Trent will simply check in on Gwen. Her guilt is already enough and he doesn't have it in him to cause her more remorse. However, the sound of his voice as he sings into the night, kills her inside. He doesn't mean to but she's being eaten alive at not being able to get him out —even though she would have died with him if she stayed or manager to free him and they both know it. Noah, on the other hand, will glare at Duncan and make snippy remarks whenever he's trying to give out instructions. He'll question his choices and at every hint of annoyance, simply raise an eyebrow and in his classic tone say "really?" which guilts Duncan enough for his taste. He also chirps in when Duncan inevitably realizes that he was right about some of the directions, the bitter realization that they were both wrong and right about some things, that this was a misunderstanding and they were both too stubborn to work it out, that Noah could have survived if he hadn't been a jerk. All Noah had to say was "told you so" and Duncan would dig his nails into his palms at the cruelty he had displayed.

The reason why the ghosts didn't get the killer immediately is because they didn't know the limits to their powers and they were scared. Simple as that.

To add onto that, they used Chris as bait to make sure everyone else got out safe. They made Chris's death longer and more painful than anything they had gone through before immediately killing the murderer. That or they then tormented them until they died, either of natural causes or of fright.

Time for me to overthink two of the deaths!

My choice is Ezekiel and Heather. Ironically, they're the beginning and the end, both pictured as innocent and young.

Quick note for both of them but the ghosts may look like that because that was their last state as living. Yeah, I'm implying that they were dismembered alive.

Ezekiel:

I LOVE the writing for his discovery. It comes across as child-like, even when it comes to his corpse. You could say I love it to bits.

It's easy to forget that he was a sheltered kid after everything that happened in the canon. Here, he's portrayed as sweet and so, so much like a child. Someone who didn't deserve it.

He was an easy target. He might not even have noticed that anything was amiss until it was too late.

It would take time to find every part of his body. Did the crew search for him before setting off? I doubt it. They likely put things together quick and bailed, never finding his every piece.

A small detail that came up was that the hole Katie hid in might have been the one where his arm was. I like to think it was and she had to bite back her scream. The killer could have thought that they didn't need to search for her, she'd abandon her friend and get back to safety or if she didn't, she'd have screamed her head off at finding a rotting arm as she tried to hide.

His rule is the most interesting part to me. Chris will have to search for his body once but then he will simply have to run to them every time afterwards... And that's the last thing you want to do when there's a killer on the loose! It's also very, very fun for a video game. All the rules are! The art not being too scary either would make it very good. Anyhow!

If Chris needs to bring them back together, it's even more horrifying. Would he need to carry them with him in case Ezekiel wants to bother him? Do they go back to their original places and he needs to do everything every time?

Picture his voice. It isn't scary. Yet it would make it so much more eerie and unsettling. While true for every victim, his ghost doesn't even look scary. Again, it's child-like. And with everything else, it makes a wonderful picture.

Heather:

I love EVERYTHING about this one. The reference, the call backs to the canon... The writing!

I'll keep the latter for the end as it will tackle more sensitive content.

God, the way she's the last warning. Threatening. Vengeful. Exactly how she was in canon and how Chris perceived her.

The fact that she was found by the two most important people to her character! Iirc, Gwen found her head which is a shame since it's a reference to when Leshawna (sorry for the spelling guys) stuck her inside of the fridge.

The way she was grabbed by her ponytail! It's the way she wore her hair in latter seasons.

Off with her head for the queen bee. The stereotypical mean, popular girl.

Now for the writing: This was a straight-up call-out to her haters. I LOVE LOVE LOVE the way it directly calls Chris, and us, out. She was a kid. She was terrified, begging, small and alone as she was killed. It makes sure we get that. We know her as a mean girl but she was a girl. She didn't deserve it. The way her suffering was highlighted, showing that she was crying like a young kid, compared to the others' was well-written and hit harder than the rest. It can even imply that Heather pretended to be meaner than she was for the show. It's a valid theory for the canon, she was cunning and she knew it made her memorable. But that meant that Chris truly thought she was. Based on your thoughts about Heather, the text will take on new meanings yet work.

Last trigger warning for SA:

"She was pretty". Amazing. Perfect. That, by itself, tells me that the creator is a very good writer and knows how horror works.

Listen. Listen up well. The SA headcanon isn't bad. Is it gross? Yes. The entire AU is. SA is. However, we've grown desensitized to murder and gore. Not SA. It still feels horrible and outrageous. That's why it works and makes for good horror. BUT! The thing is not to overdo it. Not say too much, not use it too much. Especially not as a fetish.

Here, it's done perfectly. Yes, she's a minor. They all are and most got brutally murdered. So a creepy murderer isn't that bad.

The implications that he kept her head because he found her pretty are amazing. It makes her fate so much more tragic. It brings a new level of cruelty and disgusting to her death. We know that he doesn't have pure intentions. Just staring at her frozen head is horrible enough. We know the way he looks at her, how he sees her. It also raises the question why. Why her? Canonically, most of the girls are pretty. Lindsey, in particular, was the most beautiful. Was it because Heather cried and begged? Was it because he had disfigured the others before he could notice their looks? Is it because he found that "submitting her" made her better? (Which is incidentally a real thought process r*p*sts have. Some like to bring some people down a peg by doing those awful things, hating how they felt inferior because their poor victims didn't look at them or at the world "right".)

It's a real question and worry that this simple like brings. It brings a real, scary subject we aren't desensitized to just yet into this and enhances the horror. It doesn't say too much, it isn't insensitive. We won't ever know what the killer would/will do. We just know he's a vile piece of shit on every level.

It's also a huge contrast to how child-like Heather was described as and how it was hammered into our heads. It's said so simply, almost like another child would say. "Oh she's pretty". It isn't said in a gross way! That's very good writing. It keeps the same tone. It's almost eerie with how simple and factual it is.

That headcanon exists (and might be popular, I don't look at the fandom) because the line and implications are there. Horror should make you uncomfortable and that's what this does. Of course, personally, I wouldn't say the killer did anything. But, he might have planned to. He might have after the body was discovered. It wasn't like the campers had the time to bury their friends or would fathom that this monster thought Heather was pretty.

It all depends on the delivery and of course some edgelords will be insensitive and approach it terribly. I think the actual AU did it exactly how it should be done.

The entire Heather section was done as best as it could ever be.

[swantics-swordloop]

[RESULT: Check on Rocket.] <Sword's stomach churned, seeing him in such a state, but he swallowed his nausea back the best he could, and slowly made his way over.> <He grimaced, hesitantly reaching out a hand to touch Rocket's shoulder - but he pulled it back 10x quicker than he reached out, upon feeling just how cold he was.> <Why was he surprised by that? Why was he surprised that Rocket - a piece of his own launcher having nearly beheaded him, practically missing the lower half of both of his arms, and his only visible eye being so empty - why was he surprised he was so cold? Why was he surprised he was-> <Sword suddenly jolted, turning and almost doubling over after completely emptying the contents of his stomach. at the very least, he didn't throw up on the already fucked-up, mangled corpse of his own friend.>

[xputting-my-pieces-togetherx]

Ren knew this dark entity was too much for him and Aro

If there was a way for Aro to be safe he would summon all the power he can manage just so his best friend can have a chance at life. he will take it, he’s got this.

He knows the risk of becoming drunk in Holy Power, they warned him it could be too much and kill him. Ren was strong, he was the strongest human-nephilim in the realm, but uncertainty made him waver.

The dark Entity was now the form of a titan of old, at least 2 stories high and a level S.

It was feeding off a tragedy that happened nearby. It was the cause…

Aro moved from the rubble next to him. “Ren we have to call for backup… this.. thing is too much and too many people have suffered..”

Ren heard the screams of people and other nephilims fighting in the distance “Sadly we are the back up until Andros gets here..” he helped Aro get up and gave him a stern look “ I’m going to do it.”

“Are you fucking for reals. YOU CANT! YOU WILL DIE!”

“We are dead anyway. Look I will give you 10 seconds to run-“

“NO. I WONT LEAVE-“

“YOU HAVE TO!” The moment that sentence left his mouth the entity striked. Ren let his guard down and the entity got the best of him. He was sent flying.

“REN!!”

Aro fought with all his might but he could feel the negative energy he was feeling being absorbed by the entity. It thrives on it. It laughed in ecstasy from their despair. There were screams and chaos all around them.

It was having a feast.

Aro took a deep breath, he can do this, he has trained all his life for this. To send this things back to the hell the came from. Aro concentrated and his swords danced. He was fast but the entity was faster.

He swung and aimed for the entity’s foot but it evaded and clawed him in the eye.

He yelled.

The pain was too much.

The thing hit his stomach and sent him flying.

Aro wished he could just die. People who he grew up with where dying, and he could do nothing to stop it.. But he got up once more and gave it his all.

He had no other choice, it was in his blood.

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Aro heard light and steady footsteps walking towards to beast, he didn’t turn but he knew it was Ren, he felt the energy he was giving off, and it gave him goosebumps he just hoped Ren is still in one piece after this..

Ren released his limit. He was going to end this thing and send it back to the hell it came from.

(I haven’t been hit with oc inspiration in a while so I too it like a good girl)

[ftl-faster-than-life]

Trick or Treat from the ass slapping skeleton!

You get an Earth X Fixit fic.

Eobard is many things, but he's no Nazi.

"Oh, one...small, change of plans." His hand vibrated, and quicker than either the Fuhrer or Overgirl could react, he thrust the blade of it through her chest. The alien heaved up, but it was a death-throe: Those wide, blue eyes were already staring sightless at the red sun lamp. Eobard withdrew his hand slowly, turning with a small smile towards the archer. The red-clad Oliver Queen seemed stunned, his stare fixed on his General.

"I should have told you...I don't--" In a burst of speed, he crossed the distance between them, grabbing Queen's arm before the Fuhrer could nock an arrow, "--take well to being ordered around by Nazis. Thanks for your help, I couldn't have trapped the Flash without your goose-stepping army of mindless idiots. But unfortunately for you, this is where we part ways." Eobard took a moment to enjoy the rage, the grief, the betrayal on the dolt's face...and then he drove his vibrating hand through the man's chest, and watched him die. "Really...you should've seen that coming."

Dropping the body on the ground carelessly, he turned his attention on the supine heroine strapped down to the operating table--or, he turned to the table. Blue eyes widened in alarm when he discovered that Supergirl, his prize's most troublesome ally, was there no longer. The evil speedster tore through STAR Labs like a whirlwind, and found nothing. Gritting his teeth in a wordless snarl, Eobard reconsidered his plans. He'd meant to eliminate Kara while she was vulnerable, in that rapidly closing window of opportunity when the red sun radiation left her as mortal as anyone else. With her out of the way, he had no doubt of his ability to keep STAR Labs in his control... and with it, his captive.

[eyesforahead]

It only last for a second

Note: Warning for normal FNAF stuff.Evan (C.C) is Alive. Michael is ten. Elizabeth and Evan (C.C) are twins and are 5 yet Elizabeth was born first so technically she's the oldest by a minute.

(This one recommends listening to this music while reading)

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Michael closes his eyes tight in the car trying to ignore Elizabeth's wining on why she can't see Circus Baby.

Elizabeth has been pestering their father on going to Circus Baby's pizza world to see Circus Baby and now they're finally going. Evan his annoying always crying brother is at Charlie's since he didn't want to come. Michael didn't want to either yet his father insisted to go so he can watch the whining brat.

"But daddy,why? She's so pretty! Didn't you make her just for me?" She says from the seat next to him. He wishes she would just shut up.

He hears father take a deep frustrated breath in.

"Fine, ONLY if you aren't alone go when the other children are!" He grumbles tightening his hand against the staring wheel.

"Michael, make sure she isn't alone" he says

He just huffs and looks at the window.

"Michael" his father says again

Annoyed he says whatever and his father stays silent.

After another ten minute's they finally arrive.

His father immediately goes to his office as usual while his sister goes to circus baby's auditorium.

He notices other children going in Circus Baby's room so he doesn't worry.

He walks to the arcade room and plays for the next ten minute's before going to check on Elizabeth.

He enters the room which holds Elizabeth's idol. Circus baby.

The first thing he notices is, is that he's alone.

Elizabeth listened not to stay with her alone as he was about to leave The FunTime Animatronic starts.

She looks at him and from her stomach a claw come's out with white ice-cream he guesses it's Vanilla Flavoured. The claw wasn't long he has to go on the stage if he wants the Ice-cream.

At that moment his stomach gurgles he hadn't eaten anything for four hour's and he didn't feel like eating Pizza.

Ice-cream it is then.

He goes closer and reaches for the Ice-cream.

The Ice-cream falls and the claw grabs him before he can blink.

The claw digging into his waist so tight he bleeds he screams and cries that he's certain can't be heard with how loud the music is in the background. It only last for a second and only a second becouse the next thing he's pulled in Circus Baby's chest cavity.

The only evidence that someone was there was the Ice-cream melted on the floor.

Elizabeth hears her father call for her she huffs and leaves her friends she made when she was looking at Circus baby.

Windy a girl a year older than her dragged her from Circus Baby's room to follow her to Ballora's dance stage she wanted to watch Circus baby longer but also didn't want to upset her new friend so she reluctantly left.

She says a quick goodbye and gives a hug to Windy and leaves to go to her father who's waiting near the exit door.

She notices her brother was not there which wasn't unusual but was not common either. She didn't worry.

"Daddy, where's Mickey?" She asks with a tilt of her head.

He sighs and tells her to wait there to search for him.

They left without him.

He had grabbed her arm and left he wouldn't answer her were her brother was.

'Daddy's eye's are red and he looks more pale than usual,is he sick?' She wonder's unknown to what her father had saw.

Elizabeth concludes that her brother probably left to stay with a friend, he often does that.

Elizabeth nods to herself and she promise's herself she'll draw him a good drawing of her and Evan hugging him as a thank you for coming with her even though he didn't stay. He may act like he hates when she draws him being hugged but she once saw him put her drawings and even Evan's in his drawer that was next to his bed.

Unknowingly to her that drawing would never be delivered to her brother.

Her brother was not coming back.

Elizabeth from the middle child has became the oldest for her brother will forever be ten.

Her father would say that Michael went missing however far into the future she would say he was killed by her father's cursed creations. That's in the future for now she'll believe he went missing and she'll cry. She'll swear to be the best detective in the future and figure out what happened to her brother and make sure this doesn't happen to others. In the future she would not become a detective but a night guard. This job would lead to her death. Her inside's scooped by her own brother.

She doesn't blame him but she'll blame the father she looked up to so much.

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Everyone I have posted this oneshot (this chapter is on ao3) on ao3 and added more (C.C's death is now Michael's) here is the user so feel free to go read it! Elijah_Ezra

[i-am-literal-nightmare-fuel]

(Tagging @yourfavoritecultist because you love my OC lore, so here you go, dude.)

Aether was proven to be immortal, she would never die and her sickness would never ail her.

she was sick, everyone knew that, her skin grew flowers that she could only tear from her skin and when she did, the skin turned a dark grey, eventually rotting. A distraction from how it ruined her heart.

but, Carlos had seen to never letting this happen, making Lucifer and his son swear to keep her alive, the deal he made that went awry.

following Carlos’ fall from grace, Aether was reportedly (from family,) becoming more and more tired as the days went by, she’d get light headed and faint during shifts and was forced not to work, this continued for 4 years. After Blythe lost her leg, nobody really saw Aether.

she passed the following year.

immortality.

[kassil]

Callsign: Archon

Chapter One, Part Four

Consciousness trickled in slowly, buoying Julie upward from a deep, nearly dreamless sleep toward the waking world. Along the way, snippets of dream and memory fluttered around her like cleaning drones agitated by someone flipping on a light off-cycle. Voices, some deeply familiar, some all but new, murmuring in a cascade. Familiar scents, underlaid by the sharp smell of a ship with heavily refurbished air cleaners (she could fix that pretty easily) seeping in from the waking world.

A memory: Julie, no more than six years old, gawking at a display of a mining mech, her soft little hand holding tight to her mother's fingers as she pointed with the other. "Lookit Mami! Big 'bot! And issa got a person innit!" The entire thing was scaled down, making it seem as if a child could pilot one of the machines. "I wanna ride the 'bot too! Can I ride 'bot?"

On her other side, her mom chuckled quietly, her voice deep - she was one of the station's entertainers, her deep contralto voice and solid pitch affording her a position of being able to make music as her role in society. "Well, if you test well for aptitude, sweetie. So be sure to study and train yourself and maybe you can." Her mother didn't sing anymore; an accident with an environmental system had robbed her of that powerful singing voice, and in the waking world, even with cybernetic replacement of her voicebox, she was relegated to delivering supplies that the robots couldn't be trusted with.

"Now, Julie. We're in public and you're old enough to study for the first aptitudes. Proper speech, sweetie." Her mother was gentle with the chiding, but Julie still shrank a little; her mom thought the baby talk was endearing, and had let her keep using it long after her mother had started trying to correct her speech patterns to standard, for fear of it interfering with her aptitude tests.

"Sorry, mother. I got…" She focused, searching her young mind for the word, before perking up. "Excited! It's big and it looks fun to be in there." She had no idea why you might sit inside a giant robot that looked like it could smash through walls and stomp down the enforcement officers, but she knew with all her young heart that she wanted to do it.

"Well, dear, if you test well they might assign you to it, but it's not a very fun job that they do and they work very long shifts. That's a miner's mech. They're stuck down on Ventra, digging up the ores and minerals to be shipped up for all of us to make things with." Ventra, second planet in the system, a supra-class terrestrial. Julie had tested for ability to tolerate gravity and, not aware that you could train to handle it, had collapsed in moments, breaking her left leg in the process. The memory faded with the low pulse of misery that she'd felt at eight, convinced that she had failed at ever piloting a mech.

Another memory: Fifteen, getting suited into an EVA mech for testing. She'd learned how to train for a variety of gravity environments since that failure, and that had led her to the aptitudes for microgravity mechanical-assist engineering. As the system powered on, she felt a small thrill of glee bubble up from her carefully forgotten childhood - an EVA mech might not be a big robot, but she was still being trusted to pilot one.

"All right, students. Spin is coming to a stop in sixty seconds. Breathing exercises now. Anyone who vomits inside their suit will be the one cleaning it out afterwards." The assessor's voice indicated that she felt certain at least one of them would be tasked with cleanup, and Julie resolved to not be the one doing it.

The loss of gravity was gentle, more a weird sense that the world was moving for a few moments as the spin slowed and stopped; she felt briefly dizzy, but her effort to train paid off as a simple breathing and focus exercise steadied her until her inner ear caught up and her brain recognized the situation. "All right, then, none of you have failed yet, so testing can begin. Engage maglocks, form up in your assigned positions."

Most of the test was routine - show that you could control the machine while maglocked, then disengage the locks and perform a slow, careful circuit. A few of the hopefuls failed at that one and were retrieved after they started to panic, microgravity flight overwhelming them. It was the unexpected part, two-thirds of the way through the drill, that proved the challenge - a small chunk of debris puncturing a hole in the testing bay, causing an abrupt and violent draft, blaring alarms, and causing everyone to panic.

Nearly everyone, anyway. Julie and two others in the EVA suits were quick enough to identify what was going on, even as the assessor was shouting into the microphone for everyone to evacuate; seeing them moving toward the breach, she signaled them and they dropped into a side band. "We need something we can brace over the hole, these suits don't have a full kit."

Suit 3C just blipped a green affirmative and tagged a heavy row of lockers on the positioning system. 6D also blipped a green affirmative, but the channel popped open briefly. "It needs more than one of us to move it. 2F, 3C, can you two carry it? My suit's leg was struck by the others, the right actuator and positioning jet is damaged. I can move to trim inward damage for a better fit."

Julie thumbed her own affirmative, and joined 3C in wrestling the bulky lockers toward the hole - in microgravity, with the air rushing out, it was more a matter of keeping it oriented and not pushing it too much - as 6D activated the EVA suit's cutting laser and began to trim pieces loose, carefully collecting each cut portion and stowing it to a magnetic clamp.

The three of them managed to get the lockers in place and jointly performed a patch weld, sealing it off and double-checking each others' work; they'd just switched back to the main channel and notified the assessor that the bay was safe to reopen when 6D simply stopped moving. "Mm. Apologies, I think more than just the suit leg was damaged."

The recruit, Julie learned afterwards, had been slowly bleeding out inside the suit for the entire period of work, adrenaline leaving her unaware of the injury. She might have been saved, if the assessor had promptly signaled for medical, but the EVA suits couldn't patch through to the main system and she had decided to inspect the patch in the nearly airless environment, ignoring the frantic motions of the two still-active EVA mechs to try to signal what was happening.

The funeral was when Julie decided to try to leave when she got a chance; the pale and pretty person who had helped handle a crisis, eyes closed and expression serene, for their family and friends - and two fellow students who had only known them for that one crisis - to mourn over before their entire existence was recycled for the good of society. Julie hadn't even gotten to learn their name before they were gone, and had been shipped off for training as a neutrino telescope technician before she could ask those who had known them.

Three and a half years later, she opened her eyes to look up at an unfamiliar room, a bubbling mix of childlike glee, fresh sorrow for her unknown fellow student, and abject relief to be escaping.

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