#duskwood richy x reader

[alessiathepirate]

Duskwood

PAST 2 A.M.: Richy Roger x fem!reader

Summary: "Can you please talk to me til I fall asleep? I don't want to be like, alone alone you know."

Notes: English isn't my first language. I apologize for any mistake I may have made while I wrote this short story.

So... Moonvale didn't really catch me - not like Duskwood did the very first time I played it. I decided to replay Duskwood once again and thought: why not give the characters some appreciation on Tumblr as well?

I hope you'll enjoy it :)

Warnings: SPOILERS! (please finish the game before reading), swearing

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Hey!

I can see that you're awake too.

Richy looked at the screen of his phone and frowned. Of course he was awake! All those things about the Man Without a Face were keeping him up at night, not being able to fall asleep.

His mind was going and going, the cogs in his brain turning.

But what could she want? It was late, way past 2 a.m.. At the very least she should be asleep.

Haha, you got me!

I can't really fall asleep now.

Yeah. I get it.

There's just too much on my mind right now.

Well, it wasn't surprising.

She was pulled into this mess and until a few days ago she had no idea whatsoever who they were. She was also empathetic - he liked that about her a lot. And because of that she felt useless - she was far away, unable to help.

You and me both.

But are you okay?

Dumb question, but still... he wanted to know.

He liked her. Liked her a lot.

And although it was absolutely neccessary to mess with her too, to try and keep her away, he sometimes - everytime - felt bad about doing so.

I don't know. Maybe?

Not really?

I'm worried about Jessy.

Richy swallowed, glad that they were only texting. Otherwise he would've been caught red handed.

He had to do that too. But it wasn't anything serious. He didn't want to hurt Jessy. He made sure she was okay.

I know. I am worried too. But Jessy's strong. She'll pull herself through this.

And then we can all go and kick that Man's ass.

Richy chuckled. A hint of nervousness was in his voice.

Well said.

So...

So what?

You sure you're not in love with her?

With Jessy I mean.

Richy grinned, blush painting his cheeks red.

No, of course not.

Jessy was a great friend and a nice girl, although sometimes a way too distracted employee, but still-- she was just a friend.

The question made him smile, suddenly all his worries forgotten. It was cute - the uncertainity.

Sometimes he wondered if she had someone else too.

Umm...

Yeah. I'm pretty sure.

Like very sure.

Alright then.

So...

What about you?

What about me?

Are you in love? With anyone I mean.

Richy looked at the three dots and small pencil in the left corner. He'll know. He'll know the answer soon.

No. I'm not.

Single life's great, isn't it?

Richy laughed.

Yeah it is.

Her being free of any romantic emotion for anyone gave him hope. Maybe... Maybe if he cleans this mess up, he'll have a chance.

So... I kinda wanted to ask for a favor.

Richy raised one of his eyebrows.

A favor? Past 2 a.m.? What kind?

Sure. What can I do for you?

Can I call you?

Richy felt his heartbeat quicken, his pulse jumping up and down.

Call him?

Is everything okay?

Yeah, I just...

Can you please talk to me til I fall asleep?

I don't want to be like, alone alone you know.

Richy looked at the screen in disbelief.

She trusted him that much. She liked him that much.

For a while he didn't know what to type.

Are you still here?

Shit...

Yes. Sorry I'm here. I just don't even know what to say...

Why me?

The three dots with the pencil appeared again - then disappeared. It happened once again, and then her answer finally appeared on the screen.

I like you.

I mean a lot.

It's okay if you don't want to I just don't want to be completely alone right now.

Texting is just fine too.

The messages had appeared quickly, one after the other. She must've been nervous. It wouldn't have been surprising - this call would be more... personal. More of a personal need than anything else.

Instead of answering, Richy simply just called her.

And she picked up - after swallowing down a tiny heart attack.

"Hi..." she whispered, her voice hoarse and tired.

It must've sounded hoarse. She knew she cried a lot after what had happened to Jessy, and she haven't really found her voice since then.

"Hi." Richy didn't sound nervous or stressed at all - tired, maybe. Tired a whole lot. "Is everything okay?"

"Better now." she smiled although she knew he couldn't see it. "I just needed someone to get my mind off things."

"I'm happy to help." she could hear the smile in his voice.

"Thank you, Richy. Really..." she pulled the covers up, hiding her whole body from the cold room. Even though the room was still dark and cold, it wasn't that lonely anymore.

"No problem." silence wanted to settle in, but Richy stopped it just in time. "So... this club of ours isn't too fun when we can't sleep at night, huh?"

She chuckled. She hoped he heard it.

"No, definitely not. But at the very least we are in the same boat."

"Well said."

She closed her eyes for a second, then opened them again. The world seemed to finally slow down, her mind got quieter - she felt the sleepiness in her eyes.

"Tell me something. Something fun. Like when you told me about the dare-house." she asked and then got quiet as she waited for an answer.

"Well, there was this one time when Dan got a job at the florist'..." Richy began and she let out a chuckle.

"Jessy already mentioned this one." she confessed.

"Did she tell you what we did after we found out?" he asked.

She could clearly hear that he was surpressing a laugh.

"Not really..."

"We decided to order this very big bouquet, full of roses and everything. We made him write 'To my bestest friends' with a heart on it. He didn't know we were the ones who ordered it of course, so when all of us turned up there for it he was really surprised."

She giggled.

"Poor guy. Was he mad?"

"Upset is a better word for it." he laughed too.

"Upset?"

"Well he might've thrown us out of there..."

She turned to rest on her back as she giggled, imagining the whole scene play out. All of them standing there - the whole group including Hannah too...

Hannah.

They have to find Hannah. They have to make the culprit pay. Especially after what he did to Jessy.

Richy was suddenly saying her name. He must've noticed how quiet she became.

"Sorry, I just... got distracted."

"The bad kind?"

She sighed.

How does he always know?

"The bad kind." she explained. "Just... take care of yourselves, okay? Especially you and Jessy, now that she was attacked and you were marked."

"We'll look out for ourselves, don't worry."

His voice was strange. She could hear something in it. Something what wasn't like him at all. There was no joy in it, no joke in it. It was completely serious - the very bad kind of serious.

But before she had a chance to question it, Richy spoke up again.

"But you have to look out for yourself too. Jessy would want that, wouldn't she?"

Damn, he knew how to get her to do what was good for everyone.

"She'd want me to have a good night's sleep." she agreed. "But she'd want the same for you as well."

It was quiet for a while again.

Then ignoring the serious topics they began to talk about, Richy continued to talk about different things that had happened to them, long before Hannah disappeared.

He told her how Cleo messed up her pyramid cake once so almost everyone in the group got food poisoning... How Richy accidentally scratched a client's car... How Hannah once poured a whole bottle of beer onto someone at the Aurora... How Thomas once got so drunk that he forgot Hannah was his girlfriend and started to cry when she told him she wasn't single... Or how Jessy once made them have a horror movie marathon, even though Lilly wasn't the biggest fan of it.

She sometimes laughed or smiled.

And after a while she got too tired to answer.

Some time ago her eyes closed and she fell asleep, completely oblivious to the fact that Richy finished his last story and chose to not say anything else. He continued to listen to her breathing, waiting patiently.

Then after some time, after he was sure she was asleep - that she won't wake up anytime soon, he said:

"I'm so sorry, MC. But I have to finish this now."

His voice was full of guilt.

He felt guilty.

He felt every ounce of hope disappear.

He won't have a chance to make everything better.

Then the call ended...

[ki-irke]

☆ Duskwood Masterlist ☆

☆ JAKE

☆ RICHY

☆ JESSY

[hacked-by-jake]

𝗗𝗪 𝗕𝗼𝘆𝘀 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗰𝗰𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗰𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺 "𝗕𝗮𝗯𝗲"

Characters: Jake, Richy, Dan, Thomas, Phil, Alan

Warnings: None, I guess. Phil got slightly suggestive but it's Phil so. Oh, and no beta read.

A/n: Hey, look what this is. A little, silly, headcanon thingy. What can I say? No idea how I came up with it. But I was bored. Don't expect too much. It's small and it's silly, as I said. Hope you like it anyway. 💚

𝗝𝗔𝗞𝗘

Oh boy, he would freeze on the spot and be unable to move.

He would stare at the table as if he could set it on fire with his eyes. Although he has clearly heard the nickname, his mind needs a few more moments until it has seeped through every cell of his body and the real meaning breaks over him.

You could swear the man is starting to shake with tension.

He is completely shocked that you give someone like him a pet name and indirectly express your feelings for him.

On the inside he explodes with joy and in his imagination a tear rolls over his cheek which he holds back in reality with everything he has.

Either way, he would be absolutely powerless against the crooked grin which is slowly creeping over his lips, so he does nothing but let it happen.

He has clenched his hands into fists and his cheeks turn slightly red in embarrassment but he has to hear it again.

"Can you repeat it?" he would whisper with broken voice.

You would of course repeat it and it would burn into his memory and he is one hundred percent sure that this is the most beautiful thing he has ever heard.

If possible his love for you would increases even further and if you would ask him right now to commit a murder for you then he would only ask which weapon you want him to use.

If he were to stand, his knees would probably give in and he would collapse.

He’s completely at your mercy.

𝗥𝗜𝗖𝗛𝗬

Pah, the hyperactive rubber ball would lose all composure.

He would look at you with the widest grin and you would be worried that his cheeks would tear open as much as he smiles at you.

He would wrap his arms around you to pull you happily in for a hug. Probably the hug is a little too tight.

He would kiss your forehead and then rattle down all the pet names he can think of to test what would be the best name for you and how it feels to pronounce it.

He would continue without interruption throughout the entire day.

𝗗𝗔𝗡

Pff, Dan is a macho.

That man would immediately start grinning like the greatest charmer and would tease you with it.

"Well, see, see, babe it is now, huh? Took long enough. But I’ve known for a very long time that you call me that every night in your dreams, I mean, how could you not"

He would smirk sinfully before placing his arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer to kiss you.

Then he would whisper "I love you too, babe" against your lips.

𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗠𝗔𝗦

What should happen? The guy’s a puppy through and through.

He would look at you like he was your pet and you just showed him his favorite little toy and he would be waiting for you to finally throw it so he can bring it back to you happily.

You can swear that you see his eyes getting a little wetter but he would say "I have something in my eye" to distract but you know of course that it’s just an excuse and would have to grin about it.

He would kiss you gently and tell you how much he loves you, of course not without also using a pet name for you.

In his head, however, he already plans that you both move into an apartment together, how you get married and have children and lead the happiest life until the end of your life.

𝗔𝗟𝗔𝗡

First of all, he would warn you and ask you how many times he has told you not to use his police radio at home to "call" him. He has a private phone with which you can make calls very well.

But then he would have to concentrate completely on not grinning broadly and would tell you that in his lunch break would come home so that you can continue talking there.

The rest of the shift he’d be a little grinning idiot no matter what case he’s working on.

After he came home, he would wink at you and confess how much he enjoyed you calling him that and telling you to always call him that.

Of course, you will do it with utmost pleasure. Of course, you'll be using the police radio.

𝗣𝗛𝗜𝗟

He would smile cheekily and answer you. But of course not without using the same pet name at the end of his sentence and emphasizing it extra strongly.

He would stop cleaning the bar to come around the counter grab you by your hips.

Of course he would kiss you and then whisper in your ear.

"Babe? That’s fucking hot, I think I can go home earlier tonight, the others can do the rest on their own. We should go home urgently."

It's obvious that he would wink at you.

[yubiina]

The long awaited Duskwood x Moonvale trailer is FINALLY DONE. I'm sorry it took me long it was so hard finding the right clips that set the mood for the type of edit I wanted I got completely blocked at some point 🧍‍♀️

(Also want to mention none of these clips and music is originally mine, all except Jake's voicemail. Please don't chare on any other platforms other than on tumblr without ny permission, thank u <3)

Enjoy! ♡

(I recommend u wear earphones for the best experience)

[reality-exodus]

BROKEN PROMISES

CH.2 a way out

Pairing: Jake Donfor x reader

Words: 1.5k

Check out the first chapter on my masterlist

It was over I pondered; this would be my end. The feeling of helplessness seemed to swallow my being, thankfully the common sense was slowly rising from the ocean of the panic that almost dominated my head. Michael Hanson was injured, shot two times by Dan. I stretch my back and I felt the figure behind me disorientating lightly, so I shoved my elbow to his side and I heard a groan and the grip around my neck loosened and I seized the opportunity to stepped away. I saw the man with the mask, it was loose over his head.

He only stared at me and I found myself taking steps backwards, away from him, he didn't react, he only sighed and slowly brought his hand in the back of his neck and gently started to remove the mask. I couldn't believe my eyes as the mask fell to the ground, the man without a face had two faces apparently...

"No" I breathed out.

"I am sorry Nellie" he mumbled and didn't attempt to move.

"You... You are sorry? This is all you have to say?" I yelled at him, I felt tears, I didn't know if it was from anger because I was outsmarted and played, from the betrayal I felt or the hurt... It was Richy, the person who was supposingly helped us get the legend, helped the rest hide. He attacked Jessy, twice... The person he was 'in love' with.

"You were right you know... About everything" He started off ignoring everything I was saying. "About everything pretty much, But you missed one thing. There were three people that night" He started saying and he slowly broke down as he narrated everything he did the past weeks, how he was with the girls the night of the accident, and how he lured Hannah to the Hanson residence. I was left looking at him, speechless. He didn't say anything, he couldn't.

His phone suddenly started to ring. I saw Jessy's picture. "I'd like to see how you will tell her. She was shattered when I told her what I saw happen to you..." I spoke.

"Leave" He stated and I laughed lightly at his demanding tone that seemed to be confident enough. "I was serious about the explosives you know..." he spoke and it felt like a punch in the throat. Jake, I had to reach him first, how could I forget him.

"One last thing..." I spoke "Why my number? Why me?" I asked loudly and he simply shook his head.

His gaze blank as he looked at me, his black eyes weren't cheerful and sweet as the way I had met him, he was dark now. He didn't speak, I walked towards him and pushed him. He took out a knife and placed it under my chin and I stayed still. "I wouldn't waste the few minutes I have left MC" He spoke and once he removed the knife from my neck, I took some steps backwards before finally running off that specific tunnel. I got notification on my phone, to join in Richy and Jessy's call. I was sad, she was crying hysterically her sobs echoing in my head. She definitely didn't deserve this, the hurt in her voice when she realized he marked her and attacked her, I was listening to them as I called Jake's name.

'Who else did you tell about the mine?' Alan asked through a text message. He hadn't realize where I was.

'Why do you ask?' I texted and paused, it sounded important and maybe if I moved the reception would be lost again.

'The FBI just arrived, and I do not think it is for Mrs. Donford...' he replied and I panicked.

"Shit shit shit" I repeated "Jake?" I yelled and texted him as well. My voice echoed as I decided to call him. It was the first time I did so, the circumstances didn't allow the butterflies to fly around, even though I had to admit there were plenty hints of enthusiasm and happiness despite the sticky situation we found ourselves into. A few seconds later I heard the Nokia 2000s ringtone, I couldn't help but giggle. My heart was beating fast and for several seconds I forgot about the explosives and the FBI. He was behind me.

I finished the call without turning around.

"Nellie" spoke Jake, his voice calm but shaky, echoing at the dark alley.

I slowly turned around and faced him, he looked oddly like Hannah in many ways but he also didn't. He was wearing a black hoodie with a star wars emblem and a jacket, I scanned his appearance unintentionally, I only had to take in his vision. He had brown hair, messy.

"What are you doing here? Nellie you said-." He begun to preach me and I simply run and wrapped my arms around his neck only to realize how much taller than me he actually is and more fit than his looks. I could tell he was caught off guard, he slowly wrapped his arms around me and held me close for some moments before a buzz on my phone struck me back on reality.

I pulled away. "Well, there's shitty signal. And I really had to talk to you... for several things that tend to get higher on the number each time I have a notification." I spoke and I saw his confused gaze at me as I was staring up at him. "First things first... Hannah is safe, out of here with Bloomgate." I announced and I saw the relief upon his features and I smiled at him.

"She is safe?" He asked and his voice was bass but soothing. "How about Richy?" Jake asked. I clenched my jaw, he slowly brought his hand on my chin wiping some blood. "You encountered Michael" He realized. "I came here, so I would keep you safe Nellie, so you wouldn't have to undergo even more danger. I can't have you running mindlessly into jeopardy." He spoke and I rolled my eyes. It felt oddly familiar.

"Michael is indeed dead, Richy is behind everything you know. But this doesn't really matter now does it? I mean, Friendly Bureau of Information is here and Richy also mentioned some explosives... and something about only a few minutes. So we can run so you can preach me about my carelessness and thank me about saving your life." I smiled, seeing his struggle to catch up with my sassy babbling, it was oddly satisfying

"We need to get out" Jake spoke and took my hand.

"You think?" I asked as I ran beside him holding his hand just as tight. "FYI we don't have to worry about Richy and Bloomgate" I smiled lightly.

"Oh I only have one fear right now. Trust me it neither of those." He said.

"Care to share your fears Jake?" I panted lightly as he paused the run abruptly looking at his map and I stumbled on his back before stopping myself.

"Left to the shafts." He spoke and took my hand again. "Getting you out of here. I offered to come so you would be safe." Stated Jake. His thoughts were stuck on getting me out of there and to be honest I do not know if this angered me or had me melt.

"Let's just say that I always am a step ahead of you." Said I and winked. I could tell he was mad despite his smile at my expression.

"Of course." He spoke and looked at me with maintaining his smile. Once his gaze was removed his jaw clenched.

We were running, our pants echoing in the narrow tunnels. His flashlight finally reached the ladder when massive sound was heard. I paused and looked behind us to see the rocks falling and a wave of fire approaching. The whole mine shook and we started running from the inevitable. Jake was holding my hand so tight, I felt that he would smash it.  

A/N: Hey there readers thank you for reaching this point. I hope you liked the chapter, there will be more soon. I always appreciate comments (or dms if you are too shy) and impressions good or bad (as long as we are not mean to eachother) as they motivate me to keep going.

Have a good rest of the day or night and dont forget to take care of yourself.

Yours, silvermist

[ameliawarnerr]

Criminal Haven

Prologue

—The Leader—

A distant voice calls for me. My reluctance to open my eyes, though, is nothing new. When I'm sleeping, I'm meant to be alone. The knowledge that I'm not kills any desire to open my eyes.

“MC!”

My eyes snap open unwillingly. As discomfort and swelling pain spread across various portions of my body, I blink many times. My back is against some hard metal. Some dust particles fly into my eye. My eye crinkles as I try to reach it with my palm. My hands are restrained and as I whirl it around, I find I'm handcuffed. To a chair.

“MC.” The tone has softened.

When I turn to see where it is coming from, I see another man bound to a chair. I look around– four more people are seated in a circle, bound to chairs with the same metal cuffs. They’re all awake. They’re all in the dark about what is happening.

The only person who seems to be in control even in this situation is the guy to my left. If he is even afraid of anything, it is hard to tell. It appears as though he is scheming something. I'm unsure if he can sense my gaze or if he is purposefully dodging it.

I jerk my eyes away from him as they land on a well-known face.

“Richy?” I shout, my surprise muffling my voice. I'm sure I should be experiencing a thousand different emotions after seeing him. And the fact that relief predominates is not surprising to me.

The remainder of the heads suddenly turn towards me. I don't give them any thought. "You're still alive." I say. Thank goodness I didn't sound like I was asking a question.

Richy’s quiet.

“You shouldn't be.” The only girl besides me speaks. She makes no effort to conceal the resentment and venom in her voice. Hannah.

Richy droops his head and remains silent.

I feel someone's eyes on me. It’s the fifth guy, I have no clue who he is. When I glance at him, his mouth slightly opens. Like he's debating if he should say something or not. He's about to say something but someone cuts him off.

“Looks like I have all my subjects ready now.” The tormenting voice is loud. All of us look around the room, trying to find where it's coming from. There are four speakers in each corner.

“Shall we begin with a little introduction? Who should we begin with, then? How about the connecting thread?”

We all stare at each other in perplexity, not knowing who is being discussed. Save for the guy to my left, he remains composed as if he knows.

“The key.” He adds. My eyes enlarge. The only person who called me that was—

The guy who previously avoided looking at me, gulps hard. For the first time, he lets his face show a little of what he's feeling: fear. He knows that voice is speaking of me. There's only one way he could've known.

“MC. The key. The eloquent leader who everyone turns to.” He says while his tone insinuates something totally different.

“But whom does the leader rely on?” He asks.

All of us are silent. Others because they are speechless. I, since I am aware of whom I rely on.

“That brings us to our next subject. Jake Donfort.”

Richy, Hannah and I share a look. I turn to the dark-haired guy. He is no longer wary like he was in my introduction. His expressions are grim with a little to no salience.

“The hacker. The backbone who prefers to operate covertly.”

The guy I'm assuming to be Jake is pretending as if he's not paying attention at all. Like he's already contemplating how to escape. Now, there's no doubt.

“Jake,” I whisper to him.

“Not now.” He says, without sparing me a glance.

“Moving forward,” the voice continues. “The murderer who became a victim to her own partner in crime.” Both Hannah and Richy have gone stiff. While Richy’s face is hidden from my view, Hannah’s eyes are bloodshot. “Hannah Donfort.”

“And the partner in crime, the kidnapper, the traitor.” Behind the chair, Richy’s tied hands clench into fists. “Richy Roger.”

“The last of my subjects. Well, how about I let him be a little mystery? All I'll tell you about him is: he's an old friend of our beloved leader.”

My old friend?

“Very different personalities. Such contrasting priorities. But do you realise what you all share?”

Silence.

“Crime. You’re all bloody criminals. Another thing all have in common, despite your crimes and rotten insides, you put your pretty exterior out there and society accepts you. Despite your shabby hearts, there are people who'd love you. Always. But allow me to give you a little tip. This place you find yourselves captivated in. It's your safe haven, your home. You stay here, you stay clean. You put a step outside this place, I'll ruin you all. Your crimes will be made public with ten times more cruelty that you might have shown while committing the crime. Your lives will be ruined. Enjoy your stay.”

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I wanted to have a posture of the title for this fic. But as it turns out, I'm not so good at it. I did manage to make it but everytime I add it here, the quality becomes shitty. Is someone willing to help with the posture (just the header sort of thing + chapter titles banner). Of course, i will give credits in each post.

Hit me up if u r willing to help me.

Thanks for reading.

:)

[jakesnymos]

Duskwood is Calling (SNEAK PEAK)

A/N: Hi friends, hello. Here's the start of the novelization I talked about a while back. This is just the intro to the first chapter, so think of it almost as a prologue, if that makes sense. Obviously spoilers through chapter 10 of the game, so don't read if you're avoiding those. Anyways. Here it is:

You don’t know how you got here. Not really. 

 If they asked you- everyone, all of them, Thomas and Cleo and Dan and Lilly and Jessy and Hannah and-

 And not Jake. Not Jake, because Jake was stuck in the mines. Stuck with Richy, and the fire, and the unstable mineshafts and the dark and the cold and-

 “(Y/N).” Alan breaks you from your train of thought. “(Y/N), I’m sorry. But I need to ask you a few questions about tonights events.” You nod. “How did you get here?”

 I don’t know, you think. “I took a train.” You answer, because Alan means ‘What was your mode of transportation to Duskwood?’ and not ‘How did you come to know these people so intimately that thier loss has shattered something deep inside you?’

 “I took the earliest train I could get out of Grand Central Station to Duskwood.” You pause, thinking of the frantic way you’d run to the ticket booth, of how the minutes it took to get your ticket felt like hours, and how the couple of hours on the train itself felt like eons. “It was only a few hours.” You continue, “I didn’t tell the others I was coming. They didn’t know until-” You gesture vaguley, still not comfortable acknowleding the nights events outloud. 

 “You didn’t tell any of them?” It seems to have genuinely shocked him, and that, in turn, surprises you. “Not Jessy, or Thomas?” You shake your head. “Why?”

 “I didn’t want to worry them.” You shrug. “After everything else with Richy, and you finding Hannah, I didn’t-” You swallow against the lump in your throat. “I didn’t want them to worry about someone else being in danger.” 

 “But someone else was in danger, (Y/N).” Your eyes close against the harsh truth of the words, and you force yourself not to respond. “Jake Donfort was in danger.”

 “I don’t know who that is.” You lie. You open your eyes again. Sitting before you is still Chief of Police Alan Bloomgate, this time looking much more sympathetic. He nods. “I don’t, Alan. I don’t know who Jake Donfort is.”

 “I believe you, (Y/N).” He pauses, making sure to hold your eye contact. “I think that’s all we need from you, now. End of interview.” The click of the recorder puncuated the following silence. You stare at Alan in confusion. 

 “What-”

 “You should get some rest, (Y/N).” He fixes you with a stern look. “You’ve had an emotional night.” You nod. “Do you have somewhere to stay?” You nod again, though this time it’s a lie. You didn’t think about what would happen after the mines. You didn’t think about anything but getting to Jake. “Miss Hawkins is outside.” 

 That grabs your attention. “Jessy is here?” Alan nods, collecting the files and paperwork from the interrogation table in front of you. “I’ve been told she refused to leave when she learned you were being detained for questioning.” You manage a small laugh. “She’s worried. Perhaps you should stay with her tonight. I’m sure the motel will keep your booking.” And something in his voice tells you he knew you were lying. 

 “Yeah, thanks.” You agree, finally standing from your chair. It bothers you, though. The fact that he didn’t push you about Jake. About knowing him. “Detective Bloomgate-”

 “It doesn’t matter, (Y/N).” He cuts you off again. “No one could have-” He pauses, seeming to think over his words. “I’m sorry. But no one could have survived that fire. And even if he could, those shafts were unstable before the fire. I can’t imagine thier state now.” He shakes his head, sighing to himself. “I’m sorry. I truly am. But he’s gone. It doesn’t matter if you knew him on record or not. Jake Donfort is dead.”

 He’s right, and you know it, but you don’t understand. You can’t understand how this could be happening. 

 I don’t know how I got here.

[slytherinlizzy]

Does anyone have some good recommendations for Phil Hawkins fanfiction? I'm living this phase and I need them now 😭

[mysteriouslover1516]

You Are Enough (Updated)

Updated Version of my old One Shot. I am much prouder of this one. I hope you all like it!

(Also, I couldn't bear to have Richy not in this story, so he is still alive and was never the MWAF. Please don't hate me, lol.)

MC stared at her reflection in the bathroom mirror, haunted by her thoughts. Why couldn’t she be beautiful like everyone else? Hannah and Lilly had gorgeous eyes that sparkled, Cleo and Jessy smiles that could light up a whole room, not to mention the excellent figures all 4 girls possessed. It didn’t matter how slim MC was herself, how her own eyes could capture men’s attention, how her smile was so contagious. She should try to be skinnier, pay more attention to her hair and makeup, perhaps then she could compare, maybe she would be-

“MC?”

MC became aware of the tall figure behind her, his wavy black hair slightly messy, those electric blue eyes staring back into hers. “Hey,” she mumbles.

“What are you doing in here?” The hacker asks, wrapping his arms around her small waist and pulling her to his chest, resting his chin in the crook of her neck.

“Nothing,” a small smile tugs at the corner of MC’s mouth as she views them both together in the mirror. “It’s nothing.”

“Are you sure about that?” Jake looks at her skeptically.

“Yes,” MC sighs. “I’m just thinking.”

“Hmmm, join me in my study?”

MC smiles at Jake’s version of an invitation, her fears and insecurities fleeing as Jake’s calming, laid-back presence consumes her.

- - -

“What do you think of this dress?” Jessy asks, hands in the air, head cocked, a small side smile forming on her lips. “Belt or no?” She reaches for a leather belt that lays on her dresser, giving the dark blue, strapless dress more of a waist as she wraps it around herself.

“I don’t think the belt suits the dress,” Hannah frowns, “It makes it look more rugged, less elegant.”

“Oh man,” Jessy sighs, brushing her long red hair over her shoulder.

Lilly snaps her fingers, “What about a ribbon, Jessy? It’ll still give you the waist you want, but it won’t look as out of place.”

“Like I have a bunch of ribbon on hand,” Jessy pretends to pout.

“Do you actually need a belt or ribbon though?” Cleo finally interjects. “The dress was designed to accentuate your curves already, so I don’t think a belt is necessary.”

“And we all know Dan will like it anyway,” Lilly smirks.

“Lilly!” Jessy covers her mouth, eyes wide.

“It’s true,” MC laughs. “Heck, you could wear a potato sack and Dan will still say you’re the prettiest girl he’s ever laid eyes on.”

“You all are full of it!” Jessy rolls her eyes, cheeks red with embarrassment.

“Well, whatever the case is, we best get busy.” Hannah reminds. “MC, you’re next.”

“I can’t wait for Jake to see your new dress!” Lilly beams, pulling it out of Jessy’s closet where the other three dresses were hanging. 

A nervous feeling wells up inside MC’s stomach as she looks at the dress, now unsure. “I don’t know, do you think he’ll like it?”

“Come on,” Jessy laughs, “don’t be dumb.”

“He’s already in love with you anyway, there’s nothing to be scared about.” Hannah encourages.

“Here, go put it on.” Lilly hands MC the hanger, nudging her towards the bathroom.

MC takes it, her hands slightly shaking as she walks into the other room, closing the door behind her. After she slides the dress on she once more meets her reflection, this time it being a full-sized mirror. The modest, off-the-shoulder, black dress fits her curves nicely, cutting just above the knee, slightly flaring outward towards the bottom. MC’s hands subconsciously find themselves at her waist, smoothing out the fabric, her eyes following her actions. A frown flitters across her face, the dress didn’t fit quite right. It looked like it was too tight….she needed to be skinner, it was simply unavoidable.

“MC, hurry up!” Lilly knocks obnoxiously on the door. “I have to put my dress on next!”

“Does it look okay?” She asks, hurriedly, walking out of the room.

“It’s gorgeous,” Jessy smiles. “Even better than it looked in the store.”

The other three girls quickly changed into their dresses, each defining their figures well and enhancing their appeal.

The five girls then took turns working on each other’s hair and makeup until they decided they had reached the desired results for each.

“Perfect,” Cleo states as the five girls crowd in for a selfie in the bathroom mirror. “Great job everyone.”

“Great job on being fricken models,” Hannah smirks

“HashtagBeautifulbesties,” Jessy giggles. “Remind me to use that on my instagram when I post this picture. Now hurry, we can’t be late!”

- - -

“Easy hackerboy,” Dan teases as he leans on a pool stick, waiting for Jake to make his move.

“Do you really have to call me that?” Jake sighs with a roll of his eyes, carefully concentrating on which ball to hit in order to get the most points.

“Fine, hackerman.”

The balls ricochet across the table, creating a loud clanking noise. Jake smirks triumphantly as three of the balls fall into holes. “How was that, Daniel?”

“Could be worse,” Dan shrugs. “Richy, you’re next.”

The blonde man carefully lines his pole up with the white ball, soon sending one into a hole. “I’m surprised we’re meeting here actually,” he states, nonchalantly.

Jake sighs, “Right. I hate this place.”

“More like you hate Phil,” Dan corrects.

“Same thing,” Jake says, clenching his pole frustratedly.

“Tommyboy? It's your turn.” Dan looks at the brunette. “And take that stupid beanie off.”

“Hannah likes it,” Thomas defends himself.

“Well look who showed up,” Dan booms as the five girls walk into the bar.

“Have you girls considered being Pageant Queens?”  Richy smiles shyly.

Thomas walks towards his girlfriend, “You look lovely as always, Hannah.”

“Do you like my dress?” Jessy prances over to Dan, who is grinning ear to ear.

“How much did it cost?”

“DAN!” Jessy smacks his shoulder, laughing.

“You girls look amazing,” Richy says, doing his iconic side smile.

“Jake?” MC smiles unsure as he just looks at her. “Do you like it? I tried to make sure it wasn’t too revealing, I know you don’t like how Phil-”

“Yes,” Jake says, simply.

MC blushes, “Really?”

“Of course,” Jake looks at her with a smile, offering no other words.

“Hello, MC.” Phil suddenly speaks behind her, winking when she turns around. “Don’t you look gorgeous tonight, as always.”

“Thanks, Phil.” MC says with a small smile, crossing her arms slightly.

“Jake,” the bartender smirks as he sees the hacker’s jaw set.

“Philip,” Jake nods his head as he reaches out and takes hold of MC’s arm, drawing her against his chest. “Don’t you have some other customers to tend to?”

“Jake,” MC mutters underneath her breath.

Phil cocks his head and looks once more at MC, “None as pretty as sweet little MC here, she’s a doll.”

“Phil, stop it.” Jessy sighs and shoots a glare towards her brother.

Phil only chuckles and winks again at MC, “Well, if you want a free drink, I have a seat reserved for you up front.”

MC nods and as soon as Phil turns his back on the group, she rolls her eyes. “You didn’t have to get so jealous, Jake.”

“He seems very unlikable,” Jake states.

“I agree,” Cleo nods her head, frowning as she watches the bartender laugh while engaging with a pretty blonde at the counter. “Playboy.”

“Womanizer,” Richy adds.

“How about a different topic?” Thomas asks, trying to lighten the mood. “Jake was destroying us at pool before you girls walked in.”

“Hey,” Dan protests. “I haven’t even had my turn yet.”

Richy rolls his eyes, “How about a game of cards?”

“You brought cards?” Dan asks.

“Yeah,” Richy grins sheepishly.

“Thanks, Richy,” Cleo smiles, “That was a great idea.” Richy grins,“what should we play?” “Poker,” Lilly answers.

“I’m in,” MC sits down at a table. “Jake?”

“No, no, no.” Dan protests. “Jake has to finish this game of pool with me, he already started it.”

“I guess that means I’m obligated to finish the game as well,” Richy makes a sad face.

“Obviously. Thomas?” Dan stares, expectantly.

Hannah smirks as Thomas begrudgingly walks back over to the pool table, she herself sitting down at the table amongst the other girls. “What’s the stakes?”

“What about we take the winner to The Black Swan and share the price of their meal, but on top of that everyone has to buy an appetizer?” Jessy raises an eyebrow..

“Oooh,” Lilly smiles. “I like that idea, how about you, MC?”

MC’s stomach suddenly twisted at the thought of eating so much food, how would she get rid of all that weight?

“MC?” Hannah asks, noting the hesitancy.

“Sure,” MC manages to say with a small smile. “Sounds like fun.”

“I think so too,” Cleo agrees.

“I hope I win,” Jessy laughs. “The Black Swan is my absolute favorite.”

Cleo laughs, “We’ll see.”

- - -

“Did you enjoy yourself tonight, MC?” Jake asks later as the couple are getting ready for bed.

“Yes,” MC smiles. “I won the Poker game.”

“Good job,” Jake praises. “And the reward?”

“A night at the Black Swan,” MC says as her smile fades.

“What’s wrong?” Jake asks, concerned. “I thought you liked their food.”

“I do.”

Jake frowns, “What is it, MC?”

“I was just thinking of how much you’ve changed. It’s nice to see how much you’ve grown inside the group with everyone.”

“If that makes you happy, then I will continue to make myself uncomfortable and socialize with them.” Jake says in a serious voice.

MC giggles softly, “Do you really have to put it that way, Jake?”

“That was not my intention,” Jake cracks a small smile. “What I mean is,  I still feel somewhat out of place amongst them. It’s been awhile since I’ve formed relationships, MC.”

MC gazes up at the young hacker, “I know.”

“No, you don’t know.” Jake shakes his head, “My past is still hidden from you.”

“Then share it with me now.”

“MC…”

“Please,” MC asks, curiosity evident in her eyes.

Jake sighs, “Hannah and Lilly’s father was away from home for two months as he was creating a business arrangement between two contracting companies . During those two months he met my mother and took an interest in her, most notably for her beauty and optimistic nature. She consented to the relationship because she was unaware he was married. When he confessed that he had cheated on his wife, my mother broke it off with him and told him to recommit himself to his family from then on. After finding out she was pregnant, she made the decision to raise me on her own. My mother always struggled financially, but when she had me her money problems grew worse. We had enough to get by, she made sure I had an education, was kept warm during the winter, had food to eat, clothes to wear. She worked tirelessly at her job as a waitress, secretly saving most of her tips for my future college fund. We were happy, just the two of us, she adored me. My mother was the best thing in my life, I didn’t need or want anyone else when she was with me. When I was fifteen her car was side-swiped on her way home, she was killed instantly. I never imagined her to be gone so suddenly, it left me shocked. After her death, I drowned myself in my studies, most importantly computer science. When the FBI found out about a young seventeen-year-old boy decrypting algorithms which caused years to crack, they enlisted me. During my year of working there, I uncovered the many scandals hidden inside the bureau, including embezzlement. I couldn’t stay quiet, the people deserved the truth. I anonymously and periodically leaked certain things to the public, but eventually the bureau was able to trace it back to me. At nineteen I was forced to go on the run.”

“That must have been awful,” MC frowns as she considers the hardships Jake was forced to endure at such a young age.

The young hacker takes her hand, clearing his throat as he continues. “I was without a home, without an identity, I had disappeared from the face of the earth. I had no friends, no family, it was just me and my gear. My mother had left me a letter along with her will when she had died, the will naturally gave me all of her savings, but the letter was much more important. Within the letter she finally disclosed my heritage, what had taken place in order to foreshadow my birth. Along with the letter was also a picture of my mother with the man I had never met, my father. I researched his name and was able to find pictures of him and his family, his occupation, where he resided, anything that the internet could pull up. Something inside my soul urged me to reach out to him, but that was too risky, I didn’t want to be responsible for tearing a family apart. That is how I came across my half-sister, Hannah. Lilly was also an option, but being that Hannah was only two years younger than me, she seemed like the best choice. I found her instagram account and messaged her, using the excuse of asking her what type of cat Dusty was. She replied and was eager to keep the communications open. Through our messages she figured out I was some sort of genius, but something went horribly wrong. Hannah started to fall in love with me, in love with someone she’d never met in person, in love with her half-brother. It was evident to see in her replies that I needed to pull myself away. My answers got shorter and shorter, and soon she stopped emailing me. Months later she posted a picture of her and a brown-haired guy she referenced as her boyfriend.”

“Thomas,” MC says.

“Yes.” Jake answers. “Then a year later she suddenly emailed me, asking for my help. As you know, I immediately video called her, she was unexpectedly ambushed while on the call.”

“And then she sent you my number.”

“Yes, and I immediately reached out to you as my only hope for finding Hannah.” Jake nods and then starts to smirk, “But then something with you also went horribly wrong.”

“And what was that, Jake?” MC teases, cheeks painted pink.

“You asked for my name, and I gave it to you. You also asked for the color of my hair. Then you prodded, asking if I was curious about who you even were.”

“And?”

“Of course I was curious, you showed up under such mysterious circumstances, you had no recollection of meeting Hannah. But still, her last message sent from her phone contained just your number, what was the connection?”

“Now we know it was a typo, she was trying to send Alan’s number to Thomas, but she hit the wrong key in her hurry.”

“Yes, which unintentionally but thankfully brought you into the whole mystery.”

“Thankfully?” MC giggles softly as Jake smirks some more.

“I met you, and then everything changed.” Jake says. “For the first time in a long while I craved relationship. You piqued my interest. I found myself slowly falling for you, for a complete stranger. When you confessed you liked me over text, my heart raced, but my common sense and cynical nature took over.”

“You told me it wasn’t right, that it was dangerous for both you and for me. It left me stunned.”

“I know MC, I am so sorry.” Jake reaches out and kisses MC’s forehead softly. “But that chat was forever in my mind for a long time after. As the stakes rose, the more danger you were placed in, the more evident my feelings for you became. After Lilly’s video forced me to flee again, it nearly tore my heart out as I had to inform you that you would be on your own for a while. I felt like I was ditching you, I didn’t know if I’d ever be able to contact you again.”

“I felt the same,” MC confesses.

“I promised you then that I would never let my pursuers catch me, because then it would separate me from you.”

“When I read that text, I felt hopeful despite all the circumstances.”

“I had set Nymos up to protect you and alert me of any suspicious activity concerning your phone while I was on the run. When I got the first alert of an attempt made by the FBI to hack your phone, it motivated me even more to find a safe place so I could help you. I found shelter in a small hotel.”

“Simple but sufficient,” MC remembers with a small smile.

“Yes,” Jake smiles back. “I had no sooner set my computer up when I got another alert that the FBI was trying to find your location, soon turning into accessing your camera.”

“I was so scared.”

“I was able to stop them just before they had access to your camera. The first thing I could think of to text you was-”

“Hello MC.”

“Yes, and I remember exactly what you replied. You said Do you know I feel like crying right now?”

“I was so weak,” MC shakes her head full of shame.

“No, you were human. You said, I’m in danger, Jake.” The hacker recalls, getting a far away look in his intoxicating blue eyes. “And I made another promise to you, do you remember?”

“You said, I will never let him get close to you ever again.”

“And I have kept that promise, haven’t I?”

“Yes.”

“And now I have to protect you from another enemy,” Jake looks at her seriously.

MC’s eyes flash with fear, “What do you mean?”

“I have to save you from yourself.” The hacker answers. “From starving yourself and forcing yourself to undereat.”

“I don’t want to talk about it,” MC crosses her arms.

“Promise me we will tomorrow then.”

“We don’t have to talk about anything,” MC protests.

“MC.”

“Fine.” MC turns her back on the black-haired man, walking to her side of the bed and climbing in. She lays down, back still facing her lover, pulling the covers up over her head.

“I love you, MC.” Jake says softly, MC can feel the weight shift as he joins her in the bed. “That is why I must force you to talk about the hard things.” MC remains quiet, tears starting to stream down her face as she lays there. She can hear Jake sigh and then his arm slips around MC’s waist, pulling her to his chest once more. She uncovers her head and turns around in his arms, “Tomorrow we will talk, I promise, Jake.” “Thank you, MC.” Jake pecks her on the lips softly, “Goodnight, love.”

- - -

“MC?” Jake asks, gently waking her up the next morning. A small smile tugs at his lips as he watches her slowly open her eyes and then close them again, snuggling her face deeper into the covers.

“What?” MC sighs, voice dry.

“I made breakfast for you.”

“At what time? Six in the morning?” MC giggles tiredly, glancing at the alarm which says 6:58. “Jake, it’s Saturday. You’re supposed to sleep in.”  She rolls over, trying to block him out. “Or you at least let me sleep in.”

“But what about breakfast?”

“I don’t want breakfast, I want to sleep.” She mumbles into the pillow.

“You’re going to be hungry and angry soon.”

“It’s called being hangry, Jake. And I’m angry now, so please, shush.”

Jake looks at MC, frowning. Without warning he yanks the covers off the bed and picks her up easily.

“What the heck are you doing?! Are you insane?!” MC laughs, trying to somehow still act mad.

Jake smirks at her as she tries to get out of his arms, “You need to eat.”

“Not hungry.”

“Then we at least need to have our talk. MC, please.” Jake’s worried look makes her heart ache. “Why else do you think I’m making breakfast this morning?”

“But-”

“I know you suffer from a dysmorphic disorder, MC. You believe yourself to be overweight. BDD.”

“I don’t know what you mean,” MC lies.

“You know full well what it means, MC. BDD-Body Dysmorphic Disorder, you’re obsessed with your appearance, worried about your weight, how people see you. It’s rooted from anxiety, low self-esteem, comparing yourself to others, depression even.”

“How did you find out?”

“It’s not hard to notice, all of your friends can see it, MC. You’ve progressively been starving yourself, Jessy and the others have repeatedly told me how little you eat anymore when you’re with them. I notice that after we get done eating together, you disappear into the bathroom for twenty minutes at a time, purging I assume. When I wrap my arms around your waist I can feel your ribs, this is not healthy, MC!” Jake’s voice rises, “Why do you do this to yourself?!”

MC lip starts to tremble, “I can’t compare to the others, Jake.”

Jake leads MC to the bathroom and points at the scale on the floor. “I want to show you something.”

“Trust me.”

MC gets on the scale, anxiety skyrocketing as the number increases the more weight she places on it.

“What Does It Say?”

“105lbs,” MC shivers.

“Hannah and Jessy are slender, aren’t they? Cleo and Lilly have excellent figures?”

“Yes,” MC nods, tears streaming down her face.

“Jessy weighs 123lbs, Hannah 129lbs. Cleo comes at 131lbs, Lilly 137lbs.” Jake says in a soft voice. “You’re 18lbs smaller than Jessy, MC.”

“I don’t understand,” MC stutters in confusion.

“All those negative thoughts telling you that you’re overweight, they’re all lies, MC. Ask anyone, you are literally underweight if we’re being honest.” Jake hugs her, brushing his hand through her tangled hair. “MC, I.” His brow furrows as he tries to figure out how to express his thoughts. “You are perfect just the way you are, MC.”

“It’s not enough though,” MC sniffles.

“You are Enough,” Jake says slowly, pulling away. “You are Enough for me, more than enough. I don’t deserve you, MC. You are beautiful, lively, sweet, energetic. Even when you’re like this, hair tangled, tears streaming down your face, still in your pajama shorts and my shirt on, you’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.”

“Do you really think so?” MC wipes her eyes, a small smile forming on her chapped lips.

“You trust me?”

“Yes.”

“Then you are Beautiful. You are Gorgeous. You are Lovely. You are Stunning. You are Cute and Adorable, Endearing. You are More than Enough. You are my World, my Everything.” Jake kisses her, “And I love you.”

A small smile spreads across MC’s face as the hacker brushes his thumb over her cheek.

“Also, I may have lied about breakfast, Cleo actually made it.” Jake smirks, “She gave me a batch of her world famous cinnamon rolls just for you and me a few days ago, I just put it in the oven.”

“Jake?”

“Yes, MC?”

“Thank you for everything.”

“I love you, don’t ever forget that. You Are Mine.” He states, kissing her mouth, dragging his teeth over her bottom lip.

MC gasps, a warm feeling pooling in her stomach as Jake's hands find themselves at her waist.

Jake smirks against the kiss, gently rubbing his thumbs across MC's hips. "Eat first, and then we'll continue." With that he took her hand and led her to the kitchen, MC biting her lip out of excitement of the promised future.

I hope you enjoyed reading this! Please comment any thoughts you have, I would love to actually talk to any of you! Love you! :)

[cosmolog]

Duskwood Detectives - Part 2

Meeting The Hacker

F/f means Favourite flower

Jake X female!Reader

Notification: Message from Jake

There's an alleyway beside your local store. I want you to go there.

Any specific reason?

Because I cannot say this in text. It's too dangerous. We need to talk in person.

Is this your excuse for wanting to know what I look like?

No, I really do need to talk to you. But also yes, for that reason too :)

When?

Right now.

She huffed a laugh down at her phone, shaking her head before getting her coat from its hanger and heading out the front door.

She walked all the way to the local store, the excitement of what was to come making her legs move faster. The small town of Birch Lake was quiet, like it always was. The perfect place where Y/n could stay low.

Turning down the alleyway, it was dark, only lit by a light above the side door of the store.

She looked around as she walked further down the alley, past the store side door, squinting her eyes to try and peer through the darkness but saw no one.

Turning around, her breath hitched seeing she was no longer alone. The figure also seemed to still, shoulders tensing a bit as if surprised that she was actually here.

The figure reached up, putting his hood down slowly and gently.

Her eyes widened. "Is it really you?" She asked, her voice quiet in shock.

He nodded, a small smile forming on his lips as his eyes watched her expression change from surprised to pure happiness.

Before he could register it, she had rushed up to him, throwing her arms around his tall frame. "Oh my- Jake!"

His arms rubbing up and down her back comfortingly as he heard her sniffle. "Y/n" He whispered, taking in her scent, her pleasant smell of lavender and F/f. He felt tears of his own start to form.

Though they have known each other for a few years now, this was the first time they had seen eachother's faces. And that fact hit them straight in the feels.

The two cried together, for all they had been through, with the kidnapping of Jake's sister, Hannah. For Richey's death. For all they had sacrificed to make sure they got a happy ending out of the situation. And it all payed off.

Without Y/n, they probably never would have found Hannah. And without Jake, they never would of had the resources for the investigation. Their friends also each played a part in helping find the lost young woman.

"We're alright" He reassured. "Don't worry"

"The only one I worry about is you" Y/n replied, pulling back from the hug but staying close. "What are you doing here?"

His hands reached up to wipe away the remaining tears on her dampened cheeks. "I had to see you" He whispered out his confession.

She smiled in return, resting her hand on his as he cupped her cheeks. "Duskwood is 6 hours away and...And, well, here you are" She said softly. "Jake, this kind of thing, going out of your way to see me, can be dangerous. We both know that"

"I'm aware. I wouldn't have come if it wasn't important" He stopped for a moment because speaking again. "That's a lie, I most likely would just come out here to see you"

"And I would do the same...if I knew where you lived, that is" She joked.

He laughed. "Same sense of humour" He said.

"Same sense of formality" She chuckled with him.

"Still trying to get used to actually talking to people. It's strange" He said.

After catching up, the two were walking back to Y/n house when Jake suddenly turned the conversation. "I need to tell you something. It's about Richy. I..saw him in person" Jake said.

Y/n eyes widened slightly. "You talked to him?" She asked.

He nodded. "He didn't know who I was, and I didn't want him to know. I was worried it would scare him off. So, I need you to..." He trailed off.

"You want me to talk to him" She stated.

Jake nodded again. "Yes. I got his location and everything right here" He held up his phone. "All you have to do is convince him to talk about Duskwood"

"That's a big ask. I mean, the man fled from the scene of a crime he helped commit, kidnapping one of his friends and killing another girl.

"That's why I want you to talk to him. If he's done it once, it could happen again. Hannah and Lilly are the only family I have left. Their safety is very important to me. And I'm gonna protect them with all I have. And if he does possess a motive, I'm sorry, but I will put him in jail" Jake said, moving his hands from her cheeks to hold her hands. "I know he was your friend. And he betrayed you. This isn't going to be the easiest thing you've ever done. So I need your confirmation. Will you talk to him?"

She stared into those gentle dark eyes of his, thinking. "What if he doesn't want to talk to me?"

"He was very fond of you, Y/n" Jake glanced away, jealousy starting to flood his brain. He shook his head slightly, looking back to Y/n. "I assure you, he will talk"

Part Three

[saskiahaggens]

After the Storm ~Poly ending~

Masterlist

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9

Pairing: Jake x fem!Reader x Richy x Phil (?)

Warnings:

spoilers

mentioning of death, attempted suicide

swearing

Word count: 1258

When you woke up your throat was sore. It took you a moment to recall the events. What happened after that? Were Richy and Jake, okay? Even with all these question in mind you couldn't ask a single one of them. First and foremost, the nurses who came in three times a day wouldn't know the answers anyway. Your voice chords, on the other hand, were damaged as a result of the cut. Speaking hurts and your voice sounded really raspy.

After a stressful day of questions, it was a relief when Jessy and Phil came to see you.

"Thank goodness. We were so worried." Jessy cried when she saw you sitting in your bed. You eminently pulled her into a hug and joined her.

"Hey.", greeted Phil gently. He whipped away a few tears from your cheek and smiled tiredly. He whipped away a few tears from your cheek and smiled tiredly.

The dark circles under their eyes told you how sleep-deprived they were, and it broke your heart that you were the reason for it.

"What happened?", you asked after some minutes.

When they heard your 'new' voice, you noticed them flinching. You burst into tears the first time you heard it, and Jessy was no exception. She sobbed much harder than before, burying her face even more in your shoulder.

"Richy and Hannah handed themselves in after they processed what happened. That was around two weeks ago. Jake disappeared shortly after, most likely because he was afraid the FBI would start looking for him again. I don't know what happened to his brother. But Jake promised he wouldn't be a threat anymore.", explained Phil.

Luckily, he understood what you meant by your question. You pulled Jessy even closer after this news. You have to see them. They needed to know you were fine. But how would you do that?

"They said you were allowed to go home next week.", sniffed Jessy.

You were confused on how they got this information, but Phil answered your question.

"Jessy told them we were married," he said, blushing slightly.

"They refused to tell us anything about you. I needed to know if you were okay, and that was the only way."

You chuckled a little, which made them both grin.

Dan, Lilly, Cleo, and Thomas also paid you a visit this week. It was great seeing them again. Thomas even arranged you a meeting with Richy. He was in custody, but Alan Bloomgate was generous enough to allow you to see him after you were released from the hospital.

The week stretched like gum, and when you were finally allowed to leave, you met the person you least expected to.

You were on your way to the police station, while Phil brought your stuff back to your apartment, when you were dragged into an alleyway. You assumed it was Wyatt at first, but you were proven wrong.

"I'm sorry if I scared you, but I needed to see you.", was the first thing he said.

You were confronted by ocean blue eyes that appeared to be more tiered than usual. His black hair was knotted, or so it appeared because it was mainly covered by his hood.

"Jake?"

He pulled you into a tight hug when he heard your hoarse voice.

"I'm sorry for what happened that night. It was all my fault. I can't make it up for you, but I will try with every fiber of my heart. I love you, Y/n. Please come with me. You don't have to decide now, but at least think about it." He looked at you for a second before he started to walk away.

"Richy.", you said as loudly as you could.

Jake stopped. You walked up to him and hugged him from behind. He held your hand for a moment before he turned around.

"I'm sorry, Y/n. I didn't forget about him. I was selfish for a moment."

You gazed into his eyes before moving your gaze to the mask that covered his face. Jake chuckled and moved closer.

"We have to keep up with him, right?", he mumbled and pulled his mask down.

Your heart began to race faster when he came even closer. So, Richy told him, and they kissed as well. Jake's hand was on your cheek only seconds before his lips touched yours. His kiss was not comparable to Richy's. Jake's kiss was warm, like a fireplace during wintertime.

"We will wait for him, no matter how long it takes.", he smiled and leaned his forehead on yours.

You nodded before stepping away. Jake also noticed how the time flew by and that he had to go.

When you met Richy, he couldn't stop smiling. Alan hadn't informed him who was coming, so when he saw you, he believed he was dreaming. You didn't have much to say most of the time you were cuddling, but you told him about Jake when Alan was distracted for a second. It wouldn't be long until Richy's trial, so it was probably the last time you'd see him before he had to go to jail. You hoped for a warm - hearted judge.

Three years later~

Today was the day Richy would get out of jail. He was quite fortunate to receive a three-year jail term and two years of probation. Jake kept his promise, and the day he finally stepped out of jail, you waited for him.

"Come on, Y/n, Richy! We're going to be late!", called Jake out to you.

You were at your now-shared apartment above Phil's bar. Like the day you first came to Duskwood, all of your friends met at his bar to celebrate. They needed time to accept what Richy and Hannah did, and while Hannah got out of jail a year earlier, they decided they would wait for Richy too. They forgave them, and both of them worked hard to gain their trust again.

Richy even went to his parents a few days later. You and Jake accompanied him since he was probably scared of seeing them again. His concerns, however, were unnecessary because his parents embraced him with open arms. He and Jessy reopened 'Rogers Garage' a few weeks later and surprisingly gained many new customers, because many people were disappointed by Tooltastic. (I forgot the name. Please don't kill me.)

As for Jake, the FBI never looked for him again, thanks to Wyatt. You weren't sure what he did, but somehow, he was able to erase every piece of data that ever existed about Jake. You worked with him at Phil's Bar. The barkeeper needed to get used to him, but he eventually befriended him somehow.

"We're coming, handsome.", responded Richy, and he walked up to him.

You quickly followed and held his hand in yours to express that you were sorry.

You don't talk much anymore. Richy and Jake understood you without words by now and respected your decision. Speaking just felt weird now. It didn't feel natural, and voice creaks were normal. It just annoyed you, so you only used it for special occasions, such as tody.

"I love you two."

"Naw, Y/n. You are way too sweet. We love you too, but we really need to go now. We live over the bar. It's embarrassing if we are late."

"As if we aren't already. I can already tell what the girls will think."

"I swear if Dan makes any sex jokes, I'm going back home.", laughed Richy, and he pulled both of you out of the door.

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Things Change-4 (Duskwood x Reader)

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Complications, fun little things life likes to throw your way. And you can either embrace them, find solutions, and resolve it. Or you can simply run and avoid it until it has finally hunted you down. 

I’ve faced my fair share of complications. Most of the time, I’ve tried to ignore them, to convince myself that I’m fine when I’m anything but. I try to shove it so far down in some hopes it might resolve on it’s own.

Never seems to work no matter how much I try again and again.

And now...now, another one has been thrown my way.

Your heart is a funny thing, it can want so many things at once. It can sway either way, especially when it comes to something called love. Now they say if you’re going to choose between two people, always chose the second. Because if you’ve truly loved the first one, you wouldn’t have fallen for the second.

Now riddle me this, two people have walked into your life. One a wanted individual who can never truly be as open as you want them to be. Who can never be as present as you need them to be. But it’s clear they would do anything to keep you safe and secure, even if it means they risk themselves. In them, you always find a comfort unlike any other. And two, the new person, one who all you’ve heard were these bad things. But when you meet them, they’re anything but. Instead, they can listen for time on end. They make you smile and laugh more than you ever have. They make you feel alive...and they can be there. You know it’s only the start into what may be, feeling there is so much more there than meets the eye.

How I am to choose? How am I to know which one is best?

How do I not let any of this infiltrate this influence me? How can I ever focus on the case on hand?

I don’t know. I don’t know anything anymore. 

And nothing seems to help, only worsening it all.

Because here I stand, in the midst of this chaotic spider web. Trapped like a fly, waiting to be devoured. 

Knowing that someone I’ve called a friend is out there, wrecking havoc on us all. It’s all coming together, my suspicions are only growing. It’s only a matter of time before I’m caught or he is.

It’s the only way any of this can end.

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And as the night finally quelled down, as the alcohol slowly left her system, (Y/n) could feel her mind begin to clear. 

(Y/n) and Lilly able to piece together the puzzle Jake left behind for them both, now it was only a matter of time before it would come full circle. (Y/n) could see her reservations about the newcomer, understand where she came from. While she said water under the bridge, it would take time to really forgive Lilly for what she did.

And of course, how could she forget Dan, texting her out of the blue. She could imagine how worried he was and he had his own unique way of showing it. Something that warmed her heart to see, especially as they weren’t as different as they thought they were. As they were forming a relationship of their own, beyond the pressures they faced.

Leaving her with Phil, the conversations in person and online resonating deeply with her. Unsure what to think now, much less what to feel. Though she wondered if she gave anything away, if Phil might uncover her own secrets and what he may do with said information.

It was all banking on time now. To see how things may or may not unfold.

So it was as good as time as any to sort the mess of her head as everything began to simmer down for once. (Y/n) looked to her phone then to her portable evidence board. Trying to fill in the missing pieces with hypotheticals but her mind kept wandering back to the night of Jessy’s attack.

(Y/n) knew only a few people knew what Jessy was planning that night. Richy by default being the employer, Phil knew bits when he confronted her but he only knew the rumors surrounding (Y/n). The others, well Dan was in the hospital, Cleo and Thomas were breaking and entering, and Lilly didn’t want to be involved.

“It’s all coming together, Jax. It’s funny, how wary some of them were to me. But in reality, it’s a person closest to them that they should be most wary of.”

A few oddities seemed to be blatantly obvious now she had time to have fun and go see the world beyond her home and computer. It was really proved to be helpful.

“I understand why none of them were able to uncover what happened. Because none of them wanted to face the dirty truth. It’s only a matter of time now.”

Now, she had her growing suspicions and it seemed to go back to one person again and again. Whether she wanted to accept it or not was hard to say. 

Especially given everything. 

(Y/n) knew the others may not accept her suspicions, none of them wanted to think that one of their own could have done this. So for now, she decided to let it play out a bit longer. To see where this road is bound to take her and whether he would move again.

Maybe then, more evidence would present itself. Maybe then, they would be more open to this theory of hers.

Maybe...

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“This isn’t right, none of this is right!”

“That doesn’t matter right now. We have to look out for ourselves, (Y/n). You think they’re going to let us off the hook? You think it’ll be a slap on the wrist if we spill our guts? We aren’t dumb, little kids any more.”

“And this is the right thing? Can’t you hear yourself, right?! I mean, take a look in the mirror and tell me what you see right now.”

Gesturing at young woman, at all they were doing. For what? To cover their hides, to let someone else take the fall, so that they might have a chance at a decent life. She looked at the group, trying to find a single line of reason between them.

But none of them said a word. None of them could even look her in the eye.

“I’m not sure about you guys but I’m not living with this guilt. I refuse to let things go this way.”

“(Y/n)!”

“Come back! We’ll figure something out.”

“Please!”

Their words fell deaf on her ears as she continued pressing on. Finding her way back to the road, to the town she could barely call a home. 

Not after everything, especially not after this.

And then, with a thump, things went dark.

Ring...Ring...Ring...

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The sound of her phone ringing woke the sleeping woman, for once she had an entire night of good rest. For once, she didn’t rely on her pills to guide her through a night of dreamless slumber. And for once, she didn’t feel like the waking dead.

And when (Y/n)’s eyes saw the caller id, she almost fell out of bed reaching for her phone.

“Jessy? How are you doing?”

“Better, my body still hurts but it’s not as bad as before. It’s also nice to hear your voice, (Y/n).”

“I’m glad. You know, I’m always here for you if you ever need anything.”

“I know. Though I had hoped our date would have ended better. I would have showed you around my house as we toasted to the night. Until, you know.”

“Jessy, I had a fun time. You got my mind off of everything and I can’t thank you enough.”

Though they both went silence, (Y/n) could imagine Jessy’s giddy smile gracing her face, capturing her many features just nicely.

“(Y/n), are you going to keep your promise? Are you going to take me away from this place when this is all over?”

“I am a woman of my word. I’ll take you away if you still desire it.”

“I want you to.”

“Then it shall happen, m’lady.”

She could hear that laughter that was like honey on the ears. Jessy was slowly becoming the best friend (Y/n) missed on having. While others may mistake it as more, (Y/n) knew where they both stood on these matters. At least (Y/n) hoped she did.

But if this friendship would continue growing, (Y/n) could only imagine where else it would go. How more their friendship would grow and blossom. Something she wouldn’t give up for the world.

“(Y/n), thank you. You’ve done so much for us...for me. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to repay you.”

“Don’t worry about it. It’s what any person with a heart would have done.”

“I don’t think so. Which is why I want to ask something of you. I want you to come to Duskwood, I want to see the woman who has done so much for us in person.”

“Jessy...I don’t know.” 

“I guessed as much.”

“Look, I’ll think about it. There’s no promises but I’ll think about it.”

“I appreciate it. Talk later?”

“Yeah, talk later.”

Sighing, (Y/n) wondered how much longer she would have to put with this farce of hers. She knew it was only going to be a matter of time before word spread around this small town. Word of the new girl passing through and if they were smart enough, they would be able to figure it out.

And lies were no way to keep up the trust that was being built.

So she would only have to wait until the situation needed it so.

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Broken Promises:

Summary: MC goes to the mines and meets Jake, what happens after the explosion to Jake and to Richy? A mysterious burglar gets caught at the Garage and aims for MC.

Status: On going

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Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 6

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Criminal Haven

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Chapter 2: Emotions? How About No

—The Leader—

Darkness' revelation brings fresh questions to the table. Some of which I could answer right now but I rather not think of them yet and draw conclusions– not without discussing them with Jake.

I glance at him, searching in his face if he's thinking the same. The expression he gives me as he looks down at me tells me that we are indeed thinking the same thing.

“Who is he?” Hannah breaks the silence, her tone has become that of a tired worker. She longer hides her wince as new information keeps surfacing. For her, it might be exhausting. For Jake and I, it is everything. The scheming, the truth and the lies, the masks and the uncoverings– we can never alter our minds out of this catacomb of games.

“He contributed to finding you.” He explains, vaguely. But I think he has not read much of my and darkness' messages. I think he realises that too as he sighs. He pulls someone's emptied chair– Richy’s, I think and places it facing both my and Kai’s chairs.

I add, “He was the most cooperative person, believe me.” I turn to Hannah. “If I were you, I’d thank him.” I curl my lips into a natural smile.

She stares at me, blankly, standing in the middle of the room. She looks as if she doesn't understand what I am implying. She's suffering from unimaginable things, I understand that. I feel that better than anyone else. Considering her condition, I won't ask much of her in whatever escape plan we might come up with. But that doesn't mean she’ll be excused from endeavouring as little as saying a thank you.

‘Say it.’ I mouth to her. My natural smile turned into a threatening one, unintentionally, but I can't deny that it has worked every time.

Her eyes dart to Jake who cannot see my face. I don't know if he encouraged her to do it or not but she whispers, “Thank you.” to the walls as I keep my glare pinned on her.

Go easy on her, I remind myself, mostly because Jake would prefer the same thing. I turn almost too quickly realising how much Jake is interfering in my smallest decisions.

Kai acknowledges her gratitude as he nods to the floor.

I make a mental note: he can be helpful but he's awkward accepting compliments or gratitude. That concludes why it was necessary for me to compliment me and for the same matter, Hannah to thank him. He already believes it my fault that he's here. I'm not afraid to accept that he is. But if he blames the part he played in Hannah's search, he might as well believe that he did it well.

Jake is looking at me strangely. I ignore directly looking at him exactly like I ignored Richy’s defeated figure dropped into a corner, his legs pulled to his chest and his head on his knees.

This isn't like solving a mystery through texting. This is real life and I cannot be vulnerable to one person while being persuasive to someone else on the different chat window.

I have to mention the mindset where my mind weighs more than my heart. That is the only way to get things done. We can be vulnerable when we are safe.

I inhale a deep breath, hardening my posture. “If we really want to get the hell out of here,” I speak loudly, ensuring my voice reaches Richy in the corner. I continue, “We’d need to stick together. Doesn't matter if you hate each other. Suck it up and bear it.”

I’m on my feet when I take a turn towards the door. Richy’s head turned in my direction. I realise, it's not only him. Everyone's looking at me.

“I don't really expect anything from you. Don't want to help? Don't. Just don't get in my way.” I announce, loud and clear. Though expecting the opposite of what words suggest. “Questions?”

Dead silence.

“Need a ten to think?” I provoke.

Kai is the first (and probably the only one who would) raise a question. He begins by quoting me, “Don't want to help? Don't.” I remain composed as he continues, “More like don't want to follow? Then, don't. But you know, whoever leads the way out of here, others will follow him or her.” I break into a smile, realising what he's bringing to others' attention. “You're just initiating to make sure that we follow you.”

I stride towards him as I quote him, “Initiating.” I stop by the chair I was sitting on and place my head on it. “That’s right. I am initiating. And if anyone else had the balls to do the same, they would have. But no one did. I guess that justifies why you should follow me.”

“Well, you couldn't have initiated it if he didn't uncuff you.” He gestures to Jake who is about to interfere. But that looks weak on my part. I appreciate it but I don't need it.

“That's a petty argument.” I cut in before Jake could. I shake my head at Jake as I pace towards Kai.

“Reasonable enough.” He refutes.

Stopping behind his chair, I break off a shim from the chair and use it to unlock his handcuffs. I intentionally pulled the shim from the part of the chair which was reachable in handcuffs.

Jake is by my side in a matter of seconds, probably because he doesn't trust Kai yet. But I do, to a certain extent which tells me he would not physically hurt me. He's just pissed.

“Now,” I talk loudly again. “Anyone up for breaking down that door?” I point at it with one finger.

—The Hacker—

From the moment she called reading Dan and Jessica's conversation illegally an exciting event, I knew she was trouble. And she only keeps proving it again and again. Sometimes, I admire it. Sometimes, it throws me to the edge.

Like right now. I understand what she was aiming for. There's no way out if we operate like five individuals without a common link who we all trust at some level. But she didn't hesitate once before uncuffing this guy none of us knows enough to trust.

Hannah, MC and I stand back as Richy and Pierce hammer their shoulders against the door. They continue thrice without pause but the door doesn't budge. They take a moment.

Kai glances back at me. “Why isn't he helping us again?”

This is why I prefer to work alone (and of course, this preference doesn't apply to MC). I don't like being questioned. “Is the door broad enough for the three of us?” I reason, very calmly.

They continue at it, knowing they are the two least trusted people in our group and raising nonsensical questions wouldn't change that. After six minutes, the door broke.

Neither of the guys step outside. Instead, they step aside, catching their breaths and stealing glances outside the door. MC is the first one to shift to the door. I grab her hand at the threshold. She glances at me as I step outside the door before her. “After me,” I tell her. She complies.

I glance in both directions. The corridor stretches so long in both directions– it seems endless. They are almost identical except there seems to be a little light coming from the right. Little by little, everyone's out in the corridor.

“Which way is it? We should go to the right. There's light coming from there so it isn't a dead end.” Hannah comments, her voice growing anxious.

“Should we break into two groups or something?” Kai suggests as no one addresses Hannah’s opinion because she's making a rookie mistake– being hasty and going with the obvious choice.

I think of Kai’s suggestion but I can't come up with a possible reasonable arrangement of two groups without separating me and MC.

“No.” I answer.

“So we choose one? On what basis?”

“We’ll come up with the basis if you stop asking questions.”

He glares at me, pissed. Then, he glances at MC and looks away. Everytime I say something to him, he looks at her as if reconsidering arguing with me for her sake. My eyes fly to her as well, wondering if she noticed it. But she's distracted and hasn't said anything after stepping out of the door.

She's shifted towards the left corridor. While everyone looks around, she looks down at the floor. I walk to her, she crouches down and picks something up. I bend to see a note in her hand at the same time she springs up. Her head collides with my chin.

She looks up, annoyed as I hide my smile. “What are you, glancing down at me? My guardian angel?” She takes a tiny step back.

“I’d prefer being called a partner.” I retort. “Although, I do feel bad for your guardian angel.”

She shoves a hand at my chest, walking past me but stops. I follow her gaze– everyone looks at us questionably, clearly not having as much fun as us. She clears her throat, the first time getting awkward.

“What does the note say?” Kai asks.

“What does the note say,” she echoes mockingly or …playfully?

I peer at the note as she read, “Two roads diverged in a yellow wood/ And sorry I could not travel both.”

“Robert Frost.” I say, immediately.

She nods a couple times. “The road not taken.”

“What’s that?” Hannah asks. I remember our conversations via emails and literature wasn't one of the topics ever. Come to think of it, we had nothing in common.

“A poem.” MC and I say I'm unison.

Kai jumps in. “Didn’t he take the less travelled path?”

Both of us nod. Richy adds something for the first time. “Well, how did he decide which one was the least travelled?” He looks at no one in particular.

“The less travelled one was more grassy.” MC answers.

“So in our case, the less travelled one would be the left one, right? Because it's dark and could be a dead end or something.” Kai remarks.

“So can be the right one.” Hannah weighs in.

“At least it has the probability of having a window.”

I contemplate the poem, analysing from word to word. I remember each word clearly. “No,” I cut in. “We are taking the words at face value. The message of the poem wasn't to travel a less taken route. It was to make a decision carefully.”

MC looks at me, creasing her brows. “Then, we are at square one again.”

“No, we are not. Half of us thought about taking the less travelled path which means that is exactly what he wanted us to think.” I point out.

“Which means,” MC points at the way from where a tiny ray of light penetrates. “That's where we need to go.”

“Exactly.”

We start following the light. I can sense the others are not entirely sure of this but they will begin trusting us as we’ll give them hope by getting nearer to the way out.

A small smile emerges on MC's lips as we walk behind others. “You a literature guy?” She gives me a side look.

“You have no idea.” I tell her and then, I add, “We need to talk.”

She nods. “We do.” She whispers. “The only way that a lunatic could know about Kai is by having access to my messages. You had access to my messages. You're a hacker.” I smile, knowing we were thinking the same thing again.

“We are up against a hacker.”

“One who's pissed off. Can you think of anyone?”

I inhale. “I could think of a thousand. I've screwed many guys in the same field as me but none was as strong as to have all of us here.”

She considers it silently.

“We have another thing to discuss.”

She thinks for a moment as she arrives at no answer, she looks at me, “What thing?”

“Unlocking his handcuffs when you know a hundred ways it could turn out as a bad idea.” I don't beat around the bush.

“I needed to show him that I trust him to have him do the same. And I don't like being looked down upon.”

“I know you won't stop doing risky things just because I tell you not to. And I won't tell you that. Just promise to give me a heads up before you do something like that again. Deal?” I say, softly.

“Deal. But you have to promise not to talk me out of my stunts.”

“Deal.”

She offers her fist and I bump mine against it lightly.

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I wanna thank @lyon-amore and @itsnotzka for helping me figure Darkness' character. The reason this chapter took me as long as it did is because i was having trouble with Darkness' character because I forgot most of him.

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