Part 8
He moved like a ghost through the manor with the bloody knife clutched in his hand. Every human servant he came across with their glazed eyes too much like his mother's fell to his weapon, adding red to the gore that covered him.
This whole manor, the years he had spent in service to it and its purposes...all for what? For his mother to die? No, the entire manor should be eradicated from existence.
At some point he came across a sword, one possibly meant to be a pretty piece of decoration. It was functional enough, and every person he came across fell with a single swipe. He didn't know where he was going until his body led him to what he recognized to be the master bedroom chambers. Mhoirbheinn pushed open the door, leaving a bloody silver and red handprint smeared against the fine wood.
Inside, the lady of the house sat at a table, wholly unaware of the carnage that had been taking place under her own roof. Her pale eyes settled on him, surprised, then disdainful upon recognizing him, only to turn to horror once she realized the blood that drenched him.
"What are you--" She made to rise, but it was too late. A few quick steps into the room and a single, deep drag of his sword against her throat sent a fountain of silver pouring from the woman's body as her hands flew to her throat. Mhoirbheinn turned and left the room, leaving her to slump lifeless to the floor.
His father's office soon loomed before him, and just as before, Mhoirbheinn pushed open the door. He was only a child, a sheltered pawn, when he first set foot in that office. Just as he had been all those years ago, his father was seated at his desk, the always-present mask on the man's face.
Even with the mask in place, the man's shock was palatable when he looked up to find his youngest standing before him, covered in blood and with a mania in his eyes that would send a shiver down the spine of even the most seasoned soldier. He stumbled to his feet.
"You--! You ungrateful child, what have you done?! What have you done?!"
Staring straight at the man, Mhoirbheinn didn't respond. He simply leapt towards his father, sword gripped tight in his hand.
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Blood dripped from the teen as he settled onto a couch in the sitting room. The sword had been abandoned at some point on the way, its mission done. He doubted he would need it anyways. From the silence that spanned throughout the whole manor, he suspected he had killed every last soul within it.
Well, save himself, of course. Mhoirbheinn stared unseeing into the crackling warmth of the hearth below, fingers idly toying with an ornate signet ring pilfered straight from the finger of his father's corpse. The family ring.
The entire Rathais line, completely eradicated, and all seemingly by a stranger with no ties whatsoever to them. To the entire Unseelie, it would seem as if the ancient noble line had been ended in one violent swoop without a single heir to carry on its prestige. What his father had feared most would come true in the end. Wasn't it hilarious?
Head tipping back, the youth burst into a bout of harsh laughter that echoed throughout the empty manor.
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Phone Dude was attacked by Springtrap when he and the others finally came across the rabbit.
He was awoken from his slumber, incredibly confused and not remembering a lot, and then just immediately attacked Phone Dude in a panic—only to somehow be stopped.
And the other people were like “Hey, maybe we shouldn’t bring this thing after that?? Why don’t we just board it back up??” And Phone Dude just... did not care.
He’s being tended to, and the whole time, he’s just going, “Nah, it’s fine- let’s break the rabbit out to the car :)”
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I went a bit extra with my eye makeup this morning and asked my husband what he thought about my makeup overall (he doesn't know much but he always gasses me up).
Him: It looks really good! Are you wearing... blush?
Me: Yeah
Him: You look really healthy! 😃
Okay thanks 🤣
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so many people are tagging that post on using sinophobia to combat gun violence with "well, if it works" and "its could work". completely missing how, on the face of it its horrific, and also wouldn't work since american exceptionalism attitudes fuel both anyway.
like, clearly people without understanding WHY we keep getting mass shootings, but ready to ok racism if it claims it will stop it.
referencing this post
for real!
tbh I actually didn't remember who David Hogg was when I initially read the post. Survive a school shooting... to, now, market gun control to Ted Cruz (of all people!!) by trying to do a handshake over sinophobia??? another mark on the 'liberals kissing fascists' tally.
idk the specifics of reform(s) that he advocates for, but I'm already distrusting whatever he's selling if he's shipping it out on the cresting wave of hawkish sinophobia. Racial hatred is literally #1 recurring social factor fueling gun violence... wtf man. Serve it up like Mike Minihan, tell your soldiers to be ready to "aim for the head[s]" of Chinese people, I guess.
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