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animeyanderelover · 2 years ago

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How would Yandere Killua, L, Levi, Eren, Kaneki, Chuuya, Dazai and Edogawa Ranpo react to their darling being kidnapped and nearly killed?

I finished D. Gray-Man!

Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, aged up characters, possessiveness, obsessiveness, delusions, paranoia, isolation, manipulation, kidnapping, murder, death

Kidnapped and nearly killed

Killua Zoldyck

🪀Killua's darling has a target on their back considering from which family Killua comes and everyone who holds a grudge against the Zoldyck family would leap at the chance to perform revenge on someone who isn't a professional and highly dangerous assassin. If it wouldn't be for the silver male constantly lurking somewhere near his darling, things would be easier for everyone because he detects harm from miles away and whatever he categorizes as something that will hurt you will be dead by the next day. When it comes to your safety Killua reduces himself to a ruthless killer, though he believes himself to be in the right. He isn't like his family who kills for fun or money, he kills becaus he loves you dearly and wants to protect you. It makes all the difference for him and no one wants this guy coming after their head, believe me when I tell you this!

🪀So as long as Killua is anywhere near you, stalking and protecting you, there is no chance in heaven or hell that anyone would be able to do as much as touch you. An opening is only there when he isn't for once with you which only happens when something really important happens. There isn't much time though and anyone who is aware who your lover is knows that because Killua has learned over time to develop a sixth sense when it comes down to something bad happening. A sudden wave of dread washing over him that churns his stomach up, the uneasiness and stress peeking as this bad feeling takes over and he rushes to your place, praying silently for you to be safe. Instead you are gone, he can't reach you on your phone and it doesn't take long for him to find clues that confirm that you've been kidnapped.

🪀He goes through several stages of emotions. Anxiety, dread, paranoia, fear and a icy rage that fills every cell of his body. Where is his darling?! Are they safe?! Killua tries to rationalize that letting his anxiety get the better of him won't do any good, he has to stay calm and bury his emotions as good as possible so he can think. Time is ticking though as there is this dreadful uncertainty whether or not you're even still alive or if you're being tortured this very minute. Despite this crippling fear, Killua manages to focus quite well since he knows that he will find his s/o again and that the bastards who dared to take you will pay the price. He has experience in collecting hints and hunting down the target. It's just like a murderous hunter going after his prey, a blizzard of hatred and rage storming inside of his heart.

🪀When he finds his darling, all he needs to do is taking in their sweaty and bloody experience before he finally completely switches over with a haunting and hollow look in his eyes. It's just straight out of a nightmare as he slaughters everyone without making even a single noise. Blood is everywhere after he's done and severed limbs lay around but despite it all Killua manages to come out clean, a single splash of red blood on his face the only hint to the small massacre that just happened.

🪀Only after he killed everyone does his anger ebb away and terror and fear takes over as he rushes over to his darling, freaking out even more when he notices their bad condition from up close. With his distrust in people newly awakened, the doctors caring for you after have to be especially careful because one wrong move ends with the fatal loss of one limb if his soulless expression isn't already the stuff from nightmares enough. He never leaves your side once, he doesn't sleep and never drops the threatening aura he emits whenever someone is close, so cold and thick that every breath hurts. You stay only as long as necessary before Killua instantly takes you to him and locks you inside of his house, terrified for your safety. He never held the thought of abducting you very high since he used to be imprisoned himself in his old home but he's incredibly distraught, horrified and paranoid to the point where he starts shedding the one or other tear once he's alone with you. He's convinced now, he can't leave you alone ever again.

L Lawliet

🍰L is very well aware that he risks something when he starts gaining a rapid interest in his s/o and that potential risk only enhances once he starts actively going out of his usual zone to interact with them. At one point stalking them via trackers and cameras he put in every corner of their house isn't enough anymore, he finds himself craving a real human interaction which isn't very common for him. It is a peril yet meeting you in person and talking with you...feels so nice. L experiences something he normally doesn't experience and like a man addicted he finds himself wanting more and more from this feeling, from you. Having to keep his identity a secret from you, indulging in his hobby of stalking you and simultanously protecting you through his stalking become part of his daily schedule, nothing beats meeting you in person though.

🍰It would be difficult to track L and you down once the situation has escalated to the point where he has already abducted you and drags you like this to every single country that needs his assistance. The best shot would be going after s/o if they're still a free person, as free as one can be if their entire house is wired and loaded with cameras. L, as much as he'd love having you all the time by his side, has cases to solve and work to do, moments where he can't watch you for a while. It's sort of ridiculous though, testing a detective who is known to be the best and L, as someone who can't really go on for long without catching a short glimpse of you, notices quickly that something is wrong. You're gone, he can't see you on his screen anymore. No camera is showing you on the footage.

🍰The two dots connect quickly and for maybe just a short moment he is stunned by the fact that someone actually managed to sneak past his security system to the point where he didn't notice instantly. Maybe he is even mildly fascinated if it wouldn't be for the fact that you were just kidnapped which stirs up another unfamiliar emotion inside of him. A feeling of indisposition that makes him physically a bit sick and unpleasant thoughts afflicting his mind. He wants this feeling to go away, wants to have you back safe and sound and so he instantly decides to drop everything else and focus on this current task. There are tons of clues left behind since he is able to get his hands on footage from the entire town and on top of that chances are high that he has a tracker somewhere on you.

🍰This queasy feeling stays throughout the entire ordeal though, even after he has located you and sent the police and reinforcements after you. He even decides to go personally under a fake alias of course, Watari accompanies him. But it is the moment where he catches a glimpse of you being hastily taken into a ambulance and the red and sticky liquid that the true nausea hits him, eyes following the ambulance like a hawk until he lost sight of it. He just stands there frozen for a couple of moments before he finally informs Watari that he wants to see you.

🍰His normal goal is just exposing crimes and passing judgement down on those people, but he's experiencing for the first time the need to manipulate everything a bit more to charge the culprits with more evil than they have already done. His mind is made up from that point on, that he wants to take you with him now because this was too close for his own taste. Things are set into motion after you've reached a stable condition in the hospital. A simple transfer whilst you're still in a condition where you can't put up much of a fight combined with a serum to put you out long enough so everything can play out just like L has wanted it to be. He's already thought of a nice little story to explain your sudden disappearance and has already ordered everything to continue your treatment until you're fully healed. The detective decides to wait for you to wake up after you've arrived, to explain everything to you now. He expects defiance but think about it. Would you be willing to go through the same horror again like you just did? Next time he might not make it in time.

Eren Yeager

👊In Paradise, Eren’s darling is quite untouchable to say the least. The man has his own goddamn cult at this point in time, two rather protective friends who treasure s/o as well and the Titan Shifter himself. Eren is a paranoid man, he has learned that the world isn’t quite what he believes it to be when he was younger and one of the very few pillars he has left now is his darling, a person he clings to dearly. Dangers are everywhere even after Titans are mostly gone and there are only a handful of people he really trust when it comes to you. There are really either two ways someone would want to harm his darling actively. First option would be someone from within the island holding some sort of grudge against Eren or some invader from Marley for whom Eren is the biggest threat to mankind and what better way than to get to him by using you as a bait?

👊There are only that many moments there is a good opening though considering how unwilling Eren is most of the time to leave his darling alone. Most of the time he is glued directly to their side and he is willing to commit homicide against anyone who tries to hurt you. If he isn’t able to be with you because he has to deal with something, he most likely asks Mikasa or Armin to look after you since those are the people he trusts the most. Connor, Sasha, Historia and Jean hold a good amount of his trust as well and the last option, one he discreetly dreads, is asking Floch and the Yeagerists to look out a bit for you. This might seem paranoid in your eyes, but for Eren all of this is necessary to stay sane. When he hears the news though, he suffers a short meltdown and goes into hyperventilation with Mikasa and Armin trying to calm him down.

👊He’s beyond furious as soon as he's calmed down a bit, shaking with rage as fear bubbles up in his stomach as he imagines what you might have to go through in this very moment. Eren can’t waste any time and just storms off like this and anyone who tries to stop him will be yelled at, even if those people would be Mikasa and Armin. Eren is too short-tempered and anxious to wait for any clues, he has to act and find you quickly and his friends and the Yeagerists participate. They all try to stay in contact via signal flares so that everyone knows if someone has found a lead. Whether Eren himself finds your whereabouts or someone else, the moment he knows the direction he is away in his Titan form and at this point he isn’t exactly careful anymore. If it wouldn’t be for Armin or Mikasa who are with him because they know that Eren is currently in a more violent state, he would leave behind a path of fair destruction.

👊He’s already that shortly away from entering a frenzy rage but once he’s arrived at the scene and catches one glance at you, it’s over. Eren completely loses it and lashes out, attacking and crushing everyone he doesn’t recognize as an ally. He’s homicidal, he wants to kill everyone who dared to take you, dared to hurt you and whilst Eren is busily turning people into mush, Mikasa and Armin rush over to escort you away from the bloody scenery unfolding itself right before your eyes.

👊Unfortunately Eren notices this as well and with his mind by now a bit blurry with wanting to gruesomely kill anyone who hurt you and wanting to safe you, he reacts hostile when he sees you being taken away. It’s not like he attacks his friends, he just suddenly moves rapidly over to both of them and snatches you away from them as careful as he can in this form. Only to panic when he finally gets a closer look at your condition, terrified because he doesn’t know what to do and yet also just as frightened of the thought to hand you over. His friends need some time to soothe him enough to start thinking rationally and to bring you to a hospital. As soon as he’s left alone with you, he just bursts out in tears. He actually even starts yelling a bit at you, only because he is on the brink of a emotional breakdown again because he blames himself more than anything for what happened to you. After that experience, Eren seems to glue himself to your side even more than normally and especially whilst you're still healing from the wounds he never leaves you alone.

Levi Ackerman

⚔️Levi...doesn't give off the nicest impression when people meet him at first yet he is insanely protective over his darling. They're the undeniable soft spot this man harbors inside of his heart and that is made obvious with time. Now, Levi is either respected or feared or even both among many since he's someone no one wishes to mess with due to his Ackerman blood. Knowing that he's your partner makes someone think twice whether or not to be rude or do something to harm you because if Levi finds out, and he most definitely will, he will chase the person down and not only force out an apology but also give a warning. It is quite the frightening experience for really just anyone to witness because if looks could murder, Levi would have killed a dozen of people already.

⚔️Despite his protective side, Levi has to leave quite often for missions and since the people he trusts are part of the Survey Corps just like him, you are left alone whenever he has to go on missions or has some business to deal with. A perfect time and the best time because Levi is ruthless himself when it comes to dealing with people who want to harm his s/o. He is a short-tempered man himself and if someone seriously tests their boundaries, he leaves them with broken bones. He's actually a person who doesn't instantly suspect the worst when he comes home and doesn't find you there, as long as there are no hints indicating a fight that is. You have your own life and Levi respects that. Only after some time has passed on and you still aren't back is the moment where he feels that cold shiver going down his spine.

⚔️He asks neighbors about whether they know where you went or not, searches in the places you went today and asks around again. No one has an idea where you are and that is the point where he starts connecting spots and assumes a bad scenario. The cue word for him to head out, armed with his equipment and a queasy feeling in his stomach. He's tried to pinpoint roughly where you were last seen and continue from there. It would have been probably wise from him to ask for some help, the man finds himself in a rush, disturbed with the knowledge that there is a possibility that you were kidnapped. Levi manages to stay for the most part rational and calm though which allows him to discover this one suspicious person that lurks around late at night in the streets, headed for an empty storehouse.

⚔️He follows the man secretly inside and finds you. Tight to a chair, beaten up and wounded. And just like that the silent and suppressed anger he's been keeping under control so far explodes and before the people even get a warning, they get attacked mercilessly by him. Levi actually holds his full furry partially back because otherwise he might end up killing someone. Less out of kindness than his desire to force one of your kidnappers to tell him why exactly they took you before he knocks them out as well. He plans to let the others in on what happened which is why he keeps them alive and ties them up.

⚔️But before that he frees you and instantly rushes to a hospital, scolding you throughout it all for your own inability to walk through the city without getting in trouble. He's in reality quite distraught, the injuries you sustained more severe than he thought and he tries to somehow keep you conscious. After you're in treatment, he informs Hange and Erwin of what happened since he trusts both people the most so they can take care of the pathetic beaten up bunch in the storehouse. He can't catch any sleep at all that night, too wary that possible allies of those gusy will try to take you again, especially if the whole kidnapping thing is connected to followers of the overthrown regime with the fake king. Levi isn't as stubborn as to permanently glue himself to your side like Eren, there is an increased uneasiness to leave you alone for a longer time though, especially since you're still limited due to your injuries. Orders you strictly to take it easy until you're fully recovered and you're chided like a little child when he catches you doing something you shouldn't do in your condition.

Ken Kaneki

🔲Kaneki is one of the most paranoid guys out there, especially since he experienced first-hand how quick things can go the wrong way. It doesn't matter whether you're just a normal person or not, life throws unexpected things at you and the world lets you suffer for something you didn't even do. That's the kind of image Kaneki has from this world by now and he's horrified that his darling will be a victim of this rather ruthless turn of events. Really anything can happen, they could be attacked and killed by a ghoul or be involved in a terrible accident. Kaneki stalks strictly at first, debatting whether or not he should actually take his darling or not. He doesn't really trust himself, fears a terrible rejection and disgust from your side. Why shouldn't you react like this though? He's a monster after all.

🔲Kidnapping could either be just kidnapping or a more interesting scenario behind it. Personally believe that it wouldn't be the doves since they would rather see you as a victim and resolve to protect you. Maybe a ghoul who holds a grudge against Kaneki after he joined the Aogiri Tree? Or just a sadistic ghoul who likes to toy with his victims? Maybe it was even a human. Considering the fact that the kidnapping was successful means that Kaneki wasn't watching you at that time. Words couldn't even comprehend how he felt when he returned later only to find you gone. You weren't home...you were gone. He assumes automatically always the worst, by now he knows your routine pretty well and normally you're always home at this time. So where are you?!

🔲It's a miracle that he doesn't lash out instantly. His chest hurts with a stinging pain and his breath is uneven, somehow he still manages to head out to all the places he knows you usually go on a normal day. There is no sign of you though and the more time passes by, the more this pain inside of his chest intensifies as every breath becomes more difficult to draw in. When he trails the way down you usually take to walk home, he finally spots something that has the blood in his veins running cold. Marks of a fight and your phone, broken on the ground. Silence engulfes his senses for a moment, wrapping it's tormenting arms around him as his mind fills itself with gruesome images. Kaneki becomes more and more undown whilst searching the entire district until a small stroke of luck befalls him.

🔲He smells blood that has his mouth watering shortly before the both you have eye contact. And suddenly his vision turns crimson red and his Kagune pierces the first person. Ghoul or not, Kaneki turns into an absolute madman, ripping apart flesh and bones in a lunatic fashion, his own brain isn't even registering the wounds he sustains in the process. He just keeps on stabbing and stabbing and stabbing until he slowly snaps out of it and realizes that he's standing in the centre of the bloody and bony carnage, a terrified darling staring at him in horror. Something inside of him shatters.

🔲You aren't taken to a hospital like you should, you've seen him and the damage is already done. Instead he brings you to his house despite knowing that he isn’t exactly a medic. As of now Kaneki is unable to trust anyone though, his rational thinking has ceased to function as he can only replay what he just witnessed. Everyone is as of now categorized as a threat, Kaneki winds up trying to take care of you as good as he can. Of course if he would realize that his knowledge isn’t enough and you have suffered too serious injuries, he wouldn’t just let you die. The only option he has left then is going to Anteiku, a normal hospital is out of question since you could tell everyone what you just saw and that would mean you would be taken away from him. That won’t do it for him. Honestly, after this event Kaneki feels almost justified with the fact that he kidnapped his s/o. He was right after all, it’s like the world just wrote in bold words to him that it’s too dangerous for you alone out there. You need him to protect you.

Dazai Osamu

🤎You might not even notice it yourself, but Dazai is quite often around you, more than you’d be comfortable with. What can he say? He adores watching you without you knowing, stalking you is by far his favorite hobby so far. Witnessing you being oblivious to all of it is naively sweet and draws him in even more. Of course stalking alone doesn’t satisfy him enough, he makes his move soon at one point and just worms his way into your life. He aims for your heart and under his sweet and goofy facade hides this terrible man who is willing to get rid off everyone who stays in his way and is willing to emotionally hurt and blackmail you if the end result will be that he has you for himself. Considering his position in the past, he has potential enemies who want revenge. They’re terrified though, they know what a demon Dazai is once he decides to rip his mask off.

🤎If we’re going with the scenario of someone wanting revenge then Dazai’s darling is the perfect target. They’re just a harmless and normal citizen of this town and it’s not like Dazai can constantly smother them and glue himself to their hips. He has a job to do and even if he whines about the fact that he has to leave his love alone, he has made a promise to Odasaku and is still a loyal member of the Agency. It’s easy to kidnap his s/o if they’re left alone since Dazai hasn’t restricted their freedom just yet. He hasn’t been given a reason so far since everything has been going smoothly so far. His happiness is rewarded with your freedom. A bad feeling follows Dazai soon and as soon as he’s back, he’s already trying to call you only to not reach you. Friends and family of yours have no idea where you are either and it’s in that moment that he knows that something bad has happened.

🤎If you still have your phone with you, he might be able to find you quickly since he’s nasty enough to use the tracker app he’s installed to find you. Mainly to know where you are all the time, it would be more than just useful in this situation though. Even if that shouldn’t work, Dazai is still a smart man and can spot small leads and follow them just fine by himself and if worst comes to worst, Ranpo is still there. He doesn’t show it just yet, he’s worried sick though since he suspects if this has to do something with his part in the Port Mafia. If that’s the case, you are in severe danger since such people are never friendly. His anxiety is being accompanied by this truly terrifying and suffocating rage, he almost wants to mock whoever took you away because they just messed up greatly. The place where you’re kept is found a few hours later.

🤎Dazai’s reaction is quite a terrifying one because he acts like a man possessed. Initially he just wants to murder the person who took you, something shatters temporarily inside of him though when he sees the state you’re in. He laughs and cries altogether, a murderous and frenzy look in his eyes and if some members of the Agency aren’t there to stop him, he’ll strangle whoever is responsible for this slowly with a sadistic glee on his face.

🤎The satisfaction is only short-lived though and his darker side fades as soon as he rushes over to you and frees you, stomach churning when he notes all the blood and wounds littering your body. You’re taken to a hospital instantly to be taken care off with Dazai not straying away even once from your side. He’s constantly by your side and as soon as the worst is over and both of you are left alone he tears up again because he is relieved that you’re safe but also feels extremely guilt for what you just went through and also utterly paranoid since he almost lost you. This is the trigger that leads Dazai to the conclusion that you can’t go anywhere alone anymore, he has to be by your side. It starts instantly after you’re out of the hospital that he starts to guilt-trip and manipulate you into letting him go with you and stay with you all the time. He just wants you to be safe, people might still be after you. He’s unbearable and the question remains whether you’ll be able to endure it or not because Dazai is only that far away from locking you away.

Nakahara Chuuya

🟠Chuuya has his reasons to be paranoid, not only because of Dazai. He’s an Executive in the Port Mafia and it is just logical to assume that people who want to know informations about the organization or bribe or blackmail him would automatically use you as a bargain to make a deal with him. It often leads to this typical inner conflict of Chuuya where he is torn apart between his wish to live a normal and happy life with you where he doesn’t have to lock you away or giving you a safe life with the price of your freedom. A normal life sounds to good to be true after all he’s been through and maybe that is why he clings to this idea, wants it so desperately to work so you don’t have to know anything and he can keep you from behind the scenes safe. Between his hotheaded nature and possessive and protective traits he tries to make it somehow work.

🟠He’s a red flag by himself already, messing with his darling never ends well and Chuuya takes always quickly care of someone if they pose to be a possible threat because he can’t and won’t risk anything. Albeit he is clingy, protective and possessive, Chuuya has to go on his own missions and has to do his work. A time where he has to leave and always asks his darling to stay safe. You might see it as a little bit too much worries from his sides but you don’t know what he knows. Honestly, he’s just looking forward to spending the rest of his day with you after he’s finished with work but instead he is greeted with his personal and worst nightmare when he finds the house empty, things thrown around and a few drops of red liquid on the ground. Suddenly he hears his rapid heartbeat drumming in his ears and bile climbing it’s way up his throat.

🟠Where is his darling?! Are they hurt?! Which bastard dared to take them?! Anger is quickly overshadowing everything else and makes his blood boil before he races out of the house. He has to act quickly and has to track you down as soon as possible and that leaves him with few options. Somehow he knows that he can’t just storm off with no clue and so he can only think of two options which will help him to find s/o quicker. The first one is to ask Mori for help since as the leader of the Mafia he has various connections and ways to help track someone down. The second and faster one is asking Ranpo from the Agency for help. Both options are not pleasant for Chuuya, he wants neither to know about you yet he has no other choice. To whom he goes depends on how urgent he is, asking the Detective Agency involves sacrificing more of his ego.

🟠He goes alone anyways since reinforcements would only be in his way. He’s already boiling with rage the moment he kicks the door to the place open where you’re kept, but erupts like a volcano the moment he sees you. He just enters a violent frenzy and goes on a small rampage. Bones are broken, inner organs are damaged and the culprits are by the end either dead or already nearly there, beaten to the point where they’re completely deformed.

🟠On the verge of tears when he frees his darling who is shaken up and crying out of shock and fear. Chuuya tries to comfort them somehow, gives them a needy kiss and tells them that everything will be alright. He’s lying and he knows it, there is no way that he can enable you to live a normal life now and that knowledge just breaks a part of him. He gets you the medical treatment you need with help from the Mafia and after it’s certain that you’re in a good condition, he has to do the part he’s been dreading to do. He has to tell you the truth, or at least part of it, of what he is, for whom he works and what life in the future will be from now on. You will from now on not be able to leave the house without him for a while, you will move to a safer place with him, you will give basically your freedom up for a while. Arguing with him in his current condition might result in him shouting at you because he’s sensitive and overwhelmed right now. He’s terrified for you, upset and disappointed in himself, angry and incredibly hurt. Why can’t you understand that this is the only way to keep you safe?!

Edogawa Ranpo

👓Ranpo is one of the less intense Yandere to have, mainly because he is usually more carefree and laidback. He is confident in his skills and he doesn’t suffer from paranoia and insecurities unless he has a bad feeling. He can be quite annoying though because he has a bit of an ego when it comes to his abilities. He sometimes tells his darling that they should be happy that he spends so much time with them and turns people off by nagging about them and pretty much teasing them and making fun of them for everything. It is the problematic part of him his darling has to endure, especially the fact that he expects his s/o to dedicate almost all of their time to him. He likes to have your company and since he has no sense of direction and is pretty helpless when he doesn’t use his deducing skills, he just wants you to be his personal guide.

👓He doesn’t look intimidating most of the time and if one ignores his snarky and rude tongue, people might not even take him for much as long as they don’t know just who exactly he is. Being his s/o comes with certain threats and even if Ranpo doesn’t look like it, he tends to keep an eye on you sometimes because he knows of those risks. You’re an easy target after all if someone wants to settle something with the Agency. You have no special abilities and don’t spend as much time around the people working for the Agency. The perfect target for anyone who is too afraid to deal with the Agency personally. In that case this person has severely underestimated Ranpo’s skills as a detective or thinks that they will be quick enough to go through with their plan. It starts with Ranpo not reaching you on your phone before he already starts putting the puzzle together.

👓Ranpo finds his ego taking the first blow because he’s upset that he didn’t see this coming sooner and at the same time he starts to panic on the inside since he has a good picture of your current situation. Despite his fear he is still one of the calmest and most rational guys, he informs Fukuzawa and the others quickly about the situation and asks for help. He knows that even if he is a great Detective, physically he isn’t the strongest, doesn’t possess medical knowledge and he can’t safe you alone. His patience sometimes cracks a bit throughout the quick preparations where he tells everyone to be a bit faster. Ranpo is completely serious throughout the entire event, all traces of his usual playful side are completely gone and he is determined to safe his darling.

👓The operation proceeds fast the moment his friends and him break into the place where you are kept. Whoever kidnapped you isn’t prepared for the attack though as Ranpo has pretty much figured out who where is and how to quickly reach the room where you are kept. Ranpo stays as calm as he can even after seeing your condition. He tries to soothe you, tells you that you’re safe now and that Yosano will check on you before you’ll be brought to a hospital.

👓He acts unusually serious and comforting throughout the entire event, unfamiliar for you to witness after you’ve only ever seen his playful and teasing side. Ranpo acts like your pillar of comfort, he constantly is by your side and helps you to calm down if you’re still in shock or afraid and stays in the hospital. The first thing you see when you wake up the next day in the hospital is Ranpo who fell asleep on the chair next to you, lightly snoring. He won’t be able to stay the entire time with you, he keeps visiting you daily though and has by now regained his carefree side in an attempt to cheer you up. He even brings you constantly sweets and shares them with you. Despite this, Ranpo has gotten visibly more protective after there was a serious danger that your kidnapper almost killed you. During your stay in the hospital, he asks if someone can keep an eye on you so that no one will try something like this again and even after you’ve been released, he keeps you around even more. Ranpo doesn’t become quite as paranoid and doesn’t kidnap you, he just monopolizes your time a lot more and has gotten more careful.

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i-cant-sing · 3 years ago

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I'm in love with the idea of baby reader destroying the Zenin patriarchy one zoomie at a time. Imagine baby reader at dinner time asking where the twins' mom is and why she can't be at the table with the rest of them, and Naoya giving that poor excuse that women aren't allowed there. So baby reader is just like "I want to go eat with her!" And after arguing for about the whole duration of dinner, and after baby reader threatened to not eat anything, Naoya begrudgingly lets her go to where the women eat. He's like "whatever" at first, but then the chubby cheek withdrawal starts kicking in, so he's like "screw this" and goes eat with baby reader. Everyone else at the table is shaking their heads at him, but after a couple minutes, they start making up excuses to join baby reader.

"Oh, I should go make sure y/n is safe."

"I need to ensure y/n is eating healthy."

"I... need to make sure y/n breathes properly!" - the grandpa probably

Hmmmm yessssss. Okay let me set the scene for yall:

Its dinner time, and baby Fushiguro is escorted to the table by a maid. All the men are already sitting there, and you take your seat by Uncle Naoya.

The servants are bringing in the food as Naoya makes small talk with you, asking about your day. You tell him you were playing with Aunty Zenin (aka Zenin twins mom) and Naoya nods.

"Where's Aunty Zenin?" you ask Naoya who begins eating.

"In the other dinning room. With the other ladies."

"Why?"

The table falls into silence. Why? The men thought. The answer was always clear, but now that you've voiced the question, they don't know how to explain it to a child without sounding... mean.

How are they supposed to tell you that they don't think their women deserved to eat with them?

"Just eat your food, Y/n." Naoya tried to dismiss you.

"No. I wanna eat with the girls!"

"No. Now eat."

"But Aunty Zenin is there and-"

Naoya slammed his chopsticks on the table, making you jump. He turned towards you, staring you down. "I'm warning you for the last time, Y/n. You're not going to the other dining hall. You're going to eat here with us. Do I make myself clear?"

Naoya used his mean voice with you, the one he usually uses with servants, but rarely with you.

He and the men watched as your mouth formed into a pout and you looked down at your hands, and they could see your eyes get a little watery. But you were Toji's daughter, stubborn as hell, they noticed as you still didn't touch your dinner.

"Y/n. Eat your food." Ranta Zenin, the more soft spoken of the Zenin men tried.

You sniffled. "M' not hungry."

Your stomach growled loudly at that. Making the men smile a bit. At least you had a big appetite like them.

But Naoya was losing patience. "Y/n-"

"You can go." Naobito said, drinking his wine.

"What-"

"You." Naobito called the maid. "Take Y/n to the ladies dining." The maid nodded and held out a hand for you, but you quickly went to Naobito first and kissed his cheek, thanking him, making the older man laugh and pat your head. Taking the maid's hand, you left the room, but not before sticking out your tongue at Naoya, who had a death grip on his chopsticks.

"Why did you let her leave?" Naoya asked, mad that his father had undermined him in front of you.

Naobito only hummed as he sipped his wine. "If you didn't let her go, she would continue to pester you until you did. Its better if she goes now, let her get it out of her system, and she'll come back on her own."

That was what Naobito thought, as did his brothers. Naoya soon realised what his father meant. You'll come back on your own once you realise how bad it was with those soulless women.

But then you didn't join them for breakfast the next day. Or lunch. Or dinner. Maybe you'll come back after the day. But then one day turned into two, then three, then four.

By the sixth day, they were all on the edge. They all missed you, especially the older men since meal time was often the only time they got to spend with you. At least Naoya and Ranta got to be with you when they trained you.

What exactly was happening in that dinning hall for you to not come to them?

"I'm going to take a nap." Naobito said, after only taking a few swigs of his wine. "A little tired today. Enjoy lunch." He said, bidding farewell to the men.

After a few minutes, Ogi Zenin stood up, clearing his throat. "Ugh. The food tastes disgusting. I'm leaving." And the food did tasteless, all because of your absence.

Soon, Jinchi Zenin also left the room, excusing himself that he's got stuff do.

Now, it was just Naoya and Ranta, the latter smirking at the former.

"What are you smiling about?" Naoya asked, agitated.

"You miss her, don't you?" Ranta said, popping another piece of sashimi in his mouth.

"No, I don't. Shut up."

"Alright, if that's what you say, I'll believe you." Ranta said before standing up. "I don't know why you would lie to yourself though. There's no shame in missing Y/n. I mean, I miss her, your father and uncles miss her, you miss her,"

Naobito looked up from his plate, confused. "What do you mean they miss her? And stop saying I miss her. I don't."

Ranta began walking towards the door. "Oh really? Well, where do you think they all are now?"

Naoya frowned at him. He didn't mean- he didn't mean there in the dining room down the hall, did he?

Naoya stood up but Ranta stopped him. "Oh where are you going? I thought you didn't miss her."

"Shut up." Naoya pushed him out of the way and practically sprinted down the hall to the dinning room.

Sliding the door open, he was shocked to see everyone, EVERYONE from the Zenin clan in the room. His uncles were sitting next to their wives, Naobito was sitting in the head chair, drinking his wine and you were sitting in Aunty Zenin's lap, telling her a story you had heard from Naobito.

As it turned out, the ladies dinning room was far more fun than the men's. The women who already loved you, thought you were dumped by their men to their dinning hall. So, they made sure to make you laugh and play with you and tell you stories and do your hair, heart melting at your adorable face. Not to mention, they let you do zoomies in the dinning room.

Before you came along, the women like their husbands, would usually just eat in silence and the entire aura of the room was dark and gloomy. But with you, it was like a firecracker of happiness had went off in the room, lighting anywhere you went with you jolly and carefree nature.

As Naoya stood at the door, feeling betrayed that he was the last one to come while the others were enjoying their time with you. Without a care, Naoya went and plucked you off Aunty Zenin's lap, lifting you up in the air.

The room fell silent as they watched you recognise Naoya and struggle to get out of his hands. Clearly, you were still mad at him.

"Let go!" You said, wriggling in his huge hands.

"Why? Are you still mad at me?" Naoya asked, eyes sharp but a playful glint in them.

"Yes! Let go!"

"Hm, no. But I have a way to fix that." Naoya said, grinning evilly before tickling your sides.

You immediately went into a fit of laughter, telling him to stop.

"L-let go! St-stupid Uncle N-aoya! LET GO HAHAHAHAHA-!"you continued laughing.

"Are you still mad at me?"

"Yes!" Naoya continued tickling you, smiling at the way you were getting red.

In the middle of laughing and trying to escape him, your hands managed to catch Naoya's hair, and you tugged hard, making him finally stop.

"Stop! Fine, I'm not mad at you anymore." You said, trying to catch your breath.

Naoya smiled, rubbing his scalp where'd you tugged his hair. "Good." He said, before kissing your fat, chubby cheeks.

God, he missed them.

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bunnirs · 4 years ago

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Yandere! Gon and Killua with a S/O who tries to leave

Requested by: Anon!

“I don’t know if you do any yandere stuff but if you do I was wondering how would yandere killua and gon react to thier s/o trying to leave them for Accidentally Cheating. Thx love your blog”

First Gon and Killua request!! I’m so excited! For the sake of all things holy, ALL CHARACTERS WILL BE AGED UP A BIT. especially with the cheating thing 👉👈 UMM ALSO THIS IS MY FIRST EVER YANDERE TYPE THING SO IM SORRY 😭

Gon:

Alright this dude doesn’t see anything wrong with the fact that he cheated

HE THINKS ITS NORMAL??

And to think you’d get so upset over him ‘cheating’ on you??

He would never! He was just being ‘nice’ to one of tourists of Whale Island

A little to nice.

He’s the type of Yandere that thinks what he does is completely fine! He thinks he’s doing the right thing!

So that’s where you had enough.

Gon was a lunatic and you had to get away

Maybe you’d call Leorio or Kurapika, they’d help you

That’s all you had to do

Get to a pay phone and dial Leorio or Kurapika

So while Gon had left to do God knows what..

You packed your shit and walked out the door

Surprisingly.. you got to the pay phone rather easily

Your paranoia had shot up with the risk of getting caught

Like 📈📈📈📈📈

You made the decision to call Kurapika. He was more serious with this stuff.

You waited for Kurapika until it was dark out

But he came all the same

But you hadn’t expected to see Gon right behind him

That’s right. Gon had said something about visiting Kurapika. Shit.

You were an idiot not to pay closer attention

Fuck fuck fuck he looks mad

His eyes were avoid of anything,,,

His soulless hues stared into your own, and you felt like you could throw up

Kurapika seemed rather worried, asking what happened while Gon was gone

You couldn’t tell him about Gon being a psycho

He wouldn’t believe you.. right?

You made the choice in saying that someone had tried to hurt you, and with Gon away, you didn’t know what to do

Kurapika sighed and said he’d get a hotel and would scout the island for any suspicious behavior,,,

But he didn’t know that Gon WAS the culprit.

Soon after that, you went home with Gon.

“....You lied to him, Y/N.” There was a pregnant pause before your name, almost like it was hard for him to pronounce. “You never lie.”

“...Gon....” You said quietly, not prepared for whatever the hell he was going to say.

“Is this about the woman?” Gon narrowed his eyes at his feet, which moved as the both of you took the road to his house.

“No I just-“ you went quiet, not knowing what to say. Make something up. Fast. “I just wanted to.. get away from the island a bit.”

“Get away?” Gon’s dark expression changed into one of confusion. “Do you not like it here?”

“No! I like it here!” You said abruptly, your eyes widening. “It’s just, I was thinking of visiting my parents! See what they’re up too!” You nervously laughed, praying he didn’t notice your smile faulter.

“...Oh well...that’s easy.” Gon smiled at you, and for a second, you thought you did something good. “They’re up to nothing.” His eyes darkened, his smile widening a bit.

“Nothing?” You questioned, confused.

“They’re dead.” Gon hummed. “They kept trying to get in my way.. so I put them out of their misery. They missed you a lot.. and kept saying I kidnapped you! Which isn’t true right?”

You didn’t say anything. Nothing at all. The only thing that escaped your mouth were the harsh sobs, which seemed to shake your whole body. You fell to the ground, the rough asphalt slicing your knees, the stinging couldn’t compare to the state your heart was in.

“...Oh..” His voice lowered, the slight evidence of worry laced his tone. “.....Can you not speak..?” He grabbed your hand, kneeling before you.

You smacked his hand away, falling onto your back. “G-get the hell away from me!” You screamed, your hands slipping on the bloodied gravel below you. You kept trying to stand up, but it seemed that gravity pushed against you even harder than before. “Go away! For gods sake just leave me alone!”

He stared at his hand for about a minute, his mouth wide and agape. “Leave.. you alone? While your upset?” He seemed hurt, his eyes swelling up, tears appearing. “What kind of boyfriend would I be if I left you like this! You’re hurting!”

“Because of you! I’m HURTING BECAUSE OF YOU!” You screamed in his face, somehow gaining the strength to sit up.

“.......I didn’t hurt you! I would never hurt you!” His voice gained in volume, almost like he was panicking. “I just did what was best for both of us!”

“You did what was best for you!” You shoved your finger into his chest, your nail almost bending due to the pressure. “You never think about me! You force me to stay with you! I never wanted something like this! I-“

“Shut up.” Gon said suddenly, shadow overcasting his facial features. “Everything I do is for you... don’t you dare say it isn’t!” His hand quickly grabbed your wrist, the sickening sound of bone being crushed seemed to echo in your ears.

“Y-you’re hurting me... right now... you’re hurting me..” you whispered, trying your best not to cry even more. Your head already hurt from the screaming, the pain adding to your desire to pass out.

“You don’t know real pain.” He said coldly. “But you’ll find out soon.”

That’s all you heard before you eyes seemed to close, your body falling forward into someone’s warm embrace, the air being knocked out of you.

“But everything I do... is for you.. Y/N.”

Killua:

Thing is I don’t see him cheating :(

He’s so closed off as is, so it’s surprising he’s in love with you anyway!!

He’s definetly the Yandere who thinks that you need him

Like you’d be in danger without him

He’s definitely convinced himself that you’d die if you weren’t with him

And that makes him so friggin sad

He wants you to be happy

But he wants you to be safe first.

So, if you try to escape, that’ll make him even more broken inside

He’s a tragic yandere tbh

Wants to give you happiness and love, but he can’t let you out of his sight 😭

So you probably try to leave when he kills someone that was close to you

Probably a guy friend of yours

He felt like he was dangerous, and couldn’t have him taking you away

So he murdered him on the spot with a quick hand through the heart, his nails bloodied.

That was the last straw. You were living with a murderer.

How you would get out? You had no idea

You were in the Zoldyck Mansion. Locked away.

If anything, you could try talking to Canary. She liked you. A lot.

So that’s what you did. You told Canary everything.

She believed you almost immediately. She knew the Zoldycks were cruel... Killua included, no matter how much she liked him.

She’d try to smuggle you outside the gate

Hopefully the security guard would understand

That’s what got you here, standing from right inside the testing gate, Killua before you.

Canary was long gone. She had to stop the butlers from following you.. so you were alone.

“....What are you doing so far from home...?” He questioned, his eyes widened at the sight of you with bags in your hands. “It’s dangerous out here.”

“Killua, we’re inside the gate. You know it’s plenty safe out here.” You narrowed your eyes, nails digging into the leather holsters of your bag. You couldn’t back down now. “Besides, I can protect myself if need be.”

“.....Of course you can. I don’t doubt your abilities.” Killua rolled his eyes, his attitude returning to normal. “I wouldn’t date someone who can’t protect themselves.”

“....Then why don’t you act like that?” You felt a pang in your chest. He made it seems like you were weak.... He made it seem like you were helpless. Why would he do that?

“Act like what? Protective? I can’t do that?” He questioned, his defensive tone making itself clear.

“That is not what this is.” You countered, stepping back a bit. “You know this isn’t you being protective! You act like I’m fragile! Some glass vase that’ll break if someone pushes me to hard! I’m not! I’m a professional hunter just like you!”

“...You don’t act like it.” He pouted, shoving his hands in his pockets.

“How can you be so childish right now!? This is why I need to leave!” You stepped forward, your voice gaining in volume.

“...Leaving is a need? Are you sure you just don’t want it?” He stepped towards you, his voice getting low. He was definitely getting pissed off now.

“I haven’t been outside the gate in years Killua! You know how ridiculous that sounds?! Last time I interacted with someone from outside this gate, you fucking murdered them! He was my friend!”

“He was trying to hurt you!” Killua responded, his eyes darkening. “He was inviting you outside the gate! And by yourself no less! He could’ve hurt you!”

“Going out the gate isn’t a death sentence! I need fresh air Killua! I need to see people!” You continued to yell, throwing your hands up in the air dramatically, the bag in your hand almost being flung off to the side.

“You see my family everyday! They’re people!” Killua scoffed. “barely...” he muttered to himself, getting lost in thought.

“What if I don’t want to see your family anymore?! What if I don’t want to see you?!” You gasped right after the words left your mouth, hands covered your lips, almost in disbelief of what you had just said.

As your thoughts consumed you, you felt a slight pain in your abdomen, your body falling to the ground. Your bags cluttered around you, creating what ironically looked like a crime scene. He had just pushed you. That’s never happened before.

Killua stood above you, his eyes pulsating with dark intent, his aura covering for what seemed like miles. “....Don’t you ever say that!” He yelled out, tears almost appearing in his empty voids. “I might believe it one day! That you don’t need me anymore!” He grabbed the collar of your shirt, so his eyes could look into yours. “I can’t lose you like everyone else! Don’t leave me behind! I used to think you needed me but now I think it’s the other way around!” He cried out, tears threatening to spill. “I have to protect you with everything I have! I’ll continue to kill the people who try to take you away! So please don’t make this hard! I know you want to leave! I understand! But that can’t happen!”

You were quiet, your body feeling limp as he had hit a sensitive point on your body. “O-okay...” you muttered out, tears brimming the corners of your eyes. “I’ll stay.... I-“

Before you can finish, Killua hugged you tighter than ever before, knocking the air out of you. You felt like you could pass out, that feeling soon coming to reality as black dots filled your vision. He had somehow managed to manipulated you again. His worry getting the best of you.

Curse you for being so damn sympathetic.

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narrators-journal · 4 years ago

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The final step

This is it boys! The final part! After this, I have no other fic to post, so I’ll probably return to original work or silence lol. But! I’ll try to post what I can to feed ya’ll content!

cw: descriptions of murder, Hint o’ Hisoka, reader’s pregnant

Previous part: here

First part: here

Illumi spent a while helping you pack before the butlers he'd requested showed up, than he returned to his home across the street to pack up as well. After all, with you now on the track to marry him, he would no longer need the home. Though, maybe we could keep it, and use it as something of a vacation spot to escape mother's unrelenting nagging. He mused.

While he was shoving his clothes into his bag and mulling over that option, he spoke to said mother, or, more-so half listened to Kikyo squeal and giggle in pure delight at the news of your pregnancy. "Mother, please refrain from shrieking in my ear," he said when his excitable mother had to stop for breath, "I'm sorry dear, but this is such good news! Your father and I were hoping this woman would prove to be a good wife, and while I will say it's a little soon for a baby, this is good news nonetheless!" She squealed, making the assassin huff, "I know, I should've waited until after I'd married her to consummate," Kikyo about blew a raspberry at his words, making him blink, "Illumi, we don't care if you decide to have sex before you get married. My only concern is that this woman isn't the right one for you." she said, "Your father would prefer that you choose a woman a bit more suited for our line of work, but if she's really as submissive as you described, I'm sure she'll be a fine addition to the family. Oh! And I'm sure your child will be absolutely adorable! I can't wait to put little booties on them, and absolutely dote on them like you no longer let me do-" "Mother," Illumi said, though his mother knew despite his monotone voice that he was annoyed. "Well, you don't." she sniffed before changing the subject. "Anyway, when are you bringing her home? I want to meet her already!" she said, going into a bit of a rant over his failure to even show Kikyo a picture of you, but her son was no longer listening. Instead, Illumi's attention was turned to his surroundings, his senses on high alert from the waves of malicious intent he felt so suddenly from the direction of your home. "Mother, was Hisoka released?" Illumi asked, his mother's voice dying at the palpable tension coming through the phone, "I believe so? Your grandfather was apparently sick of the creep, so he had him thrown out." she offered a second before Illumi hung up. In a flash, the assassin was across the street at your home, his needles at the ready. As soon as he set foot in the house, the assassin was greeted with the familiar scent of blood hanging in the air like a heavy blanket and a silence that ate at his nerves. Your home was quiet. too quiet. It about drove the assassin insane with the possible reasons behind the lack of life. Of course, the butlers that were tasked with helping you pack your clothes were dead, so that helped to explain the stifling quiet, but the sight of the help mercilessly slaughtered didn't justify the way Illumi's heart raced and a strange feeling gripped at his throat until he felt he couldn't breathe. The only time that feeling seemed to finally leave, only to be replaced with wrath, was when the casually dressed assassin slipped into your bathroom, his needles poised to be thrown, and he was met with the one person he didn't want to see inside of your home. "Hisoka." he hissed, his dark eyes narrowing and his aura reflecting the heated rage that boiled his blood at the sight of the brightly colored magician, who turned to look at him lazily, frowning as if the soulless man was as equally unwanted as the pink haired man was, "Before you maul me and get no answers, I didn't hurt your precious (y/n)." He assured, plucking one of his signature playing cards and licking the blood of a butler from it before continuing "I believe she crawled out of the bathroom window. So, I suggest you go get her back before you focus on me. Don't want her to get too far away now, do we?" The magician pouted, knowing damned well Illumi wouldn't bother with him after that news, which meant Illumi wouldn't be fighting him, yet. The assassin did, in fact, leave the magician at your house, going out instead to find you. If the help wasn't so fucking incompetent this would be a lot easier. He thought as he forced his wrathful aura into zetsu while he coldly rushed by the corpses and returned outside to prowl down the chilly streets of town, turning that edgy, strangling, anxiety feeling in his throat into energy to fuel his possessive hunt for his wife, his property. On the bright side of the situation though, you were nothing compared to the dark-haired predator, so he had that to cool his unhinged emotions before running into you. You were a recluse, you likely didn't know your way around town that well, so your trail was pretty obvious. In times of life threatening danger, people, more-so women, usually went to crowded areas after all, and you didn't know of many places that would offer help, so you were likely going to head to your grocery store. Knowing that, Illumi was able to get ahead of you, scooping you up before you could slow from a mad dash fuelled by mortal terror to a speed at which you could avoid slamming into the hunter's chest. "(y/n)," he growled, shaking you once, firmly, to put a stop to your flailing and squirming, "I am this close to jamming one of my needles into your brain. STOP IT." He ordered, the force of slightly panicked rage in his words making you freeze and stare up in terror at him with your wide (e/c) eyes. For a few seconds you stared at one another, your form squished to his in an inescapable grip while his soulless eyes glared down at you until you finally burst into tears. "Please! Just let me go!" You plead, your voice quivering with barely restrained sobs, so he took a deep breath and ran his thumb down your already tear-stained cheek, "Why would I do that? I'm only trying to keep you and our baby safe." he reminded you, but you shook your head vigorously, making bits of your (h/l), (h/c) hair stick to your face, "You're scaring me! Please let me go, I'm begging you Illumi." you cried, trying to shake his comforting hug off, "I thought you loved me," he said, not releasing you even when your upset tantrum stuttered to a stop. For a moment, you seemed conflicted, but than closed your eyes and tried to kick him to no avail, "I...I don't know anymore. You've...become so scary recently, I have to p-put my own well being ahead of any shallow attraction." you sniffled, digging your nails into his t-shirt. He brushed a strand of hair from your (s/c) face as you shook against him "(y/n), I would never do anything to harm you or our baby unless you force me to. Just behave and act like you did before figuring out you were pregnant, everything will be okay." he assured, making his voice as comforting, soft, and loving as he could manage to try and sooth you. Thankfully, he could see the fear and rebellion in your (e/c) eyes dim, returning to their usual, gorgeously submissive state. After that, you only gave one final attempt at escaping his arms before finally giving up. "Good girl, (y/n). Now, let's go home. My mother is about to implode in her excitement to meet you." After that, Illumi returned to the house he had bought for his bag of clothes, then made a beeline for the Zoldyck estate. On the trip there, the long haired assassin tried to make you happy, providing you food, comfortable places to sleep when need-be, and finding you little gifts related to your hobbies to try and entertain and make you smile. He could tell that you were still uncomfortable with him, but you slowly began to warm back up to him when your human need for companionship demanded it. However, the one thing he couldn't save you from or prepare you for, was Kikyo. The woman about tackled Illumi when he pushed open the testing gates, but as soon as you were through and safely on Zoldyck land with your husband protectively at your side, his mother began her fussing. "She looks so ill! Illumi, did you make sure she's physically healthy?" "She's not much to look at, maybe if she tried more make-up and clothes that fit her better?" "Illumi, where are her things? Did you just snatch her up off of the street while she was pregnant?!" The only thing that saved you and Illumi from his mother's judgements and chiding was a firm look from his father, Silva, who was making a rare appearance to greet you in a much calmer manner. "To answer your questions, I will get the family doctor to look her over, and her things had to be left. A threat came up and I needed to bring her here before harm befell her, so I will need to buy her new clothes." The dead eyed assassin assured his mother, who obviously had more hen pecking to do, but she refrained under the stern look of her husband. After that, Illumi got you nicely settled in to his bedroom, and while you did put up some more of a fight over staying there, you mostly accepted your role as his wife-to-be and mother of his child rather easily. He knew you were simply acting out from your hormones and the stress of your situation, so he did his best to keep his temper with you. "It'll be okay (y/n), once you get comfortable here, we'll be happy." Illumi soothed one night after one of your bouts of sobbing and fighting to escape while he sat, cross-legged with you in his lap and his hands rubbing your belly. You weren't showing much yet, but it still pleased him greatly to now have his wife and child safely at home. That's right, he thought, letting a rare smile spread across his usually unreadable face, you're home now, (y/n)...

#Illumi #yandere illumi x reader #x reader #yandere #hisoka #hxh #hunter x hunter #part 12 #quotev #fanfiction

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dr-spencer-reids-queen · 4 years ago

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Extreme Aggressor: Part One

Pairing: Eventual Spencer Reid x Reader

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: canon violence, canon language, woman gets killed in an alley, talk of strangling and stabbing a woman

Summary: Jason Gideon is called back from a six-month leave from the Behavioral Analysis Unit to profile a killer. Meanwhile, the team flies across the country to Seattle when another young woman goes missing at the hands of "The Seattle Strangler," another serial killer.

Author’s Note: Here is it finally! After hard work, it is finally ready for your viewing pleasure! Please, feedback is always appreciated so let me know what you like about it and what you didn’t!

I do not own anything from Criminal Minds. All credit goes to their respective owners. If there is any warnings that exceed the normal death/kills from the show, I will list them. If you’ve seen the show, then it’s the same level of angst unless otherwise stated.

So without further ado, please enjoy!

"The belief in a supernatural source of evil is not necessary. Men alone are quite capable of every wickedness." - Joseph Conrad

Not everyone knows this but each and every person has an aura around their body as if it hovers to remind people like you that they have things to hide. Not many people can see and do what you can do, but then again, you don’t want them to. All your life, you have been able to connect with people on a much deeper level than the average human. Those auras contain energies that you are able to connect with, therefore see more than what the normal eye can.

This ability that you have has gotten you in places you should never be. It’s gotten you where another dare not to venture. It’s allowed you to see the true intention and personality of a person no matter how high and thick their walls may be. Now, some people are better at hiding their true selves than others, but you always manage to figure out what makes them tick.

Your abilities have captured the attention of a really great friend, Jason Gideon. When he figured out the thing you could do, he knew you would make a great addition to his team. Granted, he was on a “summer break” so to speak, but he would be more than happy to give you a recommendation. It’s not that you didn’t want to work for the FBI, you just didn’t know if you would be good enough.

Never have your abilities let you down even if they didn’t always give you want you wanted. No one really knew what you could do, not even your family. It made you feel like a freak, like you never belonged anywhere since all you could do was see on the soulful plane. Maybe the BAU would benefit from having you on board, but would you benefit from having the BAU on your side? Your father always told you never to join any kind of government work, and at the time, he gave a good enough reason to keep you away. Something about them always taking jobs right from underneath everyone’s noses, and you believed him when you were a kid.

Now, not so much.

It was hard to when all you saw was death wherever you go. You didn’t ask for this ability, but you got it, and it was your responsibility to help as many people as you could with it until the day you die. That was the only reason why you were considering taking Jason up on his offer. There was still some hesitation on your shoulder, and you thought a walk would do you nice.

The crowded city rushed on without you, but you only had one thing on your mind. It was the busiest part of the city, but you liked walking through there once in a while. Everyone’s thoughts and feelings came to light when they were in a rush. It bombarded you and often overwhelmed you, but nothing overcame the sickening feeling you got in your stomach when you stepped on Jefferson Rd.

The energy in the air swirled around you, but it wasn’t energy from the people around you; it was from the dead. Even spirits leave energy behind when they pass which allow people like you to snatch it up to figure out their story. The way it works is that you become so overwhelmed with the emotions and the energy that you begin to see some of the last moments that spirit went through before it passed. You are allowed to see it based on how well you connect with it.

Some people have called you being psychic while other people called you a witch. Being an empathetic person helped you see the picture clearly. Not always will you get a clear one, and sometimes, you may not even get a full body. It’s whatever the spirit left behind and wanted you to see. They laid down the stepping stones, and it was up to you to be able to pass them.

Standing still in the middle of the sidewalk, you looked to your left to see a woman appear out of thin air. She was a bit transparent which is how you were able to spot the difference between an energy source and a real human. She was maybe in her mid-twenties, and she was jogging with headphones in. She passed by you without a second glance, and everyone around you seemed to disappear since the only person you were able to focus on was her.

She jogged for a few more seconds when a black apparition came out of the alley not far from you. The black shape grabbed at the woman, but you needed to replay that scene over if you wanted to connect with his spirit. Sometimes, when a picture isn’t clear, you have to replay the mini silent movie over and over again until you can either get a clear picture or you knew that you weren’t getting anything more.

As if you had a remote in one hand, you pressed it which rewound the action. The woman jogged backwards past you to where she first emerged, and you hit the play button. Just like before, she jogged past you, minding her own business when the black shape came at her. This time, he was a bit clearer. Repeating this process over and over again, you watched the woman get kidnapped about twenty more times before you could see the exact details of the man’s face.

He grabbed her and pulled her into the alley, but you couldn’t seem to move. The clearer the picture, the stronger the energy. The stronger the energy meant the event you watched happened recently. The longer the event goes unsolved, the less amount of energy you are able to connect with.

Something happened in that alley, but you dreaded going anywhere near it. However, this woman’s story was untold, and her spirit won’t rest unless someone tells it for her. Taking a deep breath, you looked at the busy street and suddenly remembered that you were in the middle of a city with a bustling amount of people around you.

Pushing past the crowd, you made your way to the alley until you were completely alone as the rest of the world left the single girl who was in the alley alone. There was one particular spot that drew you in, and you took a few steps towards it before getting another vision. The man jammed a knife into the woman’s abdomen, and you gasped when you felt her emotional pain. Being an empath is really hard work since you had more than yourself to worry about.

The woman dropped to the ground with a loud thud, and the man kept stabbing her over and over again until she was way past dead. Once he was satisfied, he took the murder weapon with him and fled the scene, running right past you to do it. It took everything in you to look away from his eyes despite your body telling you to do so.

The noise of the busy city drowned out the sound of a body thumping on the ground, and you crept to the area where she was stabbed. Instead of a body, there was a thick blue tarp covering the ground. It looked like a body was underneath it, but it could be trash. Please let it be trash. Please let it be trash. Picking up the end of the tarp with your gloved hand, you peeked underneath it to see wide soulless eyes staring at you.

The shock overwhelmed you, and you dropped the tarp in shock. Tears threatened to escape your eyes, but if it wasn’t for you, this woman probably would have never been found—or, at least, not right now. From what you could gather, the body was still fresh with only sight signs of decaying. If you called the police now, they might be able to find her killer.

Taking out your cellphone, you dialed 911 and put in an anonymous tip before getting the hell out of there. It didn’t take long for first responders to arrive on scene, and you watched from the deli across the street as they uncovered her. She was found because of you. She is going to get justice because of you.

That was all the evidence you needed to make your decision.

Taking out your phone once more, you called your dear and beloved friend. It took him three rings to pick up.

“Jason, it’s me, Y/N. I’ll take it.”

Gideon was sucked back into the BAU on a case after he needed to take some time for himself. He was involved with a bomber that took out one hostage and six agents, so you could understand why he requested for your help. He trusted you to aid this team in finding a killer, especially when he saw what you can do first-hand. It was hard to explain your abilities to someone who couldn’t possibly understand, but you knew you had to since he had a jet full of his other teammates.

It didn’t take long to get to the airport where the jet was waiting, and before you ascended the stairs, you could feel everyone’s emotions—impatient, curiosity, calmness, and eagerness. They were all waiting for you, and you needed to show them that you belonged on their team. Walking on the jet, all heads turned at the new presence. Gideon stood up and approached you with a welcoming smile on his face.

“It’s good to see you again,” he stated.

“Well, you needed me. Here I am,” you nodded, looking at everyone else on the jet.

The person you noticed first was what you assumed to be the second person in charge. He had almost black hair and a hard gaze since he didn’t really like newcomers. The next person was a black male who emitted impatience since he just wanted to get in the air. The last person was a scrawny young male which is where the curiosity was coming from.

“Y/N, this is my team. Agent Aaron Hotchner, Derek Morgan, and Dr. Spencer Reid.”

“Spencer Reid?” you asked, and the young man perked up at the sound of his name. “Sorry, but I’ve read everything you have ever written especially Identifying Non-obvious Relationship Factors Using Cluster Weighted Modeling and Geographic Regression. You have a very intelligent mind.”

“Thank you,” he smiled, clearly impressed that you read his work.

“Guys, this is my good friend Y/N that I’ve asked to help us on this case.”

“Is she FBI?” Hotchner asked.

“Not exactly.”

“I am what’s known as an empathetic psychic. If ‘witch’ makes you sleep better at night, then call me that. I see things that most people are not able to see. I connect with people’s energies, especially the dead. Believe it or not, I see events that lead up to someone’s death due to the energy and the spirit they leave behind. The more recent the event, the stronger of a picture I get. It doesn’t always give me what I want, but it always provides me with what I need. I’ll be a valuable asset to this team.”

“I already approved it with the board. She has her firearm qualification and she passed the academy with flying colors,” Gideon sided with you.

“We need to get going. We’ll see how you do on this case,” Hotchner nodded.

With that, the plane was off. It wasn’t until the pilot let you know it was safe to move around the cabin that everyone start to talk about the case.

“His first victim was Melissa Kirsh—stab wounds and strangulation,” Spencer read from the file.

“Wait, wait. Back up. Back up,” Derek interrupted. “He stabbed her and then strangled her to finish her off?”

“Other way around,” Gideon cleared his throat before turning to you, the hopefully newest member of the team. “Why do you think he started using the belt with the second murder?”

“Strangulation with your bare hands is not as easy as one would believe,” you said, earning a few stares from the others. You knew it would take some time for them to get used to you, especially when they didn’t even know you. The fact that you’re with them is because you’re friends with Gideon. “He tried and probably found that it took too long so he stabbed her instead and realized it would be hours cleaning up the blood.”

“Next time, our boy's got a method—the belt,” Derek added.

“He's learning and perfecting his scenario. Becoming a better killer,” Gideon stated.

“So, Y/N, where did you learn about profiling?” Hotchner asked, taking a break from the case.

“I have a PhD in Criminal Justice with a sole focus on profiling. Another one in Psychology which better helps me connect with others. I thought Gideon told you all of this,” you asked, looking at your friend.

“How old are you, if you don’t mind me asking?” Spencer asked.

“Twenty-three. Well, I turn twenty-three in a few months.”

“Wow, I’m impressed. How did you get two PhD’s at your age?”

“How’d you get three at yours?”

“I’m a genius with an eidetic memory.”

“Yeah, well, I worked my ass off to get where I am so just know that you’re not letting just anyone on this jet with you. I’d be happy to prove myself to you guys. I’ve been doing it since I could read.”

“There’s a few more of us you still have to meet,” Hotchner stated.

“Lucky you, Reid,” Derek grinned. The young doctor stared at his friend in confusion. “You’re not the youngest one here anymore.”

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vesuvian-american-fics · 4 years ago

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True Bloodlust Ch 10

The Hunt Begins

Finally, that violence and blood you've been craving is finally gifted. It's high time you show your true worth to the Phantom Troupe, and your worth to Feitan. (AO3)

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Itching with anticipation, in unison Feitan, Phinks, and Nobunaga scooch to the edge of their seats watching everything play out on the plasma screen before them. Feitan stared at the television with ever-growing focus, his aura growing more intense by the second. Phinks and Nobunaga shared a glance at each other, smirking inwardly at how Feitan was losing his usual composure over you.

Back at the gala, you too were itching with anticipation. Fidgeting and unable to stay still, Shalnark slinked his muscular arm around your waist and pulled you near.

“You scared?” He whispered teasingly.

“Hell no! I want something to happen already.” You whisper screamed in response. Back at the base Chrollo shook his head, humming contently to himself at your words.

“Much like Uvogin,” he thought to himself. Down the hall the rest of the Spiders gave quiet commentary, making bets and guesses on your ability and its limits.

“I don’t care what they can do, so long as they pull their own weight.” Machi comments, attempting to seem uninterested in the little game her comrades were making out of this.

“Jealous already, Machi?” Hisoka purred into her ear after lifting a pink lock of hair out of his way. Machi swatted his hand away before returning her attention to the screen.

“I’m not jealous, jeez. I’m just not making a game out of something so serious. They’re clearly inexperienced when it comes to stealth.” Machi analyzed your body language, only an idiot would be able to ignore your bloodlust, you can’t even hold yourself still.

“Ooh~ I understand, you’re worried about your new friend?” Hisoka says, an air of delight melting into his words. He leans back onto his hands, stifling his giggles at Machi’s flushed cheeks and muttered words.

“Pay attention.” She spat, ending the conversation abruptly. Machi came to like you pretty quick, you were excitable, but still there was a weakness she couldn’t quite pinpoint about you. She’d hate to see you die so soon. You need discipline to make it in the Spiders. She hopes you aren’t as disposable as you seem right now.

Truthfully, many of the other Spiders, Phinks and Nobunaga including were having the same thoughts. Were you capable? Was the reason you were so quickly allowed into the Phantom Troupe because you were going to die on your first mission so it didn’t matter?

Yes, that was exactly what Chrollo figured would happen. In truth, the reason the Glam Gas Land Mafia are at the gala in waves this evening is because Chrollo Lucilfer himself had them hired. For if you and Shalnark are to fail, Chrollo still wins a check at the end of the night. He loses nothing from this bet. However, if you prove yourself, he gains the check and a new member strong enough to have earned their spot amongst the Spiders.

If this task proves too much for Shalnark alone, he’ll send Feitan and the others for back up and kill everyone in attendance, despite the initial call for no violence. Chrollo simply can’t lose a thing in this scenario. It’s entertaining for one.

…

“Well, you got your wish. Someone’s coming this way, act normal.” Shalnark warns inconspicuously. It was true, to you and Shalnark’s left was a large burly man, shaved head and a menacing ragged scar decorating his sharp strong jaw.

He had to be just shy of Franklin’s height, you imagined. He trudged fourth, a stern look on his face. He’s what you would imagine a caveman to look like, strong brow bone, a permanent scowl. Intimidating to most but an intriguing challenge to you.

His hulking figure cast a shadow over your form, your eyes panned up to evenly hold his stare. Almost as if you two were testing each other’s strength though shared eye contact, but something about your eyes were so sinister and empty the stranger had to look away.

Your smirk spread just a fraction wider at that small win, Feitan’s smirk mimicked yours little did you both know. Nothing got past his keen eye, he noticed the way the Mafia man shivered under your piercing gaze, Feitan only wished he could see that look in person.

However, before he could have anymore lewd imaginations the man before you finally spoke, addressing Shalnark.

“You two don’t look like you’re from around here...” He says, cracking his knuckles to look threatening.

“We’re not.” Shalnark responds slyly, giving a soft smile that his big round eyes match perfectly. You smile as well, and it would look more genuine if not for your narrowed soulless eyes.

“Hm. Well, outsiders weren’t welcome.” He grunts back, nodding to his other men to come join him. Two more large men, nearly identical to the first circle around you both.

“How’s about we go talk in private?” The man asks smugly.

“Sounds lovely.” You coo, following after the man dutifully. The two of you are led away from the main ballroom and closer towards the back of the building, empty and abandoned corridors at every corner. Perfect for the job that lies ahead.

The further away you walked the more men you noticed filing in behind you both. Shalnark wasn’t necessarily nervous but he was beginning to understand that this job would become more difficult than he’d like to admit. You however, were feeling giddy. Finally, a real job, bloodshed, a fight, something you’ve longed for for so long. Only thing that could make it better were if Feitan were present. You wanted nothing more than to fight along his side, to impress him further.

But for now, tonight, you needed to focus and show your worth to your new Boss. Without stealing a glance behind you, at lightning speed your nailed sharpened with channeled nen and you sliced a small cut on the back of the Mafia boss’s neck.

To the untrained eye your movements were too fast to detect, simply looking like a trick of the light to the men following after you, if they caught that at all. You made sure to show the camera that was situated in your fake glasses the small drop of cherry red blood before ingesting it. You hummed at the flavor; it was sweet like candy.

You desperately wanted more from him.

Behind you, Shalnark has already stuck 2 pins in the men directly behind you. That leaves just ten men here that are free of being controlled for the time being. The Mafia Boss opened large double doors at the end of the hallway that led outside of the fancy hotel the gala was being held at.

The brutes filed out after you both and surrounded you and Shalnark. The boss rounded on the two of you, pulling a gun from out of his pants waistband.

“Do you want to die quickly or not?” He asked, not sparing you both a second glance.

“What about you?” You asked, rocking back and forth on your heels. Stifling your giggles through pursed lips.

"Childish glee," Chrollo commented to himself.

The man simply quirked his thick brow at you before stopping in his tracks and coming to stand in front of you hoping to use his height as an intimidation tactic.

“I said, what about you? Do you want to die quickly or be my toy for the night? Your blood tastes so sweet, I hope we can play longer–” You say flicking some dust off of his broad chest. He roughly swatted your hand away before grabbing you by the collar.

“I don’t know what you’re on but I ain’t dying tonight!” He barked lifting you by your collar until you struggled to keep yourself grounded.

“I don’t have the time to keep you, it has to be tonight.” You pouted, and before he could form words to respond back to you, you cut him off.

“Think about it a bit while I borrow your body.” With that you clasped your hands together and took control, gently the Mafia boss released your collar and set you back on the ground carefully. He pulled out his revolver, aiming it to colleague’s head.

Before the rest of the Mafia men could comprehend what was going on, you made him pull the trigger. Shalnark jumped out from the sea of men, pulling out his bat phone to begin using his subjects. The two of you used your three men to shoot and kill the other ten ruffians and subsequently the two that Shalnark was manipulating.

Tears could be seen streaming down the Boss’s ashen cheeks. His lip bobbed pitifully as he wept, unable to control his body and stop the casualties.

“Good job!” You exclaim, nudging Shalnark with your elbow playfully.

“Though, I’m sure there’s more guys inside just waiting on us,” the Boss’s eyes widened a fraction and darted towards you, fearful.

“Yup, that just about confirms it, let’s keep this one of course and take the dead one’s guns.” You explain, Shalnark allows you to take the lead given that this is your test and all.

You release the man, only for a moment as you massage your temple. Controlling your puppets in this manner causes immense strain on the mind, and you were sure to take more puppets along the way. The Mafia Boss ran only a few steps before you sliced a deeper gash on the back of his neck. So deep, he’d need stitches if he were going to survive this at all.

He barked in pain before his body went stiff in time with the clap of your hands meeting once again to regain control. The bond was stronger now, the more blood the better the control, yet the more strain on you in turn. But you didn’t mind, you can handle the excruciating headache later.

You turned the Mafia man around to face you once more, his face was blank but, in his mind, he was screaming bloody murder. The look on your face was sickening and horrifying, he’d never been more afraid. Are you human? That grin that for sure could split your face in half at any moment, the glazed look in your eyes, you licked your lips, traces of his blood dripping down your chin. You moaned at the flavor sinfully, causing Feitan’s pants to grow tighter around him.

“Tsk.” He sucked his teeth, evidently growing more frustrated that he couldn’t be out there with you enjoying himself.

“Let’s go have some fun.” You said, before both you and Shalnark reentered the venue with your puppet, ready to claim that prize check by any means necessary.

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rosethesongbird · 4 years ago

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I have no idea what to title this

Hello, dear friends-

This is just a little fun thing I wrote, some worldbuilding for where I want to go with my MP100 OC. I hope you can enjoy it. (Reigen gets to have an out of body experience, so at least read that part.)

“Mob, I’m starting to not feel well…”

“Hm? Well, Master, that was a ramen shop we’ve never tried before. Maybe there was something—“

“No, no. Not like that,” said Reigen, waving his hand flippantly. “More like… ‘I don’t like this place! It’s spooky!’”

“In that case, it’s probably the esper over there with the spirit hanging on her back,” responded the boy, pointing a well-manicured finger past Reigen to a red-haired woman walking slowly with her head in a map.

“Spirit on her back? I mean—yeah, of course it’s the lady with the spirit on her back. Watch and learn, Mob.”

Reigen sauntered up to the woman, tapping her on the shoulder. “Um, excuse me, ma’am,”

“Huh?” She pulled her face out of the map, still walking. “What is it?” The face, now in view, betrayed someone who was definitely not Japanese.

“Oh, a foreigner,” said Reigen. “Miss, I sense a…” He thought for a moment, searching for the right word. It had been a long time since those English classes he was forced to take in high school. “A person, at your back.”

“Person at my back? Japanese is fine, sir,” she said, folding up her map and thrusting it in her pocket. “And the person you’re ‘sensing’ is not one I’d like to have exorcised, if that’s what you’re about to try and sell me on.”

Reigen bristled. The “I-don’t-like-this-place-it’s-spooky” aura sharpened.

“What I am interested in is you, little esper,” she said, leaning down to eye level with Mob. “I’m Hazel Reed. What’s your name?”

“Um, I’m Shigeo. Kageyama Shigeo.”

“And I—“ Reigen interrupted— “am Reigen Arataka, the Greatest Psychic of the 21st Century! At your service!”

“Hmm. Did I ask?” The “I-don’t-like-this-place-it’s-spooky” aura intensified into a “KILL KILL KILL KILL” aura. Reigen wasn’t sure whether he should flush with embarrassment or turn pale in fear as the aura grew heavier and the air grew thicker.

“So, Shigeo, are you a natural esper?”

“Yes, I am.” The friendly smile on her face stood in stark contrast to the spirit that appeared to be sitting on Master’s head as he pulled at his collar. “Um, if it’s not too much trouble, would you call… them… off? He’s really harmless.”

“Oh, my apologies.” Hazel turned toward Reigen, suddenly shouting in English. “Sis! Would you lay off already?! Poor guy’s getting all sweaty.” Several people in the nearby vicinity cringed and began walking away at the disturbance. Reigen let out the breath he was holding as Shigeo watched the grey mass rise off of his shoulders and… roll its eyes?

“Thank you,” said Reigen. “Although I could have handled it myself,” he muttered, brushing off his lapel.

“Yeah, yeah. Sure you could’ve.”

“Hey, if you’re an esper, how are you at exorcising?” Reigen winked at Mob. “Maybe I’ll at least get myself a new employee,” he thought.

“Exorcising? I dunno. Never tried it. I’m only really good at sensing human spirits anyway.”

“Your spirit was a person, right?” Shigeo asked.

“Mhm. My twin, actually. She passed away when our mom was pregnant with us, and my body absorbed hers. I’ve always been able to see her but didn’t realize I had ‘powers’ until I was in kindergarten.”

“Wow,” Shigeo marveled. It was the first time in a while he had met an adult esper that wasn’t trying to kill him. Reigen stood nearby, annoyed that he was being ignored, and discomforted by the feeling of someone watching him. “What can you do?”

“I’m best at OOBEs,” she said.

“OOB…E? I’m sorry, I don’t understand…”

“Um, I’m not sure how to say it in Japanese… it’s like… hm…” the twin spirit stopped staring at Reigen for a moment, floating over to Hazel and shrugging. “Ohh, good idea, Sis! Here, if we can find somewhere I can sit, I’ll show you.”

The three walked over to a nearby bench in an area devoid of people, Reigen falling behind as Mob watched the spirit pull on the back of his shoe.

Hazel sat on the bench, leaning back. “Okay, don’t get scared. It’s like this.”

Her body went limp as her eyes rolled back, head lolling to one side, a bronze glow emanating from her mouth as her spirit left her body a soulless husk.

“Oh, my god! Miss? Miss?! Okay you are??” Reigen panicked, in broken English.

“Master, I think it’s ‘Are you okay,’’” said Shigeo. “She’s having an out of body experience.”

“Oh, ‘out of body experience!’ Yes! That’s what I meant,” said the spirit, grinning. “Sorry, I couldn’t remember the Japanese,” Hazel’s body suddenly came back to life as Reigen jumped back, having cautiously approached until he was inches from her face. “So I can do that, and I can do it to other people, too, plus Sis can possess people, or me.”

“No way you can do it to someone else,” Reigen said, scoffing. “What are you gonna do, slap them right out of their body?”

“Uh, Master—“

“Oh, would you like to find out, Mr. Greatest-Psychic-of-the-21st-Century? I’d be more than happy to show you,”

“Hah, I’d like to see you try. I’m pretty securely attached to my body, thank you very much,” he crossed his arms confidently.

“Master, I don’t know if that’s such a good—“

The twin spirit began to shake. Was it… laughing?

“Oh, I’ll do more than try. Would you like to sit down first?” Hazel raised an eyebrow inquisitively, turning her nose up in the air.

“Not a chance. I’m more than confident in my ability to—“ Hazel stepped forward, gently tapping Reigen’s forehead with the heel of her hand as he immediately began crumpling to the ground. Hazel mercifully reached toward him, catching him under the arms before lowering him to the ground. The twin spirit threw back its head in a gesture that was now unmistakable as laughter. Reigen’s spirit, a dull shade of orange, began to panic.

“Oh mY GOD! MOB! CAN YOU SEE ME? MOB! HELP! SHE REALLY DID IT! THIS IS ASSAULT! THIS IS—Oh, I look so handsome,”

Mob’s concern, brought on by seeing his Master appearing for all intents and purposes dead, dissipated quickly as Reigen’s spirit began fawning over his body.

“Man, of all the things you can do during an out of body experience, this guy’s just checkin’ himself out,” said Hazel, still supporting the man’s catatonic body.

“That’s…” Mob trailed off, rethinking what he was about to say.

“I’m guessing that’s just how he is, huh?”

Mob nodded.

“HEY, I’m drooling. Mob, wipe my face,”

“Oh, here. I’ve got it,” the red-haired woman pulled a tissue from her pocket, gently wiping away the bead of saliva that had appeared. “You need to trim your nose hairs, Mr. Psychic.”

“You should be more polite to people you’ve just barely met, Reed-san,” he huffed.

“Um, Master, there’s…”

“Eh? What is it, Mob?”

The twin spirit was floating behind Reigen’s, nodding. Shigeo pointed, wordless, as Reigen’s spirit looked over what could be best called his “shoulder.”

“Oh, so you’re the one who’s been causing all the trouble,” he growled, trying to sound threatening.

The twin spirit shook its head, waving an appendage flippantly.

“Come on, don’t you talk?”

“She says I’m the one who causes all the trouble. She just helps me,” Hazel pipes up. “She can’t really talk, but she talks telepathically into my head. I guess it’s a twin thing.”

The twin spirit gestured a few more times, before tilting its head quizzically.

“Sis, I’m not going to say that.” The spirit glided over to the woman, still supporting Reigen’s body, circling her a few times. “Okay, that I can say. We want to know if you know of any other espers.”

“Mhm,” Shigeo nodded. “Master, maybe we should take her back to the office?”

“All right, Mob. I’ll entertain your little crush. Let’s go,” Reigen began to float away.

“I-It’s not like that, I promise, really,” the boy straightened suddenly, nervous.

“No problem, no problem,” the woman smiled. “Hey, it’s Reigen, right? Come back into your body. I’m not hauling you all the way over.”

“Ah, right. Sorry, sorry. Um, how, uh—how do I do that again?”

“Just… fly in? I guess? I’m not sure how to explain it in Japanese.”

Reigen’s spirit hummed, shrugged, and flew directly into the body still laying limp partially on the ground, which immediately spluttered to life, coughing and gasping.

“Oh, that does not feel nice,” he groaned.

“Sorry, that part does take some getting used to,” said Hazel, grinning sheepishly as she supported the taller man into a standing position. “You alright? I really shouldn’t have done that, but you were being annoying.”

“Yeah, I’m fine. Here, the office isn’t too far away.”

The three (plus one spirit) began to walk through the street, now near-empty after the lunch rush had ended.

“My neck is kinda sore,”

“Sorry, your head was getting heavy.”

“I could have helped,” said Shigeo.

“Oh, yeah. I forgot,”

“Very convenient, Reed-san,” Reigen spat.

“What! I did,” said Hazel. “Oh, quiet, you. I’m not going to say that, either.”

Shigeo and Reigen looked on at the woman as she spoke—to Reigen’s view, seemingly to the air; although he knew now what she was conversing with, despite not being able to see it.

“No! I won’t... Oh, fine. But I’m editing it before I say it.” She sighed. “Sis wants me to say, ‘thank you for your help,’ and that I’m having a nice time.”

“We’re always happy to help,” said Reigen, with an obsequious smile. Shigeo nodded, a slight hint of a smile on even his less expressionate face.

The twin spirit curled around Hazel, and Shigeo could sense the bright hue of happiness on her, also.

—

“Oh? You have a brother?”

Hazel, having been introduced to Dimple, was seated on the couch in the Spirits and Such Consultation office, a steaming cup of tea in her hands. Sis’ light grey form circled Dimple’s green one curiously.

“I do. He’s an esper as well, now.”

“Oh, very good! I always wondered if it was genetic, you know,” said Hazel. “Would you stop? It’s creepy,” said Dimple, in the background.

“Um, your sister. Does she—do you—“ Shigeo turned his focus to the grey spirit—“do you have a name?”

The spirit shook her head sadly. “She wasn’t ever named,” said Hazel, sipping the tea.

“What would you like to be called?”

The spirit looked to Hazel expectantly. “Sis, he’s asking you, not me,”

“Can… can you hold a pen?” The spirit nodded eagerly.

“Oh, you’ve done it now, Shigeo. Now she’ll never shut up. I’m lucky she only knows how to write in English.” Hazel began to chuckle as Reigen produced a marker and notebook from his desk drawer, watching it float out of his hands.

The three—plus Dimple—watched expectantly as the marker hovered over the book, shaking, finally writing tremulous block letters:

SISTER IN JAPANESE?

“Well, there’s a few ways to say that, I think,” said Hazel. “Probably ‘imouto,’ right?”

The spirit vehemently shook her head.

BIG SISTER.

“Oh, ‘onee-san,’ then.”

WRITE PLEASE?

Hazel flushed. “Um, my kanji are actually horrible.”

“I’ve got it,” said Reigen. “It’s like this.”

Sis handed him the marker as he scrawled a kanji on the book before holding it back in the air for her to grasp.

WOW

THANK YOU.

“You’re welcome,” said Shigeo. “Onee-san.”

“That’s really sweet of you, Shigeo. I don’t think anyone’s ever asked us that before.” Hazel grinned.

“Oh, it’s nothing, really…” Shigeo said, sheepishly, blushing.

The notebook turned to the next page, marker cap being stuck on the back of the marker.

CUTE!

Reigen and Dimple began to laugh as Shigeo leaned over to look at the writing before his cheeks reddened further.

“Geez, Sis, this Dimple guy must be a bad influence. You’re getting bold.”

BAD INFLUENCE?

YOU’RE ONE TO TALK…

“I’m one to talk? What do you mean?” Hazel finished her tea, setting the empty cup on the table.

Sis looked at Hazel, then flicked her head toward Reigen.

“Ooookay, the notebook’s going away now. No more talking,” said Hazel, nervously reaching for the objects in Sis’ hands.

The spirit grinned, floating near the ceiling, scrawling something on the notebook and tearing the page out before handing the book and marker to Hazel, passing the page to Reigen.

“Oh no… do I even want to know what that says?”

Dimple scoffed, reading over Reigen’s shoulder.

“Oh, please, onee-san. You flatter me,” Reigen said, waving his hand and turning the paper so Shigeo and Hazel could read it.

YOU’RE CUTE TOO

LETS BE FRIENDS?

The group began to laugh, Hazel sighing, exasperated, before laughing as well. Sis began to grin as well, flying in a circle near the ceiling before shrinking and curling neatly into Hazel’s pocket.

—

“Well, I’d better head out,” said Hazel, as the reddening light of sunset began to flow in through the office window.

Shigeo had left about forty-five minutes prior—it was a school night, after all, and his parents (and Ritsu) would worry. Hazel and Reigen had been chatting over several more cups of tea, very nearly alone—Dimple had gone home with Shigeo, and Sis was uncharacteristically docile, still in Hazel’s pocket.

“Before I go, though, Reigen—“ she stood, staring piercingly directly into the conman’s brown eyes. “Does he know?”

“Uh, I—“ he said, taken aback at the directness of the question.

“Because I don’t have a problem with what you’re doing here. It sounds like you’re helping people, one way or another. But…”

“Yeah. He knows.” Reigen rose from the couch also, hands in his pockets, feeling small despite being taller than the redhead.

“Good. You don’t seem like the type of guy to lie to kids, anyway. Thanks for your help. And, uh,” she paused, stretching, neck popping, as Sis began to stir in her pocket. “Sorry again for smacking you out of your body earlier.”

“Ah, it’s no problem. It was kind of cool.”

“Well, it was nice meeting you then. I’m sure we’ll cross paths again.” The two shook hands, as Hazel left, the door shutting behind her with a soft click.

“What a day. Guess it’s time for me to go home, too.” said Reigen, to no one in particular.

A shiver went down his spine as the desk drawer flew open, marker and notebook shooting out. He watched—dumbfounded—for a moment, before the marker capped itself and everything dropped to the ground.

He cautiously opened the notebook to the most recent page, the telltale “fresh marker” smell burning in the air.

WHILE WE ARE HERE

IF YOU NEED EXTRA HELP

OR IF YOU WANT TO GET COFFEE SOMETIME…

HAZEL 0xx-xxx-xxxx

A shaky approximation of the kanji for “older sister” was scrawled in the corner alongside a smiley face.

#mob psycho 100 #mp100 #reigen #reigen arataka #arataka reigen #shigeo kageyama #kageyama shigeo #mob #original character #oc #out of body experience #oobe #spirit hijinks #maybe another chapter coming?#should i bother posting this on ao3?#life's truly pressing questions #my writing

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mars-the-4th-planet · 5 years ago

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The Trial of Roman Torchwick and Neopolitan (take three gdonamenenshetebd end me)

Neo and Roman were in a courtroom together, handcuffed and on podiums. One being pink, with Neo on it, and the other being blue with Roman. Roman was on the right side adjacent to the entrance, and Penny was also there to the left side of the entrance. (thanks to tumblr this is the third time I have had to explain this.)

Roman, noticing this arrangement, smirked and said "Looks like me and the gingerbread toaster are going to make an ice cream sandwich~" Which made one of the guards next to him giggle.

The judge slammed his gavel on the wood. "Silence, redheaded scum. It is time to begin your trial."

The judge was on the wall opposite to the entrance, on a huge jet black podium with real jet turbines sticking out the front. They were not functional anymore however.

Roman and Neo were each flanked by two guards, in full tactical armor and tasers. This is due to the fact that they had a history of escaping. Penny was deactivated, chained up in a ball, with her backpack full of swords removed. She was surrounded by a six-pack of guards welding spray cans full of robot deactivation dust. The cans were each labled "Sapper Spray: for naughty machinery!"

"Roman Torchwick, you are charged with Gangster Activity including robbery, snobbery, thieving, canieving, smuggling, juggling (without a license) assault, including using a flashy stun cane weapon on security guards and witnesses. How do you plead?" The judge asked in a stern voice.

Roman knew he was guilty, and he knew that the pair of juries knew he was guilty, and he knew there was no getting out of it. So he decided to mess with the judge. "I plead for you to [redacted] my [extra redacted], your glorious honor!"

This angered the judge. "So, you plead guilty then? Very well. Idiot. Next is you, Neopolitan. Since you are Romans wife, you are thereby charged with the same crimes as he is, as a wife is but an extension of the husband. And-"

"Hey wait! We are not married, do you see a ring on the finger?" Roman turned to the side and showed his middle finger to the judge. Which resulted in more guard giggling. The judge ignored him and continued.

"-since he has pleaded guilty through uncooperation, you are hereby found guilty of all of those as well. Wife, female parter, irrelevant. Same thing different name. In addition, you are charged with the murder of Jacques Schnee. I loved Schnee as a boy, I always looked up to him. And you killed him in cold blood. Why? Didnt you know he is a single father of three? How must his children feel?"

(his children felt pretty great actually. Weiss and Whitley were doing the crab rave dance, and even winter had joined in by doing the foxfaunus-trot. All of which to celebrate that their father who had pit them against one another was gone.)

"So how do you plead, Neopolitan?"

Neo mouthed something.

"Speak up."

Neo glared at him.

"She cant talk dumbass. I cant believe how often this is not immediately obvious to people..." Roman grumbled.

The judge pounded his gavel again with a responding boom. "Silence, redhead! No one asked your soulless mouth for an opinion."

"Fact, not opinion." Roman corrected.

The judge could do sign language, but Neo was handcuffed so it didnt matter. "You are also defaulted guilty due to uncooperation." The Judge added. The guards and jury chuckled.

The juries were in two groups. The Hexadon, which were sixteen peers with normal clothes, and the Octocourt, which were eighteen peers wearing purple octopus hats. It was time for each group to decide on a punishment as they had already reached a verdict and had gone through the evidence beforehand. Once both sides had decided on a sentence, the judge would choose between them. If they could not decide, the least popular option would be removed from the equation and the people who wanted it would have to switch to something else. Then that would be repeated until there was only one left. If they had a tie, for example eight in the Hexadon wanted one thing and the other eight wanted something else, the judge could be the tiebreaker.

"Juries of Vale, it is time to process the information available to decide on the sentences of these affirmed guilty criminals. We will take an hour for each group to discuss amoung themselves in private rooms seperately. Look at your cards to see the various options you may vote on. Ranging from five years to the death sentence and in between for these crimes." The Judge said, and pounded his gavel lightly. "Break court."

Normally voting for no punishment at all was also an option, but that was only if the accused pleaded not guilty.

I will of course skip to the results, as otherwise it would be pretty boring.

The Hexadon was highly concerned with lethality, and took respect in the fact that Roman Torchwick did not have any known cases of murder as he used a weapon that stunned and disoriented and weakened its targets rather than simply kill. You would have to shoot someone with aura or armor several times to kill them, and twice to kill a normal person. And Torchwick avoided doing this. So they only voted ten years for him. But they hated Neo for killing Jacques, such an important and "handsome" man, so they wanted a life sentence for her.

The Octocourt on the other hand, hated them both and thought that Roman was just trying to appeal to his fans by not killing people or being incompent and unable to be as lethal as he liked, so they wanted twenty-five years for him and forty for Neo. They thought Neo was essentially as bad as Roman, but more dangerous and letting her out earlier would be too risky. The Judge chose the sentences individually so he selected the ones that were harsher for both of them as he had a personal strong dislike for Roman and Neo. "Torchwick isnt even threatening, he should not have been a criminal in the first place." He was later quoted on.

However after Roman, Neo, and Penny were taken away, General Ironwood came in.

"Honorable Judge, where is Penny Polendina?" He asked, with a stern look at the judge who stared sternly back.

"She went rogue and was an accomplice in the murder of Jacques Schnee. She is to be disassembled post haste for the safety of the people."

Ironwood narrowed his eyes. "Penny did not even know that the killing had taken place. She is innocent. And her apparent workings with the criminals was all due to a plan to arrest them."

The judge pounded his gavel. "It has already been decided, and besides, you only want her free because you have grown attached to that robot."

General Ironwood placed his hand on his gun. "Not just me, but Atlas and the Huntsman and Huntress communities are very fond of Penny Polendina. She is an example of how one can create a powerful protector robot without it being a vicious or mindless killer. If you destroy my robot..."

"What?"

"Atlas will consider it a declaration of war."

#Rwby

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astronomicalegotism · 6 years ago

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Memories and Futures

Revenge Is Best Served Together (Book 1)

Part 18

Google couldn't help but think as he stepped into a completely destroyed office, that he ought to be getting paid for this. His head titled purely out of curiosity as he observed Dark. Blue and Red forms were twisting around him almost too fast for Google to detect, screaming words in a language not in his data base. Darkiplier himself was ripping at his hair, leaning against a wall for support, eyes constantly changing colour from scarlet to aqua to midnight black. He almost looked to be in pain...

"Did I come at a wrong time?" Google asked calmly, kneeling down to pick up a painting and place it back on the wall. Dark looked up at him, clutching his hand for some reason before he straightened up, the auras around himself snapping back under his control and hands placed behind his back, although an undertone of rage was still sparking around the room.

"Antisepticeye is roaming the halls, Most likely headed towards my office." Google's eyes widened in alarm, a surge of anxiety coursing through his code. Memories filtered across his screen without his consent, flashes of static and green causing a barely repressed shudder. Google clenched his fists.

"What is the Virus even doing here?" Google spat, eyes narrowed dangerously. "And why am I only being informed of any of this now?!" Darkiplier rolled his neck back before staring at him, perfectly composed for someone Google has just seen have freak out only a minute prior.

"Don't forget your place Android. I need you to bring the pest to me, obviously he wants to see me so badly, so why don't we just give him what he wants!"There was an unsettling look in Dark's eyes, the obvious threat hidden in his words that made even the likes of Google shift his feet slightly backwards, away from the demon. Then, just like that, the conversation was changed.

"How have you been doing lately Google. You've been requesting permission to leave the manor more than usual, any reason why?" Suddenly the mindless anger that had been crackling around the room sharpened, finding a focus point and was now burning holes into Google's subconscious. Google found himself swallowing, despite an actual need to do so, and stiffening.

"I am simply gathering information about the outside world-"

"YOU'RE A SEARCH ENGINE!!!" Darkiplier suddenly boomed, his forms shattering from the force briefly. Google stumbled back, gritting his teeth. Darkiplier was right in front of his now, hand fisted in his shirt and snarling. "Do you take me for an idiot Google?! Well?!" Google shook his head, trying to keep the fear off his face. His form glitched, causing words to be forced out in a distorted stutter.

"N-no sir!" Darkiplier's grip tightened, eyes flashing red.

"You're weak, default and broken. Don't think I haven't noticed how much more emotive you've been recently, and it sure as hell isn't because of anyone here." Google clawed at Darkiplier wrist, trying to push him away as his systems went into a full on freak out mode as a result on the suffocating energy around him. "Who have you been seeing?!" Google shook at the order, but offered no response. It didn't make any logical sense to refuse but you couldn't risk Darkiplier finding out about-

"Google What is you're primary objective?" The words were out before Google could even stop them.

"Primary objective is to answer questions as quickly as possible. Secondary objective is to destroy mankind." Google swung out, hitting Dark in the chest hard enough to surprise him and push him away. Google's vision cleared and he ran over to the door, not sparing a second glance to check Darkiplier's state. Dark wasn't having it.

"Okay Google, Stop." Google hissed in pace as he came to a jolting halt, completely frozen. He could practically see Darkiplier's smug face as the demon made his way over to him. "That's better."

"You son of a bitch you promised to never-" Darkiplier cut him off.

"That was before you were at risk." At Risk?!! "Now, Okay Google, Tell me who you have been seeing in secret and why." Don't say anything come on Google you're stronger than this-

"I'm sorry, I couldn't find what you were looking for. Searching instead for-" Darkiplier roared in anger as Google smirked in proud satisfaction. Being difficult was his specialty after all. His self congratulations were cut short however as suddenly his vision went pitch black. He wasn't able to put up his walls fast enough as he soon felt Darkiplier accessing his memories. How was he doing that he shouldn't be able to do that it only works on humans why-

"You've grown soft Google. The little Logical side, now I would of never seen that coming-" If Google wasn't furious before he was now as his vision cleared, his eyes practically blazing as he ignored the panicked anxiety rising in him. Darkiplier knows he failed he's not supposed to fail-

"Don't you dare even lay a hand on him or you'll wish you died again." Google threatened darkly, hating how Dark was standing just out of his corner of vision and being unable to move his head to glare at him. He settled for practically burning holes into the door in front of him instead. He had no doubt that Darkiplier had waited just until he was right in front of it to take action. Asshole.

"Oh isn't that sweet, Logic and Google I honestly should of seen it coming, What with how similar you are and all." Darkiplier's false cheerful tone scared Google even more than his rage filled one could ever hope to do. "Was that chess I saw you playing in one of those memories, how cute. But, you know more than anyone that associating with anything other than an Iplier is against the rules. I mean, how many times have you had to wipe Bing or Oliver's memories, bit hypocritical that you get to be an exception, then again when have you ever cared about something other than your own needs."

Darkiplier sighed heavily, like one might do when a child had disappointed them. It only fuelled Google's rage further. "I have no use for a solider that prioritises pathetic lesser Youtube creations over getting the job done. Nor do I have use for an Android with feelings." There is was. The word that he used to despise with a passion. Now though...

"All the efforts you made to divide us and keep us naive are cracking, that's why you're doing whatever it is you're doing isn't it? You don't like the fact that I've been interacting with the Sides, you don't like the fact that Bim befriended Blank, or the fact that Bing and Chase are friends or that smaller Egos don't listen to you. The second you realise you're loosing control," Google closed his eyes shut in concentration and forcefully snapped his head over to Darkiplier, ignoring the brilliant red warnings now flashing on his screen and instead focusing on the bubbling hot anger inside him. "You start to self destruct and destroy, Let your anger get the better of you and you hav the gall to accuse me of letting emotions get the better of me?!" Google had to turn of his audio units briefly to mute the scream that threatened to come as he now moved his entire body to face Darkiplier, a shaking finger pointed at his chest. Darkiplier's eyes had widen just the slightest bit. Google could feel his form glitching, violent pain racking through his whole body every second he went against his instructions. "You're a child throwing a tantrum because he isn't getting his way and nothing more, don't think I haven't noticed you and Warfstache are up to something, you forget that I was your right hand man too. King or Dr Iplier or any of those idiots might be blind to what you truly are but I know what you are. I know who you are." There was a dangerous silence for a few seconds before Darkiplier smirked.

"Blank warned me that this might happen, but I never imagined that you're rebellion would be caused by a Sanders Side of all things. You've been repressing that for a while haven't you?" Google opened his mouth again but Darkiplier held up a finger, silencing him. "You are right though. I don't like it when things are out of my control, and I am up to something." Google frowned, taken back by the honesty.

"Why are you telling me this-"

"This is so much more than just wanting control over the Egos. Even more than wanting control over Mark's channel, everyone always thinks too small with these things. What I want is of course plan and simple, I want control. But," Darkiplier chuckled, a cold soulless laugh that honestly didn't even deserve to be called one. "Well, I'm wasting time here. Don't want to keep Anti waiting now do we." Google crossed his arms, a painful action since Dark's command was still affective but worth it just to see the demon cringe a little in dissatisfaction.

"Whatever it is you're doing, I want no part in it." Darkiplier eyes narrowed in warning before he shook his head.

"I really didn't want to do this, but you leave me no choice." It took a second for Google to process what those words were implying, but as soon as it clicked his posture changed from angry to scared. "You're right, I do miss the old days."

"No wait-"

"Okay Google, Complete Factory Reset." The last thing Google saw was the completely blank unfeeling face of Darkiplier before everything shut down.

Darkiplier shoved down the small feeling of guilt as his old friend slumped over, watching the blue eyes turn grey in sick fascination as a thick substance rolled down the Androids face.

"Well what do you know, Machines are capable of crying."

Blank let out another scream as yet another wave of panic hit him, his breathing choppy and rapid, his eyes watering from a lack of oxygen and the pain. His mind was a constant onslaught of overwhelming numbers and noise. Ever since he'd been left alone in the room his powers had broken free, attacking everything around him and distorting it.

One day two weeks four years 7 weeks 5 hours am pm October June September August-

He was messing with things that he shouldn't be, seeing things he shouldn't but his mind was too shattered for him to calm down again. His mouth started moving rapidly as he muttered.

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

Blank's eyes snapped to a brilliant blue and he screamed again, clutching his head as black and blue smoke swirls around him, dancing clocks almost mocking him.

"THE DEVIL WILL WIN IF THE VICTIMS FALL AND WILL ONLY LOOSE WHEN THE BRIDGE IS REBUILT. A BOND BETWEEN TWO SIBLINGS PUT TO THE TEST, THE FATE OF THE FUTURE LIES IN THEIR HANDS. WHOEVER THE BROKEN ONE CHOOSES TO SHOOT WILL RESULT IN EITHER FREEDOM OR DOOM."

One final broken scream made its way through Blank's body before he feel limp, scarlet blood now staining the inky blackness dripping from his eyes as he finally was allowed to slip into unconsciousness.

No one was around to witness it. No body was there to listen

No body heard, except the Host that is.

#markiplier #darkiplier #googleplier #googliplier #blankgameplays #crankgameplays #the host #markiplier egos #thomas sanders #sanders sides #logan sanders #fanfiction #youtube #revenge is best served together #RIBST Part 18

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ask-the-friendly-ink-demon · 6 years ago

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Inky Terrors Of The Past Chapter 5 Part 3- Finale

A.N: Part 3! the Finale of the story! happy halloween everyone to all who's reading this and this is sadly the last chapter of the story in total...... sorry for the cliffhanger ^^; corr belongs to @core4lost [[shhhhhhdonttellthemaboutthesecretgjfghfhghg]]

Henry came out from under the table a few minutes later, he makes a pant and a breath of relief as he held his chest "oh god... why... why bendy?!" he punches the floor "why did you have to give yourself up for me?!" he said as he held his head, he was blaming himself for what happened. The Retired Animator makes a groan and punched a hole almost in the walls as he plopped against the wall sighing, rubbing his head as he tries to figure out what to do now, as of now his only friend and protection of the studio was... gone... stuck inside that thing... his eyes glared as he clenched his fists "...no.... he's not done yet... that bastard is going to pay for taking him away.." he glared as he picked up his gun and axe, "hang in there buddy... im gonna make sure i kill that son of a bitch" he glares as his eyes would faintly glow red "i promise" he said as he would walk off. the halls were quite, almost nothing could be heard. the others were almost at the top but the elevator must of stopped so they were waiting by a short staircase as they all heard the echoing roar earlier, everything in the studio did including the ink demon who was resting in one of the rooms as he makes a displeased growl his plan failed... or so he thinks he gets a idea as his grin grew the toon demon was still alive though his body was barley alive just stuck.. but his spirit was he would just bide his time and wait until he come over to start pleading and begging for his help. all he had to do... was to wait. Henry ran around trying his hardest to look for the damn creature, he knew he was taking a HUGE death risk but curse his kind hearted nature, he wasn't gonna let that creature get away, not with bendy he promised the toon he would get him and everyone else out of here and he wasn't going to break that promise he get them out, no matter the cost. he stops when he finally hears the sounds of that damned creature roaring as he grips on his axe more "found you... ya damn bastard..." he said as he starts to follow the noises. he saw the creature lumbering about fighting off a innocence group of lost ones as henry took notice of that, glaring as he rang a shot in the air "HEY YOU!!" he said, the creature stopping and turning around "REMEMBER ME?!" he said as the creature howls a bit in laughter "wElL wElL wElL, If iT aIn'T heNrY? I tHouGh YoU rAn OFf LIke THaT dEmOn ToLD yA ToO... BuT yOu CaME to mE.... iNTeReStING.. hUMANs ArE sO mYStERIoUS... BUT sO naViNE tOo" he said as henry glares more, gripping on his axe more "what do you even gain from doing all of this?!" he said as the creature chuckles darkly "WiTH A bOdY AnD lImITnesS EneRGy IT'Ll Be EASy FoR mE tO DeStRoY tHis WorTHLEsS pLaNEt aND tAke It OvEr As mY oWn" he said as henry only grew more angry "is this all just a damn game to you?!" he said his eyes flashing red "do you even show ANY remorse for the people you kill?!" he said as the creature howls with more laughter "FoOLiSh HuMAn, thIs WhOle pLanEt IS liKe a gAMe FoR Me, I PlAyEd EvErYoNe LiKE PAwNs~" he said grinning darkly as his three tails swayed a bit the creature chuckles darkly at henry as the retired animator glares a bit, gripping on his axe as he takes a step back, his common sense pleading him to run away but he was not about to give up, not when he and bendy had come so far. he was gonna save him no matter the cost, even if he had to die. the creature snarls and gives chase to henry as he quickly runs, getting a headstart as the creature ran on all his limbs minus it's tails and bony wings "YoU cAn'T rUn fOReVeR huMAn!!" he said as he telports and reappears just barley missing to swipe at henry "I'lL cAtcH YOU eVeNtUaLlY!" he said, with the retired animator running more until he hid around the corner gripping his axe tightly as he drenched it in acetone a bit from one of the puddles. he was gonna give that creature a painful burn. the creature looks around lumbering as his three tails dragged on the ground, his two extra arms and hands dragging themselves along the walls for balance as the creature clicks and growls, looking around for henry as it's inky soulless eyes glared around growling a lot "cOmE oUt, coMe OuT wHErEeVeR yOU ArE HeNRy JaRvIS... i KnOW yOUR sTiLL HErE..." he said growling more, henry gripping on the axe. when the creature was close enough and wasn't looking, henry would jump and start slamming the axe as the creature snarls out in pain from the sudden blows and stinging burn it was getting, henry kept bringing the axe down as hard as he could. the creature fell to the ground after having so many blows down to him as henry panted gripping on the axe, before getting ready for one final blow to the head. before his eyes widen, he was swatted by the waist by one of the creature's sharp claws as he was flung towards the floor as he coughs up his blood holding his waist as he tries to get up, seeing the creature struggling to get up "GrGRgR... Do yOu HoNEsTlY thInk ThAt WaS gOnNa WorK?" he said as henry struggles to get up the creature laughs as he held up his hand only to find it not responsing "HuH?" it said as it tried moving it again, henry grew confused at that and his eyes widen when he realized it was bendy's doing, the demon still had some strength left, he quickly got up and started to run as the creature howls and tries to regain back control to said arm. the ink demon was resting when he felt the room changed he wouldn't look up until he heard a pleading whine "wElL, wElL, wElL... IF iT aInT tHE dEvIL DaRlInG hiMSElF~" he said as the hooded demon's spirit pouted "ha ha... but listen i don't have much time! that.... that creature! it finally got a body!" he said as the ink demon huffed "YeAh... i kNOw... aND...?" he said smirking as the hooded demon frowns "come on you know damn well what that thing will do... and... i guess.... im asking for...." the ink demon waited, his grin growing wider "CoMe oN... leT's HEaR it~" he said as bendy sighed "i... need your help..." he said as the ink demon chuckles "AlrIgHt, LEt'S hEa-" he stopped when the demon held him his soul "...wHa-" he was cut off by the demon sighing "this is what you wanted right? you need me in order to go into your true form don't you.... plus.... i... d...don't think i can keep on fighting him back like this for much l-longer s...so p-please... if you don't wanna d-" he coughs as he glitches "if you don't wanna do this just for me or henry than do it for your title! your supposed to be the most feared creature in this studios, not that thing!" he said as the ink demon stares, before looking at his own soul with a sigh, seeing how corrupted it had become only a speck of orange was left on the soul as the rest was covered or tainted by the ink he makes a nod as his hand starts glowing a purple like aura as he grabs the soul, the hooded demon's spirit smiled "please save him..." he said as he faded away as the ink demon allowed his body to transform even further as he now had what he always wanted, the toon demon's soul, now that he had that he could finally go to his most powerful form and be reborned... meanwhile with henry he was breathing as he hid in one of the stations. he knew it was a waste of time but what more could he have. he held in his breathe as long as possible as he saw the creature lumber back and fourth 'he knows im here he knows im here he knows im here!!!' he thought to himself repeatedly as he saw the creature's three tails lightly bumped the station, that was enough to get him to hightail it out of here as he quickly leaps out of the station, running as fast as he could as the creature snarls and snaps his head "F O U N D Y O U!!!" it said, chasing after him as henry leaps over a table and kept running at fast as he could, he stops when he saw a pack of ink snake raptors staring down at him, one of them seems different as henry stares at it as the new raptor circles him studying him as henry also studies the new one, it had a purplish like streak along its body and neck and tail and looked a bit bigger than the other raptors, at around 9 feet, its head was much smoother and a bit scarred too with a slight allosaurus crest almost, the raptor had cat like eyes but it seems much similar to a crocodile’s it wasn’t looking at him in a hungry or angry manner it almost seems to be looking at him.. in a curious yet threatening manner. suddenly a loud roar broke out as both henry and the small pack of 5 raptors along with the the bigger one turn over to see the creature near them. the creature growls and barks at the raptors telling them to pretty much move but ink snake raptors were never one to listen to orders, even from the ink demon or from this creature, the new raptor looked back at henry and he could see a look of empathy show up in it's eyes, as it turns around to release a loud angered shrill at the creature as the other raptors followed suit snarling as all six of them run at the creature, attacking by slicing, pouncing and biting onto the creature's inky flesh, the beast roars out in pain and tries to get them off but they were fast and smart little buggers, henry quickly ran out of the area before he clenched his head feeling something when he saw the creature before was trying to get him but one of his arms stopped working almost like... bendy was trying to still protect him. he stopped as he looked and a old memory lingers on his mind. he remembers seeing the unstable demon eating his brother's corpse, he remembers hearing joey's cousin Joseph trying to get him up but he too suffered the same faith, he remembers hearing the unstable demon screech out as he recalls joseph using a holy cross to burn through the demon's inky hell like hide to which it did. henry somehow forgave and comforted the demon despite knowing what happened he would never forget but he still comforted the demon despite that. the memory kept replaying in his head, he knew it wasn't bendy's fault. he clenches as he notices his hands were halfway turned to his toon like hands before he growls. his eyes glinting with red as he starts to turn into his toon form. the strange raptor snarls as it was slammed to the ground as the other raptors were already killed despite all of them fighting nonstop to wound the creature to which they did as it growled, ink oozing from every part of it's body as it uses it's magic to lift the strange raptor up in the air as it snarled and struggles glaring and hissing. the creature grins as it was gonna use it's new powers on this raptor before something sharp came hitting the back of the creature's head making it lose it's focus and dropping the raptor as the creature snarls and turns around, seeing henry already in his inked toon state as the monstorus verison of his toon form glares at the creature "Do yOu rEalLY tHiNk YOu CaN beAt me iN tHiS sTaTe? YoU hAvEn'T hAd EnOuGh TiME to FuLLY tEsT oUt YoUR OwN pOWeRS, YoU rElIe ToO mUcH on YoUr owN rAge aNd AnGeR" he said as Henry snarls, as ink ooze more as he roars, a huge burst of energy comes out of him as the creature snarls in surprise "W H A T?!?!" the creature hisses as it covers its eyes waiting for the bright blast to end. when it did the creature looks to see something he never thought he see someone that was plagued by the ink could do. henry was different now, he looked similar to bendy's unstable form but without the skeletal like appearance, though he did have some sort of bone like ribs that are shown out of his now almost big inky like mass, despite size differences he looked far more animalistic than bendy's unstable form did, he even had a far more lizard like snout than the unstable demon had, the spines were also not like his unstable form's same with the tail. but either way he was pissed, the monster form of henry roars and runs at the creature already attacking him with all his might as the creature snarls as it was thrown, slammed, punched, and even jabbed many times before it was rammed to the ground. the monster henry snarls and starts to lift up one of his huge arms and like a spear he rams it hard onto the creature's chest he rammed it so hard that it almost made the arm go limp, he would do the same with the other arm as the creature from the force of the impact would fall underneath the weak floor as the monster henry quickly darted out of the way as he heard a thud like sound he loomed over the hole and saw the creature's body limp at first he though it was still alive as he growled and started to morph his claws into a axe but he soon thought of bendy, his reaction to seeing him like this.... same with corr... he grunted and sighed turning around to try to find a way to either calm down or spent up his energy when he felt something grabbing him by the leg, he looks down to see it was a part of the creature's magic as he was dragged and thrown down too as he screeches. he gets back up growling as he turns around, only to get slashed on the face as fresh ink ooze from the gash on his cheek as he snarls and tries attacking the creature again, only to get attacked by all four of it's arms, including the three tails as he was slammed towards a wall as the impact forced him to turn back to his inked like state of his toon form he growls as he was pinned down by the creature as it snarls and lifted it's one arm up before the same raptor from before lunges from above and started to claw and slice and bite at the creature as it snarled and tries to get the raptor off of it, henry's veins on his inky arm glowed red as he growls and grew some sort of sharp spines on his arm, the same with the other arm as he roars and lunges, jabbing the creature's chest with both his arms as the raptor quickly jumped off as the impact made the creature crash into the nearest pillar as it fell on it, the creature burried under the rubble as henry was now in his toon form, panting as he struggles to stay in form, he looks at the raptor who looked back and snorted, turning around to run off back to where it came. henry looks back, only to get grabbed and thrown through a wall as he crashes near a dead end, he was back in his human form as he tries getting up only to feel a sharp pain in his shoulder he looks to see the creature threw the blessed knife, hitting him with it as he wanted to scream but he couldn't the creature grins as it grunts making it's way over "It's FuNny tO me HeNRy, HeRe yOu aRe... riGhT WhEn YoUR aBoU-" he stops as he felt a familiar aura, he turns around to look at the right side of the wall, there... the ink demon shows up his glowing eye stares at the creature "Oh GoOd... yOur HeRe iNk DeMoN... I gUeSs I sHoUld GivE YOu THE hOnOR... gO oN ThEn... KilL ThE hUmaN" he said as the ink demon turns around, staring at henry as he starts to walk over towards the wounded human "AnY LaSt WoRdS hUmAn?" the creature said as henry sighed "yea...... im sorry bendy....... i failed you" the ink demon stopped for a moment and stares "...." the ink demon said nothing as it kept walking before kneeing down and grabbing the knife and yanking it out, henry braced for it but it never came he looked to see the ink demon still staring at him, and he gave henry a wink, henry could of swore he saw bendy in there for a split second before the ink demon motioned him to play dead, as he brought up the knife and striked. the creature thought henry had died "Ah WeLl... nICe wORk... nOw-" it stopped when it felt something cut it's cheek, the knife the creature looks to see the ink demon was the one that threw it, henry getting up as the creature states, before the ink demon started to change, to his true form his height changing to about 11'5 feet, his skeletal appearance going away the ink mass increasing his posture, his entire torso, and waist turn to a dark blue, as the scars on him glowed and hued purple, both his feet became globs of ink but his limp like stance was gone, he also seem to have grew a tail, his once glowing eye had turned to a roundish full on black eye with a white pupil.. that turned into a silt as his smile became much more eerie and sinister, his bowtie became normal again but it was a full out orange like color, his arms seem to be huge inky like arms the gloved hand dissapearing as he still have his finger like claws kinda, he snarls at the creature who stares in shock "W-WhAT?!?!?!" it said as the ink demon laughed "WhAt's WrOnG?~ DeMoN gOt Ya ToNgUE... HeY oLD mAn..." he said to henry as he looked at him "what?" he said as the ink demon snapped his fingers the wall that henry was slammed too opened like a secret door, seeing a hallway "Go... I'lL bE fiNe OlD mAn..." he said as henry nodded "hey" he said as he looked back, henry saluted him "good luck" he said as the ink demon only grinned "don't do anything stupid.... bud" he said as the ink demon snorted "I mAkE No prOmiSeS~" he said as henry ran off, the two creatures now stared at eachother. The fight starts out between the ink demon and the "nomad" creature, at first as Henry ran he saw a glimpse of the fight seeing how much on equal strength the two seems to fight until the ink demon used the creature's slow adaptation to its new body to his advantage, clawing and punching with his new huge inky arms and hands as the creature snarls and tried attacking the ink demon with its four arms and the demon kept dodging and using his new body and strength to some use taking a few hits before upper cutting the creature as they crashed to a room, Henry took notice of that and saw the creature finally getting the upper hand as it pinned the ink demon down, a shot rang out as it snarled in pain and held its head, looking up to see Henry up on a balcony like bridge before he ran. Before the creature could give chase it was suddenly punches hard to a wall by the ink demon as the two both roar loudly at eachother, slamming and punching eachother, though the creature had the size advantage being at around 20 ft tall, the longer stride and the wingspan giving it a much more taller posture but the ink demon had experience, speed, strength and most of all.... It had intelligence, it knew how to counter the creature. The ink demon charges tackling the creature through another wall and another wall until he threw the creature up in the air, before leaping up and going to the next room above that he threw the creature to. Henry looked over at a nearby window to see the creature and the ink demon fighting it out, both of them fighting nonstop as the creature snarls, using its four arms to slash at the ink demon trying to cause a fatal injury or at least cripple the demon but the ink demon grinned and gave a heavy blow making the creature crash through the window as Henry stepped back as the creature shook its head grumbling as it looks at Henry. before the creature could even comply to seeing Henry it was again charged through a wall by the ink demon as hengrumbles, turning around to look at Henry "WeLl? WhAt ARe yOu WaItInG fOr? GeT A mOvE oN!" He said, before getting pounded on by the creature as it snarls and stomps on the ink demon, before roaring out as it gets shot five times the damage the ink demon did to its hide made it more and more vulnerable to injuries like gun wounds as it snarls and gets pinned down by the ink demon as hnery kept running, the creature snarling and kicking the ink demon off as it tries to chase after Henry desperate to get the man's pure soul to have more power as the ink demon roars, leaping like a tiger and ramming his huge arms jabbing it into its spine as he starts moving it around almost like a puppet, making it slam into walls, floors and even the ceiling, eventually they brought their fight to a open like area as Henry could see the ink demon was having a but fun with the fight. Both the creature and the ink demon did show signs of exhaustion but the creature still didint give up as it fought the ink demon, the ink demon makes a snarl as he was slammed to a nearby anothe room as the ink demon growled and shook his head a bit, before getting up growling as he was punched by the creature as the ink Demon snarls, landing another punch on the creature's skull like face as it stumbles, Henry taking another shot and he was going to shoot it again, until he felt his gun was jammed "shoot!" He said as the creature snarls and runs at him, only for the creature to get charged into another room by the ink demon as they rolled around the creature roaring and throwing him to a multiple row of sharp blades as the ink demon was plopped to the wall as the creature grins, the ink demon makes a short laugh as his white pupil turned to a silt as he lifted his finger as the creature makes a low curious grumble before the ink demon makes a snap of his fingers as a bunch of sharp pointy tiny ink blades came piercing at the creature more than a billion tiny little pieces went piercing slicing through its flesh as the creature snarls out in pain before growling as it and the ink demon both run at eachother roaring. the ink demon would be the first to crash out of the room as he stumbles before being punched and pinned down by the creature's sharp clawed fingers as henry looked back to see the creature was gonna impale the ink demon's head on a spear. in a flash he shot the creature again at the side of the skull like jaw as the creature snarls a bit in anger before growling and dropping the ink demon going to him next as the ink demon recovered quickly and stomping on all three of the tails and morphing both huge hands into sharp inky claws as he started slashing and cutting on the creature's back as he snarled in pain when the creature sprouted it's bony like wings onto the ink demon's chest but he only grinned more and grabbed and tore off the two bony wings by force as henry ran off more as the creature roars in agony as the ink demons with then morph his huge claws to almost sword like arms as he started slashing huge gashes before the creature could even attack the ink demon rammed it's sword like arm into the creature as it snarled in pain as it was bashed by the other as it then crashed into the ink spear as it emitted a low wheezing sound until it went limp. the ink demon emitted a slight snort "NoW WhO's ThE ReAl DeMoN bITcH..." he said grinning before turning around his white pupil staring at the axe that henry dropped along with a survival knife. the ink demon would pick said items up "hE MUsT OF dRoPPeD tHeM... eh-" he felt a sharp pain when it was lifted and sliced on the stomach by the creature as the ink demon roared out in pain before being slammed into the spear himself he coughed up ink as he was then stabbed onto the shoulder by the survival knife, got half his chest rammed and pierced on the shoulder blade by the axe, having his bad leg wound reopen and getting his shoulder crippled as the creature then used all four of it's bony like claws to slash the side of the ink demon's face before it emitted a low wheeze like moan as the creature grunted and looked around for the blessed knife as it went over and picked up the knife as he turns back to look at the ink demon who wasn't doing anything now. ‘nomad’ would chuckle as he watches the ink demon who was impaled on the wall, even with half the toon demon’s soul he still wasn’t powerful enough to stop him “WeLl tHis sUrE IS soMEthInG aND heRe i ThOuGht tHAt ToOn oR oLd MAn woUld Be ThE OnE tO kIlL yOu, iT’s FuNnY oN hOw uNcLEaR YoUR fAte WaS dEmOn” the creature cackles as the ink demon doesn’t response he was just staring at the blessed knife in the creature’s hand the creature swayed it’s three tails each end again containing the elements, with red being the one for joey’s anger, the green being bendy’s energy and the black containing the pure hate and anger that susie has against anything that would tore her and alice apart. the ink demon would still stare his white pupil may be staring straight at him but he himself was focusing on the knife. he would finally focus on him when the creature snorted and asked “WeLl, aNy LAsT wORDs?” he said as the ink demon’s smile twitch… before laughing, he laughed and laughed as the creature would tilt it’s head “HuH? wHy ArE yOU LaUgHiNg?!?” the creature said as the ink demon would laugh even harder and harder “It’S fUnnY cAuSe yOu ALrEaDy LosT! iT doEsn’T mAtTeR iF i Die! WhaT MaTtErS iS tHAt yOu nEeDeD a purE soUl And nOt HeNRy’S bLoOd~ yOuR PlAn FaiLEd YeT AgaIn tHAnkS to ThAt tOoN! AAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA!” the ink demon laughed louder and louder as the creature glared and roared before ramming the blessed knife on the ink demon’s head as the ink demon’s laughter soon slowly turned to a wheezing noise before finally it turned to silence as the creature stares before turning around “FaReWell…. AlPhA” he said as he walks off leaving the ink demon to his fate already. Henry Stops hearing the sounds as he looks to hear... nothing.. no ink demon... no fighting... just.. silence... the retired animator gripped on his fists "no....... damn it.... damn that creature.... i need a plan......." he tries thinking when suddenly something hit, the ink here wasnt like normal ink it was almost warm instead of cold.... slowly henry came up with something the oxygen like steam coming from the pipes and the sprinklers on the ceiling along with adding a few touches here and there... henry grinned he knows how to beat that thing in it's own game but he would need help he ran quickly to find the others. after a while he noticed the creature was again trying to look for him as he quickly runs into a random room. Henry pants after he was in a room after again trying to evade the creature, he heard the pained wheezing laughs of the ink demon dying so he knew he too was no more. he looks around the room trying to find sense of well anything to use. he looks to see a tape, curiously filled his mind wondering why this one was right in place and also where he would find it “…..” with a sigh he carefully walked over to the tape and pressed play on it and what he heard, was shocking “h…hey there….. is this thing on?… ah well…. if it is than…. heya henry… it’s me bendy… listen i… i need to tell you this before joey or that damn demon finds me so…… yeah im going to try to keep this short….. im sorry henry… ya should of never listened to me, if ya haven’t than everything would be back to normal but no…. after you left… things went… so… very wrong” henry noticed how scared bendy’s voice was in the recording “j-j-j-joey s-summoned a demon, a literal demon to try a-and ‘f-fix’ us but…. as you know joey….” bendy’s voice in the recording seem to sigh a bit. “anywho i… i just wanted to say that…. take care of them for me henry” the retired animator was confused to what he meant, until he realized he was talking about boris and alice. "t….they need a normal life outside this studio…. if…. if im gonna go down then… im taking this damn studio with me…. im sorry henry…. im sorry for causing all of this…. whole curse is my fault…. t….things would of been better off… if i haven’t existed in the first place" and with that the tape goes off leaving henry to his own thoughts "……damn it joey.. why…. why all of this… just because of one simple choice… that caused everything to fall apart…. don’t worry buddy…. im gonna make sure you get outta here, even if i have to die to make sure you escape" he said as he suddenly heard a low snarl, the creature was in this room but it was in the process of looking for something, he hid quickly in the nearby closet. the creature emits a low grunt as it sniffs and looks around some more before grumbling and walking away, henry waited a few more before coming back out, he had to hurry and find the others, without a second thought he rushed out of the room running as fast as he can as he rushes more, finally getting to the others, lacie looked at him with worry "w....where's bendy...?" alice weakly said as henry felt his heart broke as he sighed and told them what happened. the angel and the others were shocked to hear this "so.... what now?" boris said as henry glares "i tell you what we're gonna do.... we're gonna make that thing regret it ever crossed us" norman looked up "henry, that thing KILLED *zzzpt* the ink demon, what makes you think we'll be any chance against it?" he said as henry looked at the various pipes that held steam and the sprinklers "when i attacked it, it reacted violently to the steam, i saw a part of it's body froze, only the ribcage, if we can lure it here, we can freeze the damn thing to solid stone almost... and break it" he said as the others looked confused "question" thomas said raising his hand "how are you even gonna lure it here?" he said as henry only stares. An few minutes later or more have passed, the creature could now be seen killing a group of lost ones, growling in anger when it did'int see lacie anywhere, if he got rid of that safe house's leader than they would have no one to give them orders to meaning he can easily pick them off one by one. the thought made ''nomad'' grin at that but before the creature could go even any further to find the group it was pounced by something, the strange raptor from before was back, it clawed and got off of the creature as ''nomad'' roars out at it, the raptor emitting a shrill back, as it ran at the creature using her speed to her advantage as the creature tries to attack, the raptor snarls and bites, slashes and leaves gashes on the creature as even after she was thrown and slammed to the wall by the creature's tails she still kept on fighting, the strange raptor emits a snarl in pain as she was slashed on the back and began getting clawed at repeatedly by the creature's four arms, when it brought up it's first arm for a final strike the raptor's eyes opened widely as she dodges, going around to the back as she starts digging her death talons on the creature's back as ''nomad'' tries to get her off once again, when the raptor spun around and aimed to bite the neck as she succeeded, the creature struggling, the strange raptor used her claws to keep a tight grip, the creature snarls and slashes her waist with it's claws as the strange raptor snarls out in pain, before it yowls as it was bitten down on the neck as the creature lifted the raptor up with it's mouth, as if strangling the raptor's neck with it's mouth as the strange raptors yowls more and tries fighting back, the raptor growing a bit weaker as the creature grins and lifts up the raptor more, as suddenly a blinding light followed by a screech was heard as the creature snarls and drops the raptor which quickly gave it the chance to charge into the creature, knocking it down and then retreating, running past the projectionst who was the one that did it, the creature groans and glares at the projectionst as norman emits a low click and motions him to come over, as he runs off, the creature snarls as it gives chase. halfway the projectionst loses the creature as ''nomad'' looks around frequently before it's 'ears' perked hearing a gun shot "HEY, YOU! REMEMBER ME?!" henry said as the creature snaps towards his direction and roars, going after him as henry runs and runs going to a hallway with a slight dead corridor, he stops at the end of it and turns around, the creature turning around the corridor and it notices henry stopped, it makes a slight chuckle as it moves slowly stopping when it reached out of the doorway it came from as henry pulled a lever, closing the door that the creature came out of as it chuckles "WeLl.... ThIS iS WheRe yOu'lL mAke yOur FiNAl sTAnd HuH hUmaN?" the creature said as henry just cocks his gun "why don't we finish this.... ya damn asshole" he said as the creature growls, before roaring, and running towards him, tripping over the wires as henry begins shooting at the pipes, destroying them as steam shoots out onto the creature as it snarls from the sudden blow, the more henry shoots at the strange pipes the more the steam comes out as it begins roaring in pain, henry aims and shoots the sprinklers as all of them came on at once as the creature begins feeling more pain as it tries running more towards him, but henry shoots the creature several times, two in the knee, 3 in the ribcage and one in the eye socket as it roars and knelt down, it's two extra arms glued now to the floorboards as it's tail were stuck, the bony wings slowly cracking and breaking as the group emerges from their hiding spot "yeah! we got him!" corr said as alice and boris just glares at the creature, henry walking over as it weakly looks at him, before chuckling. "what's so funny?" henry said grunting as the creature makes a low grin "YoU.... hUmAn..... i..... hAve uNdErStImAtEd yOu.... yOu HaVE beSteD me... .hEH..... To ThInk... i tHoUgHt AlL hUmAns WeRe NAViNe.... yOu... YoUR diFFerEnT... YoU CoNTiUne To aMUSe AnD iMprEsS mE... HeH...." the creature begins coughing as ink dripped from it's eye sockets "tO tHINk..... I WaS dEfeAteD bY a MErE mORtAl.... YOU pLAnNEd tHis... i ShOUlD OF bEeN SmaRter Eh?" he said as corr pouted "hey! don't make us feel sorry for you! why did you do all of this huh? why take away henry's friend and make him go crazy?!" he said as ''nomad'' chuckles, ink dripping from it's wounds "wElL.... i SaID... i nEeDeD a bodY.... AnD i OnLy HavE lImIteD tIme iN tHIS fORM cAuse I don't HAve HEnrY's purE soUl, JusT WiTh His BloOD iN mY KnIFe it WAs enOuGh tO keEp ME iN thIS fORm For... HmM AbOuT I shOudl SaY... *cough* 3 DaYs" he said grumbling weakly as henry glares "why use joey? why anyone but him?" he said as the creature glares "THaT HuMaN... DiD'INT DO hIS paRt OF tHE deAl wElL EnOugh I dECidEd eNoUgH WaS enOuGh aND tOok mAtTErS iNtO mY OwN HAndS" he said growling as henry glares more "so, that's it then huh? your gonna die and this curse will all be over" he said blankly as the creature nods "YEs... yOu HAve BeSteD me One ToO Many tImeS... It sEeMS nOW yOu'lL be ThE one To HAve The FInAL lAuGh... or WiLl yOu?" he said chuckling "BuT nO MaTteR.. joeY wIll be FrEeD aND Un BoUnd TO mE tHE mOmeNT he fEEls thaT I haVE gRoWn wEaK" he said as henry glares some more, pulling out bendy's machete and jabbing it on the creature's shoulder "god damn it tell me where the hell is bendy in your body!? i want him back damn it!" he said as the creature howls with laughter while wheezing and coughing as corr glares, about ready to turn to his lanky form out of anger when boris stops him, shaking his head as corr nodded, "wElL- ThaT's A sHAme HeNRy... YoUR fRieND is-" the creature snarls a bit as henry shot it in the neck "SHUT, UP! that is not true i know he's alive!" he said as the creature chuckles "beLivE wHAt YoU wAnt.... leT me TeLl yOu tHis ThOuGh... YOu maY hAve FoIleD my pLAns For tHis WorLD bUT.... HEaR ThIS... i wIll rEtURn oNe dAy HeNRy... And WhEn i Do... YoU Will BE tHE fiRsT i wILl dRag TO hElL WITh, yOu beTteR Wait fOR ThaT DaY HEnrY.. CausE aLWayS... beWaRe the.... iNk DEMON!" the creature then tries one last attempt to attack henry before a loud shot rang out as henry putted a shell right in the creature's chest the bullet piercing right through it as it roars out in pain, it's body slightly cracking as a hand rose out of the cracking body, it was joey's hand, henry's eyes widen as he grabs the hands and pulls out his former boss, joey panting and breathing as he looked worst for wear "t.....thank....you...." he weakly said as the two flinch from hearing the creature roar out in pain, falling to the ground as it's body was cracking as it slowly turned to a puddle of ink, the others sighed in relief at the creature finally dead, before henry furrowed his brows and his eyes widen he sees a familiar green gloved hand "bendy!" the retired animator said, rushing over "bendy oh than-" he almost gasped, bendy was seen, covered in large wounds, and with a large hole in his chest henry stares in shock "oh....no...." he weakly said as bendy opened his eyes, smiling weakly "h...hey there h...henry... d....did w...we g...get him?" he said, coughing slightly as henry nodded "y...yeah bud.... we did....." he said sniffling as bendy weakly smiled, the ink covering half his face so only his right pie-cut eye was looking at him "w....what's the matter henry? why the long..... oh" he said, lifting his hand up and seeing the large hole in his chest as alice and boris stares in shock, corr slightly shivering as tears already start dripping in his eyes. "oh no... b-bendy?!" the small demon said as henry stares at the hooded demon "h...heh... sorry henry....i... i guess i couldn't be a strong enough demon...." he said coughing as henry shushed him "don't, save your energy bud i'll i'll get some ink! it'll fix you i know it will-" bendy placed a finger weakly on his lips "shh.... don't henry... it's the end of the road for me... w....we have some good times d...did we?" he said as henry nodded, frowning still "y...yeah... why bendy... why did'int ya tell me sooner bud..." he said as the demon had tears dripping down "i..... i did'int want you to h...hate me..." he sigh breathing heavily as henry shook his head "you know i can never hate you bud, you know that don't you?..." he said sniffling as the demon nodded "h...heh..... yeah... i do..... im so tired old man..... im just so... so tired... it's funny" he said weakly smiling with a peaceful look "i thought.... death.... was cold.... but... it's.... warm.... i never thought death could be so... heh... warming...." he said weakly coughing as henry had tears finally dripping from his eyes "don't leave just yet buddy i promised you i let you see the outside! the beautiful blue skies.. the lush green grass, the peaceful nights and oh the ocean... im not breaking my promise to you bendy... jess would of loved to meet you.." he said, sniffling as bendy weakly smiled again as he lifted his hand up, as henry grabbed it with his own hand "listen..... henry?" he said as he nodded "yeah buddy... im still here" he said as bendy sniffled, tears dripping from his eyes "p....promise me.... that you'll take good care of all of them..... would you?" he said weakly sniffling as henry realizes what he meant now by not existing "oh... no dont' do this to me buddy, come on just keep your eyes open for a little while longer we can fix this we can-" bendy weakly coughs "n...no...... im so tired henry... i just.... wanna...... r....rest....... im.... sorry i could'nt.... be the..... demon.... you.... wanted.....dad...." his hand falls from henry's hand as ie laid on the ground his eyes closing as his heartbeat stops, henry stares, shocked as alice then sobs into boris's shoulders, corr whimpering as tears drip down "no...nonononononNO!" henry said grabbing bendy gently by the shoulders and shaking him "COME ON BUDDY! DON'T YOU DARE CLOSE YOUR EYES ON ME! PLEASE! PLEASE BUDDY! DON'T!" he said almost about to sob as he finally did, while saying "don't..... leave me......my blessed... son" he said as he sobs, with the others mourning in their own way. meanwhile... back with the corpse of the ink demon that had been impaled, the ink had stop oozing from him as he was still in his reborned form, slowly... his fingers twitched

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empiricalwritings · 6 years ago

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Nose to the Grindstone

@haunted-egoween

8 October: The man in front of him, let out an exasperated sigh as he glared.

“Get out of my way, or I’ll move you myself.”

Marvin knew magic was real. True, most of his tricks were sleight of hand, but he was sure it existed. So, it was strange that he would be surprised when the statue appeared in the back yard. There was nothing that stood out with the stone figure. No glowing eyes. No hostile aura. It was just a statue. Nothing more than soulless rock.

At first, Marvin didn’t notice the statue. He rarely ventured outside, and JJ was always redecoration the yard. Raking the fallen leaves, Marvin couldn’t help but notice the odd obelisk. It didn’t fit the current theme of the area and was much too large for JJ to move on his own. The statue fit the description of an elderly man, his back hunched over and wrinkles masking his face. With a shiver, Marvin resumed his work and avoided thinking of the ominous sculpture.

That night, sleep failed to overcome the young magician. His mind focused on the statue. In his dreams, the stonework surrounded him. He could not escape it. He was cursed. The painful details of the sculpture occupied his thoughts. He was imprisoned by his own imagination. It appeared in everything he saw. It was a nightmare.

When morning finally surfaced, Marvin swore to never go out in the backyard again. He never wanted to see the statue again. He wasn’t going to look, yet a wicked curiosity in the dark crevasses of his heart yearned for another look. He couldn’t resist. The statue called him, and he had no choice but to obey. Outside, the stone figure stood. It was still there, yet something seemed off. The haunting feelings inside Marvin changed their mind. It was time to go back inside. If only he had investigated further. Maybe he would have noticed the matted grass just behind the figure.

The whole day, Marvin couldn’t keep his mind off the statue. He would stare into space while doing various tasks. Not even his magic tricks could shake the trance. After eating a bland lunch, he subconsciously wandered back to the sculpture. It was true. The stone man was now several feet closer to the door to the house.

Now what? Marvin tried to move the figure back, but its weight rendered his efforts useless. Panic filled his veins. Somehow, this immoveable wall managed to threaten Marvin. This statue was attacking him with its formidable presence. He had no other choice but to retreat.

Several instincts on full alert, Marvin rushed inside and locked the door behind him. It wouldn’t be enough. The only secure defense against the massive rock was a barricade. He rolled the piano to block the door. Everything he could carry was piled on top to add strength.

The rest of the evening, Marvin hid in his room. He couldn’t risk leaving and being caught by the monster outside. Hours passed, and Marvin’s drowsiness wore him down to sleep. His dreams were relaxed and filled with calm scenery. In the midst of his peaceful oasis, a thunderous thump echoed below. Marvin jolted awake, fully aware of its source. Trembling under his covers, Marvin wished the noise would disappear. Against his better hopes, the echoes persisted.

He had no choice. Still wrapped in his blanket, Marvin made his way downstairs to the barricaded door. With each new thump, the piano pile rattled and rocked. It’s an idiotic piece of stone. It can’t bang on a door like that. The thumping must be from some wild animal. With this formulated confidence, Marvin removed his barricade. A single deep breath, and he opened the door.

Filling the entire doorway, the statue towered over the small magician. He would have screamed, but his terror immobilized his body. He would have screamed, but his lungs were frozen. The man in front of him, let out an exasperated sigh as he glared.

“Get out of my way, or I’ll move you myself.”

Still petrified, Marvin could only stare as the massive sculpture trampled and crushed him as it continued to its unknown destination.

#October writing #Egoween #My writing #prompt writing #Marvin the Magnificent #character death #statue

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httpbaejins · 7 years ago

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hopeless | bae jinyoung [1]

Jinyoung couldn’t help it. He was hurting himself, tearing every piece of his heart like a predator eating its prey. He stayed thinking it was fine, hoping that it would turn out well someday but in the end, it’s always him who’s hurting himself over and over again.

Characters: Bae Jinyoung x nameless OC x Park Jihoon Genre: Angst Words count: 1.990 A/N: I had to split this into 2 parts :< its been a while, i hope you guys enjoy this one :> feedbacks will be really appreciated!

Jinyoung came early.

He had been thinking about if ever since he asked her. He was excited, yet nervous at the same time. A lot of thoughts were running around his mind, causing a dizziness which frustrated him in a good way.

It was really, finally happening.

His watch told him it was 3:50, which made his heart thump faster than it already was. She should be here soon. Somehow, Jinyoung felt like he couldn’t wait for her to show up but also at the same time wanted her to be late. He was nervous, for real. He was never this nervous, not even when college acceptance announcement was out.

It was actually happening. He couldn’t believe it either. It felt like he wasn’t living in that moment, it was too good to be true. It was like having his dream come true, when it’s not exactly like that.

Jinyoung’s thoughts went back to the way it was before. He had been suffering for years, watching her from afar. It all started when he moved to the town in middle school. Jinyoung was walking to the bus stop on first day of school, spotting a girl with a uniform similar from his. Assuming they’re in the same school, he followed her and apparently they were. They were even in the same class that year.

That was only the start.

They were in the same class in seventh grade and the final grade of middle school. They apparently went to the same high school too. In the first two years of high school, they were in the same class again.

Of course she knew him well. For her, Jinyoung was a shy kid who lived nearby. He was actually really shy during their first year. They’re so used to see each other in the bus stop that they decided to just go to school together since then. They were pretty close, but not that close. They hung out with different groups of friends at school. Jinyoung was just a close friend to her, but not exactly a best friend.

But for him, she was everything. He had put his guards down when they got close, and that’s when he started to see her as someone else, not a friend he walked together with. Whenever she smiled and looked at him, he felt like he’s going to die. He knew so much about her, the way her dimples didn’t show when she’s fake smiling, the way she walked when she’s excited, the sound of her squeal, Jinyoung noticed it all.

But she never noticed him the way he did.

She had another guy best friend, the school’s prince Park Jihoon. They got close when they were in high school, and slowly started to became something else within two years. That day, when Jinyoung decided to just tell her the feelings he had been having for years was the day Jihoon came to the cafeteria, suddenly joining Jinyoung and the other guys, with a cheerful smile on his face.

“She said yes. We’re going out.”

And since then, Jinyoung waited.

He waited, although he couldn’t see their relationship coming to an end anytime soon. Despite being another school prince due to his cool aura and great looks, he rejected a lot of girls. He could see sincerity in Jihoon’s eyes. Jihoon loved her. She loved Jihoon too. Jinyoung was nobody, except a cool guy who used to walk and ride the bus together with her, before Jihoon started to make a big deal out of it.

Jinyoung wouldn’t lie, he kinda disliked the guy although Jihoon wasn’t a bad guy at all. But the guy didn’t like seeing his girlfriend and Jinyoung walk together, so he started to tag along with them when they started dating and it pissed Jinyoung off. But of course he didn’t show it, he was too cool for that. He just played along, pretended that nothing was wrong.

When he actually wanted to choke himself for being stupid.

He just couldn’t move on. He had been crushing on her for three years before she started dating Jihoon. He saw her practically everyday. He couldn’t get rid of the image of her in the back of his mind. The girl haunted him for years, getting into his heart and locked herself in it. Jinyoung was hopeless, knowing that he couldn’t really do anything to stop this feeling.

Jinyoung didn’t know whether fate was doing him a favor or making it worse, but she coincidentally got accepeted in the same major and university as him. They were in classes together and doing projects together. After all these years, Jinyoung felt like he was more than someone who walk her home everyday.

They were then in the second year in university when Lee Daehwi suddenly sit next to Jinyoung who was trying to study in the library.

“Why are you here?” Jinyoung asked, knowing that his high school best friend was actually from the other department.

“I have a great news for you.”

“What great news would make someone skip class just to announce it?” Jinyoung asked again.

“Class is boring! And I somehow think Professor Jung hates me so much. He must be looking for me right now,” Daehwi checked his watch. “Anyway! Are you ready to hear the news?”

“It doesn’t matter if I’m ready or not, you’re gonna say it anyway.”

Daehwi rolled his eyes. “Why can’t you be nice for once? She broke up with Jihoon.”

Jinyoung’s eyes widened instantly.

Sincerely, he felt sorry. The two of them was actually look good together. Everyone who saw them probably thought the couple would last forever. Jinyoung thought so too. They loved each other. They spent years together. What happened?

Albeit so, a spark of hope lit up inside him. He sat in silence for a few seconds, trying to find out the reason but also trying to make plans for later. He was shaken by the truth but somehow he was relaxed. It’s like something that had been holding him back finally let go and set him free.

“Are you kidding?”

“I wouldn’t lie to you on this,” Daehwi said, trying to convince his confused friend.

“Don’t lie to me on this,” Jinyoung threatened.

Daehwi shrugged. “It’s fine if you don’t believe me. I regret ditching Professor Jung now. I’m sorry, Professor, I should’ve known that my friend right here is such an ungrateful brat.”

Jinyoung let the insult pass. He was still confused. “But ... why?”

“Why?” Daehwi asked back. “Did you just seriously ask that? Are you stupid? Are you over her? Are you not happy?”

“No, it’s just .... Daehwi, it’s her and Jihoon. I thought it wouldn’t be possible--”

“Well, you thought wrong,” Daehwi cut him off. “Actually, I don’t know why either. But all I’m gonna say is, it’s your turn now. You have been torturing yourself for years. It’s time to make a move!”

Jinyoung kept his mouth shut for a few seconds. Something good was finally happening to him. Maybe he would get rid of the title “hopeless” soon. Daehwi was right, it was time to finally make a move.

He nodded. “Yeah,” he said in a low voice. “I will. I will do my best.”

At the memory of that day, Jinyoung smiled. But the memory of the other day made him smiled wider.

“Jinyoung! You look soulless,” she said, patting his back.

He stopped being lazy and turned to look at her. God, she was shining like stars in the sky, like glitters on fabric. She had grown so much compared to the first time he saw her. The memory of Daehwi telling him she had broken up with Jihoon came back, and that’s when he was starting to get nervous.

“Y-yeah, I don’t get this lesson, actually. I don’t know how I’m going to survive,” Jinyoung said, trying not to meet her eyes.

“Ah, really? It’s honestly not that bad. It’s pretty easy, actually. It’s Professor Yoon’s class that makes me want to just die,” she chuckled.

His eyes widened. “What? No, don’t die. Professor Yoon is my favorite. I swear he’s--”

“Yeah yeah, you’re smart at it and you’re his assistant! I don’t want to hear no more,” she cut him off laughing. “I have an idea. If I tutor you on this, would you tutor me on that too? I’m in danger right now, I haven’t do anything to the task he gave us.”

Jinyoung raised his eyebrows. “Are you crazy? It’s due in three days!”

“That’s why I said I’m in danger!” she argued back, slapping the guy’s hand. “Yah, Jinyoung, help me. Please. I really have no idea what am I doing, I have no idea of anything he said!”

You don’t even have to beg for it, I’ll do anything for you, Jinyoung thought, staring at the girl in silence as she tried not to laugh seeing the look on his face.

“I will,” he finally said. “When are you free?”

“Tomorrow. 4PM. Are you busy?”

“I’m practically jobless,” Jinyoung chuckled. “Alright. The cafe near the library sounds good to you?”

“Yes,” she smiled. “Yes! Thank you. I’m so happy right now, you have no idea. I’ll see you then, Jinyoung!”

Jinyoung smiled.

He was happier. Much more happier, she had no idea.

He had never been in a project together with her at school. Well, he actually had, once in the seventh grade. But he didn’t talk much, he was too shy. After that, they somehow never put together in a pairing project.

“Oh, God! Am I late?”

Jinyoung snapped out of his thoughts as the person he had been waiting for sat in front of him, looking effortlessly beautiful. His heart stopped. He couldn’t believe the reality. Something like this has never happened before.

It was his chance.

“O-oh, hey, n-nope. Just sit down, I was just nearby, so I came early,” Jinyoung smiled through his lies.

“Ah, that’s a relief. I would’ve feel really bad if I make you wait,”

He smiled again. Being in front of her like this, he couldn't stop smiling. Jinyoung was too much of a fool for that girl.

"Well, a good thing you didn't, right?" he chuckled, then his tone turned serious, although deep inside he's just trying to calm down. "So what can I help you with?"

She smiled, then starting to roam through her backpack, putting a laptop on the table and a bunch of paper. She then started to talk about how she hated the lesson and explaining that she couldn't understand some stuff, showing him a lot of unfinished notes on her book, the result of her trying so hard.

Maybe it wasn't because she was stupid. She was never a stupid person, she had never been the person who ask someone else to tutor her. She had always been the complete opposite. Maybe it was just because her mind was somewhere else. Maybe her mind was on the guy who stole her heart three years ago.

"It's not actually that hard, though," Jinyoung said after reading the topic of the lesson she said she couldn't understand all along.

"Yeah," she lowkey agreed. "I just can't focus these days. Anyway, this one right here ....."

Focus? Talking about not focusing, Jinyoung was also bad at it when she's around. Just then when she explained how she couldn't understand the things she showed him, all he did was looking down at the paper, pretending to read them while listening to her when he was actually just in daze. Everything she did amazed him. He liked the sound of her voice. He didn't actually caught on what she said but at least he knew the points she couldn't understand.

"Are you okay?" Jinyoung's voice changed in concern.

Are you okay?

She stopped talking then turned to him.

Was she okay?

#wanna one #bae jinyoung #kpop scenarios #wanna one scenario #wanna one scenarios #bae jinyoung scenario #bae jinyoung scenarios #baejin #w1 #park jihoon #kpop angst #jinyoung

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asktemmie-frisk · 6 years ago

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Furious Flying Fur (Lost and Found Arc)

About 2 weeks after their first therapy session, Frisk, Chara, Asgore and even Asriel started feeling a lot better about themselves. Things were starting to look up for them all. Even Toriel's tune changed when she saw that Chara and Frisk stopped harming themselves. Frisk started feeling more confident and stable, and Chara's hatred toward humans ebbed down to a minor annoyance.

Then came one day when the evening rolled around. Toriel was grading Frisk and Chara's assignments from their homeschooling sessions. As she decided to take a break, she saw Frisk and Chara in the living room, sitting next to each other as they watched a bad movie.

"Well, isn't this a fine sight for sore eyes." She said, noticing the couple's sedated moment.

"So, no appointment today?"

"Nope. We're just watching a bad movie together." Frisk said, still staring at the screen.

"Besides, we finished our homework, so we have some free time to just do whatever."

"Well, that is good. Just be sure to come into the kitchen to help me cook dinner when I call for you."

"Sure. Whatever."

"Hey mom, wait." Chara said, realizing Frisk was talking to Toriel.

"Yes, my child?"

"Can we talk?"

"Well, sure. What did you want to talk about?"

"It's about...your former relationship with dad."

Toriel instantly seized up in anger that remained hidden until that moment.

"What...about...your father?" She asked, clenching both her fists.

"I just wanted to ask if you would like come with us on our next appointment so we could really talk about your old flame a little."

"He was never an 'old flame'. He was a whiny little bitch that I raped because he was too fucking spineless to DEFEND HIMSELF BEFORE I LEFT HIS FUCKING ASS!"

Toriel became profane, and she set her left arm on fire. She ignored the flame that danced on her fur.

"He is NOT spineless! He's just a nice person that-"

"Oh, don't give me that bullshit, Chara! You honestly think that's the truth?! The truth is he's a fucking pussy, AND YOU KNOW IT!"

Chara made her creepy face in frustration and anger.

"He...is not... A PUSSY, MOM! You just never treated him like he mattered until it was too late to! Stop trying to act like what happened is all his fault!"

Toriel started to get savage with her language, and she threw in a hint of sarcasm to add insult to injury.

"You know what? You're right. It ISN'T all his fault. It's all YOUR FAULT, YOU FUCKING CRETIN!"

"Excuse me?!"

"No, you're not excused yet. If you hadn't tried to kill yourself like a fucking dumb little cunt, none of this would've happened!"

Chara lost her creepy face and started to cry with anger still present.

"I know you don't mean that, mom."

"Oh, I did, you dumb fucking bimbo. Since when do you know anything about anything? Your parents died because they had you, and-"

Frisk punched Toriel in the face hard enough to knock her down.

"Stop talking to Chara like that." He said as his eyes glowed red and black.

"Fuck you, you little mutt. Or should I say son of a bitch, because THAT'S BASICALLY WHAT YOUR MOM IS?!"

Frisk lost his temper, and lunged at Toriel, ready to brutually kill her. Chara grabbed him as hard as she could, holding him back.

"LET GO, CHARA!" He snarled with murder in his eyes.

"No, please! Don't kill mom!" Chara asked with tears in her eyes.

Frisk relented, but he didn't lower his guard as he growled at Toriel. Toriel had enough of this.

"Get out." She said in a low voice, not noticing Asriel was watching from the doorway.

Chara was shocked. She couldn't believe what she just heard.

"What? What did you say?"

"GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE! GET OUT OF MY LIFE, TOO! AND TAKE YOUR FUCKING MUTT YOU CALL A BOYFRIEND WITH YOU!"

Chara gasped in shock, and started crying harder.

"Fine. I'll pack my stuff and go to dad's."

Chara cried silently as she went upstairs to quickly pack up her things, ignoring Asriel as he watched in shock and awe. Frisk followed angrily and went to his room to pack his things as well. Asriel got angry as he heard what happened. Then after a few minutes, Flowey started talking to Asriel in his mind. Let me out; I have something to tell that bitch, the alter-ego said to the prince. Asriel obliged, and Flowey came out to ruin Toriel completely. He violently grabbed Toriel, ready to shout her head off.

"YOU FUCKING BITCH!" He said as Toriel started to tremble.

"Wha? Asriel, why are y-"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP! ASRIEL AIN'T HERE TO SAVE YOUR FUCKING ASS, YOU GOAT BITCH! In fact, the only things saving you from me are about to leave!"

"What do you mean the o-"

"Mom, if you need Frisk and I, we'll be at dad's place." Chara sadly declared as she and Frisk carried their luggage to Asgore's house through the front door.

Frisk closed the door behind him, but not before flipping Toriel off with black eyes that had Toriel's reflection in them. The elder boss monster became petrified, realizing what Flowey had said.

"See that? Your only arguable protection, and you kicked them out of your life FOREVER! Now you have nothing to save you, nowhere to hide, and nowhere to run! I can make you suffer as I wish now!"

Asriel's horns grew longer and curved down a little before curving back up. Then Flowey laughed at Toriel's now hopeless situation...which was actually well deserved, especially since she did cause it!

"Now then, since you and I have some alone time, and your son isn't going to interfere, I want to know what the fuck is wrong with you, Toriel."

Toriel trembled in fear as Flowey asked the question.

"Isn't it obvious? Nothing's wrong with me."

"Then why did you rape your husband and threaten to kill him, throw him and your entire kingdom under the bus, and let six children go to their deaths before finally deciding to do something about it?"

Toriel didn't have an answer.

"That's what I thought."

Toriel scowled at Flowey while he was in control of Asriel.

"You don't care about Asgore. You don't care about anyone. The only person you would care about is Chara, Flowey. You said it yourself. And even then, you can't TRULY care about them."

"At least I was fine with that! At least I was okay with not being able to genuinely care about Chara! I'm the one whose soulless! You, on the other hand, I know what you wanted. You wanted to use Asgore for as long as you saw fit, and then discard him. So if you really think about it, you're why I'm like this. All being soulless did was give me a reason to not feel bad about it. As for you, you have a soul, but never ONCE did you act like you need or deserve it. I'll admit it, I did kill a lot of people before Asriel got to come back and have us both become one person, but at least I was honest about it! You, on the other hand, you almost killed Asgore by bringing him to such a desolate mindset. YOU'RE the one who should be ashamed of yourself, not Asriel, not Chara, and ESPECIALLY NOT FRISK!"

Toriel started tearing up. She couldn't believe how horrible Asriel's soulless side was being to her, despite technically both sides having at least one soul.

"Stop it. Why are you being so heartless? You think I'm wrong to have wants?"

"WANTS?! YOU CALL MAKING THE KING YOUR SEX SLAVE AND TREATING HIM LIKE SHIT 'WANTS'?! Why are you trying to defend yourself? And why do you do that stupid high class bullshit? You know you're beyond terrible."

"What, I'm not allowed to have hope that people don't think of me as despicable?"

"HOPE?! YOU CALL YOUR REFUSAL TO CHANGE YOUR OLD WAYS IN THE EXPECTATIONS OF EVERYTHING TO GO IN YOUR SPECIFIC FAVOR 'HOPE'?! The very notion of what you're saying is laughable at best! To be brutally honest, YOU'RE A WALKING JOKE, TORIEL!"

Flowey dropped Toriel back on the ground, laughing uncontrollably at her despair. He found a lot of pleasure in seeing this boss monster cry her eyes out.

"Stop it." She meeked begged.

"Why should I?! The only decent people in your life cared about you, and you threw them out like a piece of trash! And now you're deciding to take them back because you think you can make amends?! The very notion is comical to me!"

"Why are doing this to me? Stop treating me like this. Stop hurting me so much."

"I'm not even hurting you, idiot. And plus, I'm not treating you badly or anything. All I'm doing is giving you a taste of your own medicine. Doesn't taste so good, does it? Now that 'hubby' isn't here to take your meds for yo-oh, pardon me- 'EX-hubby'. Anyway, you're getting back what you put out. You got your privacy, but you lost your protection and family. You got what you wanted, but in exchange, you lost what you had. And to make matters worse for you, what you had and what you needed most of all were your family, and you gave it all up, all because of one little argument that escalated into something it shouldn't have been! That's why it's so funny for me to watch people's lives go up in smoke!"

Flowey cackled evilly as Toriel started getting angry.

"Stop. It's...it's...IT'S NOT FUNNY, YOU OVERGROWN WEED!"

Toriel was angry enough to set both of her entire arms alight. She was sick and tired of having to feel so bad about her past and get judged through its entirety.

She stopped caring whether Asriel was still there or not.

"Oh, so you're gonna fight me, eh? This is great! THIS is what I've been waiting for! It's one thing to remind people of how horrible they really are, but it's WAY more amusing if they start trying to 'prove it all wrong'! Those are the people that are actually interesting to me because they're willing to defend themselves until the end!"

"DAMN RIGHT, I'M GONNA DEFEND MYSELF! I HAVE NOTHING LEFT TO GIVE UP EXCEPT FOR MY OWN LIFE, SO COME AT ME, YOU FUCKING WEED! I'M RIPPED!"

Toriel became angry enough to completely engulf herself in flames, similar to a respective aura. Flowey simply laughed at her as the fight commenced.

"Look at you! Trying to make me scared of you like it's gonna make a fucking difference! Don't worry about that, lambchop! I'll wipe that pride off your face in no time!"

Toriel used her fire magic in a propulsive manner, charging to Flowey, only to have her supercharge get abruptly interrupted by a knee to her chest, literally knocking the wind out of her and extinguishing her flames at the same time. Flowey violently grabbed her again and stood her up, holding her by her neck. After she was steadied, he landed a punch to her face. She dodged another, only to have a vine spring up out of the wall and sucker-punch her in her cheek. The force was enough to knock her down to the ground. She got up and tried to claw at Asriel, missing every time except for the last one, which resulted in nothing but a light grazing that couldn't even break his skin. Flowey guffawed mockingly and jabbed her stomach again, causing her to cough a little blood. She fell to her knees to catch her breath and recover from the blow to her stomach as Flowey stood over her in a domineering manner.

"I can't believe it. Is that all you got? 'Cause if that's all you've got, then I can't believe you're really this weak."

Flowey forcibly slammed his foot into Toriel's back, causing her to bellow in pain. He kept kicking her while she was down, listening to her cries of anguish and enjoying every impact like it would be his last. After 30 seconds of "playtime" with Toriel, he stopped as he saw she was thoroughly defeated, crying in pain.

"Please. No more." She tearfully begged.

"Please, just...please stop."

Toriel couldn't dry her eyes, no matter how hard she tried. She felt weak and powerless.

"I'm sorry, Asriel. You must hate me so much now."

Toriel was completely aware of what she just said to Flowey and Asriel. And why wouldn't she be? She got herself in the mess she created, and she couldn't get out. I don't deserve to be with anyone anymore, she said to herself. I had it good, and now my family fervently hates me. With a passion. I should just tell Flowey to end this PATHETIC farce I call a life. As Flowey looked down, he got bored seeing Toriel's pathetic frame. Then he noticed the locket Asgore gave to her. He took it off of her.

"See, Toriel? I got your precious heart locket, or should I say 'soul' instead?"

Flowey dangled it in front of her, trying to get a reaction out of her. His efforts worked perfectly.

"That's my locket...give it back to me." Toriel grunted, trying to pick herself up through her tears using her rage.

"Aw, what's the matter? Oh, you want your ba-ba? You gonna cwy if you don't-"

Toriel swiftly punched Asriel in the groin, causing Flowey to scream in pain and drop the locket. She quickly scrambled to it and latched on, almost like if she let go even for a second, it would be gone forever. Flowey quickly recovered from the cheap shot Toriel took.

"Damn, that fucking hurts! Still up to actually fight?! GOOD! I WAS HOPING YOU-"

"NO!"

"NO?! WHAT DO YOU MEAN 'NO'?"

"I mean 'no'! I'm not fighting you anymore."

Toriel was still angry, but she was also beyond sad.

"I am PISSED THE FUCK OFF BEYOND ALL REASON, but I am NOT fighting! I concede. I yield. I cannot continue. I don't know why I tried to fight you in the first place, especially since I knew it was a doomed bout. You are correct about everything you said. I was right to be bested by you. I give up. Do what you will at this point. I don't care. Just make it quick."

Toriel gave up, completely relenting to whatever mercy Flowey had for her.

"Fine. If that's how you want it, then consider this meeting done, Toriel. I think it's time Asriel got a say in this."

Flowey went back to Asriel's mind as the young boss monster looked at his mother in disappointment.

"You know, mom, you're lucky Flowey decided to spare you. You're lucky to get away from him with your life." Asriel said, looking down at his mother.

"Asriel..." That was all Toriel could say in her shock.

"Wait. Hold on. Did I say 'lucky'? And with such a dreaded life like yours? How cruel of me to remind you of how abysmally awful you feel because of your mistakes from your past finally catching up to you. For shame!"

Asriel turned away from his mother, facing the stairway as he took a few steps to it, but not ascending. Flowey came out one last time to berate Toriel, but Asriel was still in control, so they both spoke in unison with a distorted voice.

"You are so wretched that I don't need to meddle in your PATHETIC life to make it more miserable than it already is. So you know what, Toriel? I'm not going to kill you, and I'm not taking your soul either. No. Now I have a much better idea. Instead of what I did in the past, I'm gonna take a more pacified option. I'm gonna let your own pain end your own sad existence. Yes. If there's one thing I know best about people hating themselves, it's that there's no worse punishment than being yourself. Except maybe being yourself all BY yourself. But look at the bright side. You don't want Chara or Frisk in your life anymore, so you'll never be forced to see them ever again. EVER."

Asriel walked upstairs and quickly packed his bags, not letting his anger abate even slightly.

When he got back down in less than 5 minutes, he headed straight to the door. Toriel desperately clung to Asriel's leg.

"NO, PLEASE! DON'T LEAVE ME!" She beseeched with tears flowing endlessly.

"No, mom! I'm leaving."

"But Asriel, why? Why are you leaving me?!"

"Because...first, you kick dad out, then you kick the kingdom out, NOW YOU KICK MY BEST FRIEND AND HER BOYFRIEND OUT?! Who's next, me?! Well, I'm not waiting for that, so I'm leaving on my own! That way, you CAN'T kick me out! That's right! I refuse to give you the satisfaction! Goodbye. And don't follow me, either. Unless you're ready to make amends. And I mean actually do it, not just pretend and do this shit again."

"But Asriel-"

Asriel kicked Toriel in the face, forcing her to let go.

"Worthless. Don't show your pathetic face around me again unless you're ready to grow up..."

And that was it. Asriel walked out with everything he packed, slamming the door forcefully behind him, and he headed straight to Asgore's house. Toriel was left in the wake of it all as she was left battered, bruised, and isolated. All she could do was cry on the ground, curling up in a ball. For hours on end, she just wept to herself with no one to hear her cries. She finally understood what she did to herself. She had a great life, had great friends, and had a great family, and she gave all of that up. She would never be able to live down this soul-crushing, unfathomable sadness for as long as she was alive.

#undertale #frisk (undertale)#chara (undertale)#asriel dreemurr #toriel #temmie #boss monster #monster #human #hybrid #temmie-frisk #sorry for the long post #i'm trying to tell a story here #lost and found arc

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Backstory Drabble (Dylan) Part Three of Seven

A/N: various triggers are contained within this drabble, so read at your own discretion.

Thank you.

1745

He did as he asked. He did what his master wanted. He collected the souls, he killed the innocent, and over time, he hardened himself.

“The soulless aren’t meant to feel,” Thomas told him.

“Then why do we?”

His answer was a hard blow that knocked him off his feet. He tasted blood and he laughed.

“You don’t know the answer, do you? And it infuriates you.”

The next blow shattered bone. Somehow, he still managed to grin, to challenge, to ignore the death threat from years ago. The bones mended, the flesh healed. He knew his master would kill him if he continued, but that was all part of the fun.

And maybe a final death would mean a final freedom.

But his master wouldn’t give him up. He liked having someone to torture and hurt and crush beneath his boot. Someone he could use for his own pleasures and cast aside when he no longer needed him. Someone who was completely his, completely beneath his rule. A slave.

It was the prolonged suffering he liked. Death would be too easy.

So he challenged. Provocation and anger was all he had left.

1759

Sleep did not come so easily to him, but he did slumber. He never dreamed, but when he woke, there was a fleeting feeling that something had gripped him tightly as he slept and would not let go. The woman in bed beside him wasn’t so affected, so he left her and went out to the streets.

Darkness and nothing but. At this hour, the humans slept.

But there was something there, something tangible and real and it had drawn him out. And it had fled, leaving him to wonder just what and why.

1777

There was a girl with a familiar face. He followed her for days before he realized what was making her so familiar to him.

Dark hair. Dark eyes. A smile that brightened her entire face. When she turned to look at him, when the realization came, it was as if the dead had returned.

Elizabeth.

His breath caught. He was frozen. Her aura was so bright, so good, so innocent.

Please, please don’t let him see her. Please don’t let him want her. He didn’t dare look behind him, to where his master spoke with a shop owner. He kept his gaze on her.

She wasn’t Elizabeth, he told himself. Elizabeth was dead. She’d been dead two hundred years.

Her smile turned concerned. “Do I know you, sir?”

He shook his head. “No.” The word was strangled leaving his mouth. “No, you are mistaken.” He turned away and quickly retreated.

It wasn’t her. She was dead. He’d have to remember that.

It would be easier, less painful, if he’d cut out his own heart instead of having it ripped from his chest at the sight of her.

1814

It wasn’t the first time he’d spilled blood—it certainly wouldn’t be the last. It was still warm on his hands, wet. It hadn’t even been necessary, after all, the man was already dead. He’d taken his soul, put it in a nice little bottle, at his master’s request.

But there was something about spilling the blood that felt good, that made it real. He prized the blood now drying on his hands.

He rubbed his fingers together. The blood turned tacky beneath his touch.

A loud gasp, glass shattering, drew his attention to the doorway. The woman who stood in the middle of it was young—not a child, but a woman—with an aura that shone brightly through the darkness. She moved forward, crouching by the dead man. “Matthew? Matthew?!”

By now, he should’ve been gone. Either kill the woman, or leave her to her grief. He didn’t. Instead, he stayed, he watched her clutch at Matthew’s corpse, watched her mourn and scream. He wasn’t sure why he stayed, why he felt the need.

When she lifted her red-rimmed eyes and glared at him, he saw the flash of anger consume her aura. It brightened, turned red, and surrounded her in a blazing heat.

Well, that was something.

“Why?” Her voice was tight, released through clenched teeth. Her fingers curled tightly in the bloodied fabric of the corpse’s shirt, and she didn’t let go, only tightened her grip.

“S’what I do, love.”

The red of her aura punctuated with black, with white, with a multitude of colors as fear and realization came to her. He knew she saw what he was, saw the black-eyed stare. And she feared it.

“Demon. Monster.” Her words were a hiss.

He liked that, having it acknowledged. It certainly beat lying. “That’s right.”

He expected more fear. A scream. Something. Instead, her eyes narrowed into more of a glare. Her body shook with rage.

“You will not get away with this.”

The laughter bubbled out of him before he could stop it. Shock registered on the woman’s face, then renewed anger. “You will not!” she declared again.

He turned with another laugh. It seemed very unlikely she would.

1816

There was enjoyment in being hunted, he learned. Nothing could kill him—save for the one thing his master threatened, but that seemed a very dim possibility. They tried the usual things. Holy water did nothing but make him wet. Salt wasn’t the deterrent they’d hoped. Silver did nothing more than cut like any steel. It healed over instantly.

His master had warned him once about provoking demon hunters or vampire slayers or any other such warriors for good. Some were smarter than they appeared.

But he’d only warned him once. He doubted his master particularly cared if he met his end at the hands of one of these men or women. As if they could even touch him.

The past two years had been trial enough of that. One failed attempt after another, finally made him wonder what the fuss was about. Just who had he wronged so terribly this time? Oh, there were a few humans who came to mind—the woman who’d vowed revenge on him just a few years prior seemed the most likely candidate.

At least she was giving it her best, and that was impressive to him.

In the long run, he concluded it didn’t matter. They’d never touch him, no matter what came at him. And he was confident—perhaps too much so—when he lured the most recent hunter on his trail into the church.

It was a trap.

That was new. He realized it too late when he found he couldn’t move. The binding symbols—there were so many of them, multiple energies and magics and forces combined together just to hold him.

His master had never warned him what to expect if the hunters happened to be witches.

He did a quick count. Thirteen. A decent coven. A powerful coven. One of them stepped forward, and he recognized her.

So he’d been right. It was the vengeful woman, the one who sobbed over Matthew.

Her words were a whispered hiss, a curse, an angry testimony. He didn’t hear much of it. He was watching the witches, his head whipping to and fro, watching the magic take on a tangible form, their souls combined as their powers grew and took shape and became one mass of concentrated energy.

He’d never seen anything like it.

He screamed. He raged. He pushed back with his own power but it did nothing. The woman bared her teeth at him in a smile, a grimace.

The explosion of power rocked right through him. The light was the brightest thing he’d ever seen—pure white and blinding. There was no escape from it. It tore him apart, from the outside in, light working its way through his pores and deep down into the pit where his soul had once been.

He couldn’t say how long that torment lasted, how long he was blind, deaf, dumb, dead. Clarity began to return to him. The pain subsided. He was whole again. Alive.

And surrounded entirely by a cold, suffocating darkness. The darkness touched him. It too was alive.

He didn’t know where he was. The darkness was inky. Even holding a hand to his face a short distance away produced no sight.

No not alive, he realized. Existing. Lost.

Something in the darkness moved against him and he laughed, then he cried, and finally he screamed as it began to devour him.

#.Dylan.#drabble #headcanons #Dylan's headcanons

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