#how it all began (Elise Menter)

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FIVE SENSES aesthetics  //   bold what applies to your muse.

snatched from: @arachnideity >:3c

tagging:  @wanderingtracker​, @tyler-pine​, @unis-trash-stash​, @german-doc-herman​, anyone who wants to do it

SIGHT // small towns. big cities. six thirty curfews. lights that take the place of stars. blanket nests. light through the blinds as a wake up call. found family. finding a single star in the middle of new York city. window shopping. watching something terrible and enjoying it. growing numb to the sight of injustice. wilted flowers. faded caricatures. bright, bold colors.

HEARING // crickets and lightning bugs. car engines and ac units. a phone call to mom / dad. laughing with friends. jokes that are so bad you have to laugh. the clicking of computer keys. noise cancelling headphones. the sound of silence. muffled music from another room. drumming fingertips on a table. clicking of pens. listening to a clock and swearing the ticks get slower. ringing in the ears. the voice of someone you love. pitch shifted songs.

TOUCH // being held close during a long night. fleeting reassurances. holding hands when you’re scared. brushing fingers through strands of hair. freshly dried clothes. bruises on your knuckles. silk and satin. your favorite pet’s fur / feather. wringing your hands anxiously. snuggies. comforters in the dead of winter. nails against skin. cold metal. leather in summer.

TASTE // coffee in the morning. tea in the evening. bubblegum that lost its flavor. alcohol burning the back of your throat. homemade cooking, no matter what’s made. blood in your mouth . stale air. mint. fresh vegetables.the first meal you cook by yourself that tastes good. foreign sweets. fast food. bittersweet. sour. spicy. sweet. bitter. too much salt on fries.

SMELL // morning glories and honeysuckles. freshly cut grass. hot chocolate in the middle of winter. nail polish. acetone. hospital rooms. smoke. hair spray. your favorite shampoo / conditioner. the scent of home. perfume.cologne. mint. something burning. wet “dogs”. copper. metal. unemptied ash trays. something familiar yet different.

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Entry Number 96 || March 2017

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Something happened today.

I was walking into the realm. The usual way. The usual thing. Being completely on time and entering at about 14 30. This time, the “Crotrus Prenn Asylum”. Sally’s territory. I didn't really want to investigate anything specific. Sometimes I just prefer to go the routine. Just walking around, maybe something happens. Something I can add to the records.

'Something'

And something did happen. Normally I am scouting the place from the border. In case anything dangerous happens I can escape without risking my life too much. There wasn’t anyone there. No hunt, no survivor. No killer. But something, s o m e t h i n g... caught my attention. As I was walking along the border I could hear noises. Of course that is nothing new here. There are noises all the time, that fill you with shallow unease.

But what I heard... ‘whispers...’ was not what I usually hear here. It made me feel sick in an instant. It came from the building. The Shock Therapy Center. Like a wave, the sound constantly boomed out and hit me, causing growing nausea. I wanted to run. I wanted to go home. But I walked into the facility instead. Against my will? I don't know.

It felt like I entered a beast’s mouth and went straight to it's heart and core. The whole building pulsated, my ears still hurt from it. But the whispering. I couldn't understand what was said but it sounded like a thousand voices desperately trying to tell me something.

I had to enter the basment. I don't like it there. It's the place with it's strongest presence. And sometimes I could feel it watching me. Like now. Eyes in the walls were watching me, I knew it. We both looked at each other with disgust and interest. What is your next move? What is your intention? Why are you here? I felt uncomfortable. I was scared. I feared the fear of thousands. My hands, my whole body is still shaking from this...

The whispering got louder and more and more irritating as everything around me yelled out and became one. One thing.

‘One.’

‘Thing.’

There was nothing there. And there was something there. I couldn't see anything that was different from how the basement usually looked like but I could feel it. It spoke to me. It was ... in my head.

‘The Entity’

I could understand each word despite never having heard of it's language. I spoke it. What it said came out of my mouth in my words. I felt controlled and ... used. Stained. I felt so sick. ‘We were one for a moment and I could understand it.’ This all happened just now. Maybe an hour ago. I had to sit down after I came home. At the door. I couldn't move.

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Looking back to it..., trying to remember what it said... it's all so unclear... as if I just woke up from a fever dream. I remember my unease, my fear, my nausea, my change... I remember all of those feelings pretty well. Now I feel different. There is no fear anymore. I feel anger. Rage. This thing. This... disgusting THING. This. ABOMINATION WILL FIND IT'S END! YOU WILL REGRET EVERYTHING THAT YOU’VE DONE! YOUR TERROR WILL END AND WITH ME. YOU. WILL. DIE! I WIL-

Wh a t’s ha p  pen in  . . .

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Local girl pisses off an entity creating a whole different dimension and doesn't GIVE A FUCK ABOUT IT

“It was super ez.”

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Philip's booty is bomb, huh Elise ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

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Why is the Wraith so special to ya?

“From the first time I’ve met Philip in the realm I’ve noticed from the start that something was different about him. As with most killers, I had only caught glimpses of him doing his work so far. I was never really close to him. Back then I could see something but I couldn’t really put it together. His actions differed in some way from those of the other killers. It was like… when someone replaces a small thing in your room and you feel, you feel something is diffrent, something is wrong, but you don’t know what it is. Heh. What a time. I was so unaware of most things.

Until I made my first and major mistake.

I got caught. By him. Philip. I hopped right into a hunt. In my imprudence I got caught by saving someone else’s life. I overestimated myself. I wasn’t ready for such actions. I got caught by Philip and hung on one of the realm’s disgusting hooks. Philip had definitely seen me already. He may have remembered me. But at that time his irritation about my exsitance in this realm was put aside. It was a hunt after all. I was just a mere survivor to him. Someone to be sacificed and fed to a beast.

You can probably make out how unimaginable the pain was that the hook caused when it sunk into my flesh… even worse than the cuts of the blades of Philip’s weapon. Tss. “Azarov’s skull”. I remember that my right eye sight was red and sticky. I still looked up. A part of me told me that I was going to die… but I wanted to look into his eyes before that would happen.

I will never forget what I saw.

The sight of him… for only a short moment I could catch him… hurt… terribly hurt… filled with regret… resistance… agony… pain… I saw a glimpse of pity… I saw HIM calling ME for help… I could not turn my eyes away. All my senses told me to look at him… It was the first time I saw someone in the- … someone in this realm… so… humane… so… beautiful… He was different after all… in my eyes, way different from the other killers…

I began to understand that they weren’t just mindless slaughter machines I originally thought. They were prisoners too. With their hands red. And his painted against his will…

He left. His head went slightly back only one more time.

I got saved. The young man, that I previously sacrificed my live for, came where I hung and saved me. I’ve already seen before how Survivors got saved. They were hurt badly but could still walk… I couldn’t. I felt so dizzy. Couldn’t walk straight. Not even a meter. ‘Bloodloss.’ Some other young man came along and they both carried me to the exit. Kept babbling about the Entitys missing appearance, missing auras, why there were five and not four, why I couldn’t walk on my own at all. Hehe… I know all the answers to those questions today, that’s for sure. They pulled me out of the hunt. I remember a shape behind the fog…

Eventually, they lost me in the fog. I know now where they went back then. But I couldn’t go there. I collapsed on the street from where I’d usually enter the realm. A driver found me and brought me to the hospital. At this point I merely had a weird looking bruise and suffered under an unexplained high bloodloss… I don’t even have a scar from that night anymore.

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So yea. There you go. This day changed my life. I began to see things differently. I began to understand things differently and I was way more cautious when being in the realm until I had the right understanding how to exist in this world.

I will never forget what I’ve seen that day, nor what I’ve experienced that day. All of them are precious to me. I respect them for what they must go through.

I fell in love with every single one of them. With some even more…

That being said…

Although in his own way… Philip is not the only one who is very special to me among the killers…”

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local idiot looses a lot of chickens on the road "they are not mine wtf?" she says while some tired dud tries to collect dem

“TFW when you get blamed for the shenanigans your mun caused.”

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@azarovsslayer || (from this)

“You got a very good describtion of me, my friend.”

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What are your thougjts on the pig?

“Incredible. She seems to go hunting with two abilities! Using such a basic tactic like crouching, but I noticed that the Survivors won’t hear her approaching like they usually do. Like with Philip! And then there are those head traps and her tortureboxes. The traps… are they just killing Survivors or … no that can’t possibly be… I must get my hands on one of them and see how they work! Though I’ll be more cautious around her. Not being part of the realm doesn’t mean that those traps can’t squish my head too, hoho.

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Although… I must admit again, it’s weird seeing another killer who is based on a movie… I mean… from where does the Entity get those???”

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Tell me +v+

If you snuck into my room I would:

[ x ] Go back to sleep                 [  ] Kick you out[ x ] Cuddle with you                   [  ] Be like “How in the world?”[  ] Let you sleep on the floor    [  ] Become angry

“You’re welcome here, anytime~”

If you kissed me (or hugged) I would:

[ xxxxxx ] Kiss or hug you back                       [ xxxxxx ] Smile and laugh[  ] Stiffen, and feel uncomfortable        [  ] Push you away[  ] Be shocked                                       [  ] Strike you

Nothing could make Elise happier than receiving affection from someone so precious to her.

If you asked me to go out with you for a day I would say:

[  ] No          [ x ] Yes          [  ] Most certainly not.          [ x ] Without hesitation.

You are:

[ x ] Cute          [ x ] Adorable          [ x ] Attractive          [ x ] Beautiful[  ] Okay         [  ] Ugly                 [  ] Am not going to grace this with an answer

“Never did I see someone simply so beautiful and kind before. Even if you don’t think so, I know that you are true perfection. Believe me.”

You are to me a:

[  ] Stranger          [  ] Acquaintance          [  ] Ally[ x ] Friend              [ x ] Love                        [  ] Rival [  ] Enemy

Elise trusted Philip as much as she loved him for being himself.

I find you to be:

[  ] Pathetic          [  ] Off no consequence          [ x ] Intriguing [  ] Frightening     [  ] Unsettling                          [  ] Annoying [  ] Infuriating       [ x ] Pleasant company            [ x ] Comforting [ xx ]  Unable to be lived without                            [ x ] Trustworthy

Any person could see from first sight how much Elise would give for the Wraith. Be it an impossible or dangerous task, she would do everything to give him the opportunity of freedom and happiness, to simply forget all bad and blood.

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ϟ she cute...

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((Since Elise is technicall from a world similar to ours, so a world where the cultslashers are a normal movie thing like in ours, she would totally flip if she saw another fictional killer.)) ((Like:)) “Eh- ehhhh? I... I don’t understand?? J-just... HOW??”

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"Your new and I find you quite interesting, how did...you get here?" -Dark Ira-(hewo again!)

‘What an obscure being’  Elise could swear she had seen this killer before somewhere… Something about her seemed… familiar. “Interesting? How I got here??” Elise smiled challengingly. This one was very interesting as well. “I come from the other side~”, she said, pointing at the border wall. Elise never made a secret out of this. “I’m a devilish angel who flies over the wall and brings chaos to those who do little to no good.” A light giggle escaped her as she underlined her story with dramatic gestures.

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((Some tiny “fun with son” doodle.))