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libraford · 4 years ago

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The short version: We had a serial thief at the flower shop. She’s retired recently and I think that due to Covid she really means it this time.

The long version? hoooo boy, here we go.

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There are rules and there are rules.

In dealing with shoplifting in retail, there are rules on how one engages with a thief. The handbook, if there were one, would consist of a single word.

Don't.

Don't pursue, don't interrogate, don't accuse. Let them take the merchandise, let them get away. Let them return the Cricut machine for an equivalent amount on a gift card to be exchanged once again for drugs.

Let them.

There is no handbook on how to handle Flower Thieves. Prior to working in a flower shop, I never thought that this was a problem.

Life is surprising.

I'm sure some of you have figured that out by now.

The Flower Thief is notorious, and she has a system. There are days when you simply know that she's going to be in.

"Break the heads off the flowers before you throw them away," Grandpa will say. "She's going to be here tonight, I think."

And sure enough, she would be. At 6:45, a quarter til we close- the Thief would announce her arrival. Loudly.

"Heeeeey, baaaaaaby!"

The very first time I encountered the Flower Thief, she came in through the back door.

"Oh Hiiiii, Darlin'- ain't seen your face around here: you must be NEW! I'm Wren, you know- like the bird? Well, Kyle and I have an agreement that I come and work for y'all sometimes. You should take out this trash, it stinks to high heaven. Anyways, nice talkin' to ya, see ya later."

I may only be a little bit psychic, but I've spent enough time around liars to know insincerity when I see it. Kyle, at the time, was the manager of our store and I have it on record that he's tried to throw her out of the building once or twice.

While I was taking out the trash, her pile of purchase became so tall it towered over her. I watched Clark massively undercharge her for the sake of getting her to go away.

She has a pattern.

She comes in during the design classes because she knows that when there's twenty people in the store, there's not enough people to watch her and make sure she's not stealing. "There's a class today," she asks as if it's not literally every Tuesday. "Don't worry I know you all wanna get out of here on time."

The Flower Thief announces her presence in a grand way and then makes her way to the back to grab a trash bag or an empty box and then proceeds to bury any spare parts she finds in the cooler in the trash bag, hiding them under the things that she's actually buying.

After that, she checks the garbage cans for things we might have thrown away that will last another three days and stuffs them underneath her other ill-gotten goods.

Just when you think she's finished, she'll go through her pile of flowers and say: "You know what? I don't need this eucalyptus." And she'll go back into the cooler with it, stuff it in her purse, and walk back to the register.

And when she's all done being sneaky, she asks one of us to come ring her out.

This is the part that no one wants to do. Because ringing out the Flower Thief means haggling with the Flower Thief.

"Oh baaby, you know I don't pay those prices."

"Oh baaaby, I only pay $19 for roses."

"Oh baaaaaaaaaby, those carnations were on special."

She'll talk you down to under $100 with a sob story:

"Oh baaaaby, you know I'm donating this spray to the family. It's for that woman you know- you know the one. She got herself murdered a couple nights ago? Two children and she was pregnant too! Pregnant! Can you believe it? Who murders someone with child? What's the world coming to? So I need a good discount to make sure we treat this family right because they got a looooong road ahead of them."

"Oh baaaaaaby, you know this one's for that car crash over on Cleveland Avenue? I hear he was taking care of his dying father himself, so it's such a shame for him to go first like that."

"Oh baaaaaaaaaaaaaaby, this is for that little boy that shot himself, isn't that sad?"

Thank you, Sister Mary Loquacious.

And you nod because you don't want to come off as an uncaring sociopath. And while you're nodding and adjusting the price for her sad, sad consequence and mulling over how good she is for donating to these people in their time of need, she steals some greens from the trash can and sticks them in her bag.

She hands you crisp $100 bills. You check them and she makes jokes about how she printed them this morning. They're legit. Counterfeiting isn't why she went to prison.

What she went to prison for was drug trafficking.

"Do you need some help," you ask, trying to be a good citizen.

"Oh no, I got it," she insists. "I'll make it in two trips. I'm stronger than I look!"

And don't you dare get caught looking to see what she put in the bag or she will give you one hell of a lecture.

By the time all of this has passed, the class will be over and there will two minutes left in the work day. She's spent thirty-seven minutes in the store. Your register is unbalanced because now you don't have enough small bills to balance it and only have one $100 bill to get you through tomorrow.

And that's why there are rules.

On occasion, a new person will break the rules not knowing that there's rules. One such occasion was when Clair decided to be helpful.

"You know what? I don't need this eucalyptus," Wren said.

"Oh! I'll put it back for you," Clair suggested. And before Wren could protest, it was out of Wren's hands and nowhere near her purse.

It was mentioned to Sage, who only worked for us one summer, that Wren had failed to pay for something and she immediately chased her out into the street.

Wren drives very fast.

If you cross her too many times, she'll make sure you never forget it. One day, she stomped her way in through the front door, angry.

"You ain't treated me better than a damn THIEF," screamed the Flower Thief.

Grandpa, who was helping Blue make a wedding bouquet at the time, departed from the desk. "Beg pardon?"

"A thief! You been treating me like a thief ever since they made you manager and I'm sick of it! I see you bringing in your henchmen, following me in the cooler, chasing me down the street. Treat me with some damn respect."

Words were exchanged. They were not kind. We thought we'd seen the end of her.

But she was back one week later, doing the same damn thing.

So now there are rules.

If you make something and there's an excess of flowers left over from the pack, you have to make something out of the leftovers or she'll pick through them and stuff them in her bag.

If you cannot make something out of them, you must throw them out.

If you throw them out, you must break the heads off first.

The trash cans must be emptied every night before 5:00.

We do not keep trash bags in plain sight.

Break down all empty boxes, or she will use them in place of trash bags.

Do not leave any food or drink where she can find it.

Do not leave any half-used rolls of floral tape where she can find it.

Do not let her know anything about you- lest she use it against you.

If you speak of a Thief, you summon a Thief- speak quietly, and never her name or you invite trouble.

The basic rules one makes when dealing with pests. Or fairy-folk.

There are rules and there are rules and there are rules.

If you want to keep a pest away, you make these sorts of rules. But if you want to get rid of a pest indefinitely, you have to remove their food source. And Wren's food source was her discount.

You start exercising your right to say 'no' to a customer in small ways.

She saw a bunch of carnations in the trash and said:

"Oh baby, these are still good! I'll take them off your hands for you!"

"They've been sitting without water for hours."

"They're still good!"

"They were out in the sun."

"Oh baby, I've been working with flowers for 40 years and I know that these will still be fine for a couple of days!" She picks a bunch of them out of the trash and shoves it in my face. "See, it's still stiff- it's still good!"

"Okay," I said. And before I could stop myself: "Full price."

Her eyes just about popped out of her skull. If it were just a little bit colder, I would have been able to see steam coming out of her ears.

We stared at each other for about a minute, waiting for the other to flinch. She took the bunch away from my face and threw them back into the trash. While she was in the cooler, I took the liberty of snapping the heads off of them and burying them further into the garbage.

And so began a war between the flower shop and the Flower Thief.

She came in: every single night. And each night, she got me.

Again.

"Oh no, baby! These carns are supposed to be 39 cents a stem. I can bring up the email."

"Sure." She brings up the email. "I see that they are 39 cents but... this was for Saturday."

"Yea, and I bought those carns on Saturday and you charged me full price!"

"Saturday."

"Yeah."

"You didn't buy these on Saturday. You bought them Friday."

"Well I didn't know that they'd be on sale, so I need them for that price because I didn't know they'd be on sale."

"The sales are one-day only. I can't adjust a sale from Friday to reflect Saturday's sale... on Sunday."

She made a noise that reminds me somewhat of a cement mixer.

And again.

"I got a bad banner last time, can you print me a new one?" She shows me the banner in question. It's white. The 't' and the 'h' in 'mother' ran together.

"Sure."

"Okay, I need it to say 'Beloved Mother' and I want it in pink."

"Sure."

I print it. I ring her up $5.

"Oh baaaaaaby, no, that one should be free."

"Grandpa said- banners start at $5."

"Oh, but you sold me a bad one last time."

"We haven't sold you a banner in three weeks. How long have y'all had that body sitting in your cooler?"

She grumbled, and paid.

And again.

"I swear you been workin' every night this week! You must be tired," she said, nerves plain in her voice. "When do you get a day off?"

"When the work is done."

"That ain't what I'm askin'. When's your next day off, baby?"

"I stop working when the work is done, Wren."

She narrows her eyes, which is a fun change from them bugging out of her skull like a fruit fly. "You don't ever get any days off?"

"When the work stops, I rest."

And again.

"I'll be in and out, I know y'all want to get out of here on time," she said- announcing her presence to the entire class. She piled her stuff across the register counter and Grandpa began ringing her up.

"Oh baby..."

"No. We're doing away with the discounts."

There are twenty people in the workshop for the class and Grandpa doesn't want to make a scene. She pulls her into the back, and I choose to make my instructions louder to mask the sound of them yelling.

"So you're going to take your hypericum berries and you're going to cut the stem to about ten inches-"

"How can you do this to me?"

"And you're going to slowly fill the vase with these berries to kind of set the shape of the arrangement."

"After all these years and this is how you treat me?"

"Fun fact- you might know hypericum berries as their more common name: St John's Wort! St. John's Wort has been used as a medication for depression prior to modern medicine." You see- I, too, have taken notes from the Chattering Order.

"You can't do this to me," Wren said, stamping her feet like a toddler.

"But I wouldn't recommend eating them. However, they do smell somewhat like baked brown sugar."

Stamp, stamp, stamp.

Wren threw herself into the cooler and began putting a bulk of her flowers back.

"This is robbery," I heard her say to Grandpa at the register.

"Is it now?"

And again.

She came in and immediately reached for a half-empty box of oasis bricks (the green sponge material that we use to hold flowers.) She said few words to me, few at all. She talked to Carrie about how she was going out to the country for awhile, to take care of her nephew's property. She needed to stock up. And oh- don't worry about it, she knows what she's doing. She's part of The Family.

She is in no manner of speaking, a member of The Family that owns this shop. Not even a third cousin.

I saw her beeline for a rose I'd set in the trash. I picked it up, opened my mouth, and bit the head off of it. She stood in the middle of the workshop, absolutely stunned.

Rose petals have the vague texture of arugula, by the way. Slightly sweeter, though. Tough to swallow in one go.

She ran back into the cooler and didn't talk to me.

I began taking down numbers.

27 bricks of oasis. One pack of roses. Ten calla lilies. 1/2 pack of assorted greens.

I punched the numbers in to the register. As if sensing something was amiss, she emerged from the cooler.

"$54? What do I have that's $54?"

"The oasis. They're $2 each."

"Oh no baaaaaby, they're $1."

"I can text Grandpa and ask her."

"... that won't be necessary. Why are you charging me $22.50 for roses? You know my prices by now!"

"22.50 is the price for a pack of roses."

"22.50 is everybody prices."

"Welcome to 'everybody.'"

"I ain't paid a price increase in 7 years!"

"The price of milk went up, Wren. So does everything else."

She was seeing red, I knew it. There's a vein in her forehead that pops out when she's angry and it's the same shape as the river that runs through my home town. She sized me up, as if wondering if she could take me.

I'm 256 pounds of 4H beef, and I have a knife. Try me.

"I'm gonna call Kyle on this."

"Do it." A lifetime of retail has made me immune to 'I'd like to speak to the manager.'

She grumbled and put things back. Carrie offered to watch her, I held up my hand.

"Can you do something for me on these carns? They're the last pack in there and they're lookin' kinda ratty."

"9.50."

"9.50's the regular price."

"Regular price is $14."

"No it ain't."

"Is today. You're taking our last pack and we need those for funerals."

She put them back.

She gave me a credit card. It seemed fake, but it ran. Every time I see here, she's got a different card. Did she print this one this morning, too? At least she stopped trying to sell me on Bitcoin. As you can see, it made her incredibly wealthy.

She gathered her things and left. "Guess I'm getting the rest of my flowers from KROGER!"

There are things you want to say. Like... I hope they enjoy your company just as much as we do. Or: Haven't graced them with your presence in awhile, huh? But at the time, it was better just to watch her leave with her minuscule bunch of flowers. I get a choice in where I loan my voice.

Not here.

Is it over? Nah. She'll be back for another round. But one day she'll finally retire in the way that she's always threatened to. And then? Then it can be as over as it ever will be.

It is shocking to come from a history of retail, where you're not allowed to even hint at the idea of a customer being wrong, where you have to override every single price change to get the scores up, where you have to just let them steal your things and pull the wool over your eyes...

... to flat-out telling someone 'no.'

"No."

It's such a great word.

There are rules and there are rules.

And there are thieves that the rules are made for.

And there are words like 'no.'

And all those things are magic in very human ways.

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gamerwoo · 3 years ago

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Seventeen: Welcome to Caratland (End)

Characters: Seventeen x reader (gender neutral)

Genre/warnings: horror/halloween au, choose your own adventure au, horror au, angst, murder, major character death,

Summary: The night before Halloween, you and your 13 friends decide to go explore the infamous abandoned amusement park: Caratland, where it’s rumored that rides start on their own, empty mascot suits are seen walking around, and people don’t return the same as when they left. Can you and your friends survive the night in Caratland?

a/n: realizing halloween is coming up, i’ve decided to FINALLY finish the au i did last halloween. for those who kept up with it: i’m sorry for discontinuing it. there was hardly any interaction with it so i just lost interest and motivation. and the lack of interaction is why i decided to just put all the choices in this part so you can see all the endings and whatnot. i’m sorry it took so long to wrap things up and there will probably be mistakes so i’m sorry about that, but i hope you all still enjoy it. ALSO LMK WHICH PATH/ENDING YOU GET FIRST TIME AROUND!!!

Tag list: @sadienita @xummie @mingoats @xxbluestrifexx @kwanseo @junhaoshua @allegxdly

Previous | Caratland Masterlist

[NOTE: there will probably be mix-ups with paths and endings because i literally just did all of this in 3 days and posted without anyone proof reading it. i will go through everything later to fix and edit things, so please be patient with me!!!]

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16 -- A

“It’s probably best to go back to the breach, right?” you decided. “We know it’s there so it’s the best way to get back.”

“_____ has a point,” Wonwoo shrugged.

“Alright, everyone head back to the hole -- and don’t get split up,” Seungcheol stated before deciding to take the lead.

“Okay, but if I see one of those glorified Chuck E. Cheese mascots coming toward us, I’m leaving all of you behind,” Seungkwan muttered as he followed with the group.

All of you were glancing around trying to keep an eye out for the animatronics, while also trying to quickly and quietly make your way back to the way you’d gotten into the park. You kept mentally kicking yourself for convincing your friends to come here. If it wasn’t for you, you wouldn’t be in this mess in the first place. You were just lucky everyone was still here...

The gates were starting to come into view, and you felt relief begin to course through you. Your legs were starting to move faster on their own, just wanting to get out of this living nightmare.

Seungcheol shooting his arms out to stop the group was what had you skid to a stop. He whispered loudly for everyone to get down behind the nearby shrubs and two trash bins. The fourteen of you poked your heads around to see what had gotten him to act like this, and your heart sank at what you saw

Serenity was blocking the hole in the fence.

“Fuck,” Jeonghan hissed.

“We’re gonna die here...” Seokmin whispered, but Wonwoo was quick to comfort him.

“What’s the plan now?” Hansol wondered.

“I know it’ll risk us going to jail or something,” Jihoon began, “but I think it’s time we just cave and call someone.”

“No, I’m not going back there!” Seungkwan whispered intensely.

Your eyebrows furrowed as your turned to look at him, “Excuse me?”

“I’d rather get arrested than get murdered,” Mingyu insisted. “At least we know we’ll be safe and alive in jail.”

You made a face, “Will we, though?”

“Listen,” Hansol interrupted as he pulled out his phone, “I’ll just call my parents -- they’re really chill. And worse case scenario, they just lecture us.”

But as he went to make the call, all his phone did was beep at him like the line was busy. He took the phone away from his ear and looked down, furrowing his eyebrows.

“We had service all night, right?” he asked.

“Yeah...?” Joshua replied.

“Well now I don’t for some reason,” he said, turning his phone screen to show his friends.

Mingyu’s eyes widened, “You’re kidding.”

Then everyone, including you, were taking out their phones and checking for service. Just like Hansol, you had no bars.

Unfortunately, everyone else was in the same boat.

Now, Seokmin was on the verge of tears, “We’re going to die here!”

“Don’t get hysterical yet,” Minghao told him. “There’s gotta be a way out of this. Even if we have to wait around until morning, we can probably out-run these hunks of metal.”

“Y’know, I heard a friend of a friend snuck in here once,” Soonyoung began. “Some dude Changkyun knows. He said there’s apparently some sort of underground exit under the food court.”

“At this point, we’ll have to try anything,” Wonwoo sighed.

“So back to the food court?” Seungcheol practically whined.

You took a deep breath, “Unfortunately, yeah.”

[GO TO: 17 -- A]

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16 -- B

“Does anyone even remember where the hole in the fence is?” you asked.

Everyone either gave you blank stares or shook their heads. You let out a sigh.

“Alternate way it is,” Minghao shrugged.

“Let’s just hang here until someone thinks of something,” Seungcheol suggested. “We’re all here, and I think those things are still hanging around wherever we were before. It’ll take a while before we see them again.”

So the fourteen of you hung out at the merry-go-round. Most of you leaned up against the horses or found yourselves sitting down on them. A few of you sat on the two steps of the platform. Chan and Wonwoo were sitting in one of the carriages that most families or parents sat in. All of you were scrolling on your phones or looking at someone else’s phone, trying to research anything about Caratland that might help you find a way out. Maybe a map or a blueprint or something might come up.

Suddenly, the ride jerked. You almost fell over onto Junhui as the ride began turning slowly, the music trying to play but the wiring was too old and worn that it just sounded demonic at best.

“Ha ha, very funny,” Jihoon scoffed. “Who turned on the ride?”

The question was overlooked by Mingyu’s shriek. Every head who was on his side of the merry-go-round whipped over to see Bongbong sitting on a horse only a few rows away from the tall boy. But another scream from Seungkwan was what brought attention to the answer to Jihoon’s question.

Eight was standing at the controls of the ride, his never-changing smile on his face as he slowly waved.

“Run!” Joshua called, leaping off of the horse he was sitting sideways on.

“Run where?” Seokmin called as he scrambled to get off the ride and jump the short fence.

“Food court!” Soonyoung shouted as he pumped his legs as fast as they would go. “It’s a long shot...but I have an idea!”

“I’d rather know the idea first!” Jeonghan called after him as the group ran together away from the merry-go-round.

“One of Changkyun’s friends apparently broke in before!” he tried to explain between breaths. “He said there’s an underground exit there! Who knows if it’s legit, but...”

But it was the only plan they had.

[GO TO: 17 -- A]

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17 -- A

All of you had to squeeze through the tiny basement windows to get back in after finding the doors to be locked once again.

“How’d those fuckers get out in the first place?” Jeonghan huffed as he landed on the concrete floor of the basement. “The doors have been locked this entire time.”

“We’re being chased by animatronics that haven’t been functioning for years, and they’re out to kill us for some reason, and that’s what you’re going to question?” Soonyoung pointed out.

“Can we focus, please?” Seungcheol whined. “The sooner we find this secret eit, the sooner we’re free.”

“Everyone start searching,” Hansol said, waiving for everyone to scour the basement.

All of you searched every inch you could. The floor, the walls, shelves, behind old cupboards and props -- but there was nothing.

“What if it’s not here?” Chan suggested.

“Yeah? And where else would an underground exit be other than in the basement?” Jeonghan shot back.

The youngest frowned and rolled his eyes, “Soonyoung just said it was underground, he didn’t say under what part of the food court.”

“I mean...Jeonghan has a point,” Seokmin admitted hesitantly. “The basement is underground.”

[TO GO UPSTAIRS TO THE FOOD COURT GO TO: 18 -- A]

[TO CONTINUE SEARCHING THE BASEMENT GO TO: 18 -- B]

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18 -- A

“It can’t hurt to check somewhere else,” you spoke up, moving to stand beside Chan. “We’re looked everywhere down here. What if it’s not in the basement? There could be some secret tunnel under a different location and we’re just going to be here wasting our time.”

“I mean...yeah, that makes sense,” Jihoon decided with a shrug. “Alright, we’ll try back upstairs.”

“I don’t wanna go back up there...” Seokmin whined, clinging to the nearest person -- it happened to be Junhui.

“We’re all going,” you reassured him with a soft smile. “Let’s go. Nothing’s going to happen.”

You led the way up the stairs this time, but you found yourself going slow. You strained your ears for any noise on the other side of the basement door but the food court seemed to be quiet. Maybe the animatronics couldn’t get back in since the doors were locked.

You pushed the door open cautiously, poking your head out to glance around. It seemed empty, so you opened the door wider and let everyone else out.

“Is that e--”

SLAM!

All of you jumped back and turned around hearing the basement door slam shut behind the last person out.

“Fuck this, I want out,” Mingyu stated, shaking his head as he began to quickly walk away from the door.

“Hold up,” Wonwoo reached out and grabbed Mingyu’s wrist to keep him with the group. “We should stick together.”

“It probably just closed from the weight of the door anyway,” Minghao figured before going to pull on the door handle.

It didn’t budge.

“Move out of the way, toothpick,” Seungcheol smoothly pushed Minghao out of the way before trying the door himself.

Still nothing.

“D-did it...lock?” Chan asked slowly.

“Haha, would you look at that?” Seungkwan said, checking his wrist that very clearly didn’t have a watch on it. “I actually have to get the fuck out of here. Bye!”

“Maaaaybe,” Hansol grabbed him by the elbow and dragged him back, “don’t do that.”

“Yeah, nobody goes running off, got it?” Jihoon checked, shining his light at everyone to make sure they agreed to the new rule. “Shit’s too weird to be splitting up.”

“I think our best bet would be to hide in the security room until morning,” you spoke up. “It’s probably the safest place in here.”

“_____’s right,” Wonwoo nodded. “Let’s go -- and stick together.”

As a group, all of you made your way to the security room, with you, Jihoon, and Soonyoung leading the way. All of you had your lights, shining them around to make sure the entire area was safe until you made it to the security room and barricaded the door closed.

“Jesus Christ, I hated that,” Mingyu panted as if he had been holding his breath the entire time you were walking.

“I think I almost shit myself,” Soonyoung admitted.

“Imagine your last words being ‘I think I almost shit myself’,” Junhui snorted.

“Hang on, shut the fuck up,” Seungcheol snapped, holding a hand up as he quickly scanned the group in the room. He was trying to count heads while all of you were talking, and as he quickly recounted, his blood turned to ice. “Why are we one short?”

“One short?” Jeonghan asked.

“Someone’s missing,” he said urgently.

“Alright, let’s run attendance real quick,” Jihoon decided, trying to stay level-headed. He pulled out his phone and went to the group chat. “Obviously I’m here. Soonyoung?”

“Here.”

“Seungcheol?”

“Here.”

“Mingyu?”

“Unfortunately here.”

“Hansol?”

“Yup.”

“_____?”

“Here.”

“Joshua?”

Silence.

Jihoon looked up from his phone, repeating, “Josh?”

You and your friends looked around, trying to find Joshua’s face in the crowded room. But nobody spoke up, and the silence following Joshua’s name became deafening.

“Oh fuck...” you breathed, trying to not completely lose your shit. “Did we really lose Josh?”

“We have to go back for him,” Jeonghan insisted.

“What? No!” Seungkwan shouted. “That’s suicide!”

Then everyone was bickering. While everyone of course wanted to hope Joshua was safe, half of the group felt that going back out to look for him would mean all of them would get killed. The other half, on the other hand, were willing to risk their lives to go on a rescue mission.

[TO GO OUT LOOKING FOR JOSHUA GO TO: 19 -- A]

[TO STAY IN THE SECURITY ROOM GO TO: 19 -- B]

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18 -- B

“I mean...how would it be under anywhere else?” you asked slowly with a shrug. “No offense, Chan. But like, this is kind of the only basement in the place.”

“See?” Jeonghan sneered.

Chan just frowned and rolled his eyes.

“There’s gotta be something we missed,” Soonyoung said, trying to stay calm. “Let’s just sweep the place over again.”

But after more looking, you still came up with nothing.

“At this point, I’m about to just dig through the boxes of old animatronic parts and just hope there’s a portal at the bottom or something,” Joshua sighed, slumped against a wall with Jeonghan beside him.

“Good luck,” Jeonghan scoffed. “I already tried picking one up to move them away from the wall but they’re super fucking heavy. It’s literally impossible.”

You turned your head to look at the large stack of boxes. There were piles of various sizes, but the ones at the back pressed up against the wall went up the highest. It was a long shot, but behind the boxes was the only place nobody checked because it couldn’t be reached. But with everyone giving up hope, it didn’t hurt to try, right?

“Hey, Gyu,” you spoke up before pointing to the boxes. “Think you can move those?”

Mingyu shrugged, “Yeah, probably.”

He walked over to the wall and began lifting boxes one-by-one. He grunted as he picked them up and moved them away until he called everyone over.

“There’s metal behind here!” he called over his shoulder.

“Ooh, is it the door?” Soonyoung asked excitedly, pushing himself off the floor.

“Told you it was better to look down here,” Jeonghan said once more.

Jihoon groaned, “Can you let it go? Leave Chan alone already.”

Seungcheol started assisting in the box-moving until the metal door was accessible. Seungcheol tried to push it open, but it didn’t budge. He tried harder, but still nothing.

“Can I try?” Mingyu asked.

Seungcheol stepped out of the way, gesturing for the tallest to give it a shot.

Mingyu threw his shoulder into the door a few times before it finally swung open, leading to a narrow corridor that looked like it would bring you straight to Hell.

“Okay,” Soonyoung breathed out, “let’s see if this is the way to freedom.”

[GO TO 20 -- A]

»»————-　　————-««

19 -- A

“Why is this an argument?!” you shouted over the bickering. “Our friend could be dead! I don’t care if nobody comes with me, but I’m going to find Josh.”

“I’ll go,” Jeonghan stated.

“Me too,” Hansol volunteered with a slight raise of his hand.

“Plus, I highly doubt an animatronic got him,” Minghao scoffed as he went to join your group as you went to open the door.

“Well...good luck with that,” Seungkwan nodded.

In the end, it was you leading the way, with Jeonghan, Hansol, Minghao, Seokmin, and Seungcheol tagging along -- the latter two clinging to each other as you opened the door and went down the short hallway to the door that read EMPLOYEES ONLY on the other side.

“Why would he split off from the group?” Jeonghan wondered. “If he were trying to prank you guys, he would’ve had me in on it.”

“Maybe he just--”

Your sentence was cut off by a scream -- your own scream. Your eyes saw the scene before you: Joshua’s body laying just in front of the EMPLOYEES ONLY door, a bloodied mess. All you could do was scream.

Standing over him, covered in what you could only assume was your friend’s blood, was Bongbong.

“_____, run!” Minghao shouted, grabbing your arm and yanking you away from the door.

He quickly reached for the door and slammed it closed as you and the others ran back down the short hall. Jihoon had poked his head out the door to see what the noise was, and you crashed right into him, hyperventilating as tears welled in your eyes.

God, that image was going to be burned into your brain forever.

“What happened?” he asked.

“J-J-Josh!” you sobbed.

“Those things are in here,” Minghao panted, closing the door to the security room and pressing his back. “Th-they got Josh.”

“You’re fucking with us,” Seungkwan said quietly and very unsurely.

“Would Minghao fuck with you?!” Jeonghan cried. “If you don’t believe us, why don’t you go out there and check for yourself, Kwan? Go get yourself traumatized!”

“Okay, don’t scream at him, it won’t help anything,” Wonwoo spoke up, trying to somehow keep the group put together.

“Let’s just focus on finding a way out,” Seungcheol decided in a shaky voice.

“U-um...guys?” Mingyu spoke up, staring into the monitors.

Everyone gathered over to see what he was looking at.

Each room had a camera and a monitor to go with it. In each room, stood an animatronic. Each camera had an animatronic staring into it, as if they all were staring at the group.

They knew where you were.

“We have to get out of here,” Seomin panted, beginning to hyperventilate. “They’re going to come in here and kill us!”

“I get it’s scary, but we have to stay calm and--”

“Hey!”

Everyone turned their heads a the sudden exclamation. Chan was standing beside a square metal door in the floor with some dusty boxes and wires he’d moved to find it. He smirked, gesturing to the door.

“While you guys were shitting your pants, I found the underground exit,” he stated.

“Well fuck, kid,” Jihoon whistled under his breath.

“Let’s get the hell outta here,” Soonyoung said as he threw the trapdoor opened and descended the ladder that led to a narrow corridor.

Chan gave Jeonghan a pointed look, “And you thought I was stupid.”

Jeonghan just rolled his eyes, “Whatever.”

[GO TO 20 -- A]

»»————-　　————-««

19 -- B

You felt like a shitty person for not wanting to risk your life for Joshua. You felt extremely guilty that you didn’t want to go out and look for your friend, but truthfully, you were afraid to die -- and that’s why half your friends didn’t want to go looking for him. Not everyone was brave enough to be a hero, and while you always told yourself you would be when putting yourself into the shoes of horror movie characters, it just wasn’t the truth.

But in the midst of the argument of whether or not to go out to search for Josh -- the argument that you stayed silent for -- Mingyu spoke up in a shaky voice, “U-uh...g-guys?”

Everyone turned toward him to see he was staring into the monitors. You all gathered over to see what he was looking at.

Each room had a camera and a monitor to go with it. However, the monitors had gone fuzzy so you couldn’t see anything in any of the rooms.

Wonwoo’s eyebrows furrowed, “Why are the cameras suddenly down?”

You wished they stayed that way after seeing what was displayed next. In each room, stood an animatronic. Each camera had an animatronic staring into it, as if they all were staring at the group.

They knew where you were.

Unfortunately, that wasn’t the most disturbing thing.

You could see on one of the monitors, Bongbong was standing in front of the camera holding a familiar body. Joshua was being held up by his neck, and blood was coming out of his mouth, nose, eyes, and even his ears.

You weren’t the only one to let out a scream and flinch away from the camera, hiding your face as you started panicking and crying.

“We have to get out of here,” Seomin panted, beginning to hyperventilate. “They’re going to come in here and kill us!”

“We have to find the fucking exit!” Seungcheol said in a panic. “Everyone go--”

“Hey!”

Everyone turned their heads a the sudden exclamation. Chan was standing beside a square metal door in the floor with some dusty boxes and wires he’d moved to find it. He was just staring at you like he hadn’t just witnessed what all of you did -- and maybe he didn’t because he was too busy searching.

“Way ahead of you,” he stated.

“Thank god,” Jihoon said under his breath.

“Let’s get the hell outta here,” Soonyoung said as he threw the trapdoor opened and descended the ladder that led to a narrow corridor.

Chan gave Jeonghan a pointed look, “And you thought I was stupid.”

Jeonghan just glared at him, “I’m not in the fucking mood.”

And then he went down the ladder.

[GO TO 20 -- A]

»»————-　　————-««

20 -- A

Other than only being wide enough for one person to walk through at a time, it was also very dimly-lit. It definitely looked like something straight out of a horror movie that would 100% lead to the characters’ imminent death.

Needless to say your heart was pounding in your ears.

There was another metal door, but this one was far easier to open. The squeak of it echoed down the corridor as the thirteen of you filed into the room. It seemed to be where they kept the spare mascot suits that actual employees would wear. There were a few of the bodies of the suits hanging up, with heads scattered in corners and on shelves, along with gloves and feet strewn about.

“I hate this,” Jun stated, looking around the room.

“I know these things are empty, but looking into their empty eyes is somehow worse,” Jihoon mumbled, staring at an Eight head.

At the opposite end of the tiny room in the right corner was another metal door. You were starting to wonder how many more metal doors you’d have to encounter in this place.

To the left of the room, there was a tiny wooden door that seemed like it would lead to a crawlspace. You assumed there was just more storage back there, but nobody cared enough to look back there, anyway. The focus was to get out of this place and get to safety.

“C’mon,” you nodded your head toward the other metal door that you assumed would lead to the exit, “let’s keep going.”

As Seungcheol went for the door, you and your friends heard banging. You all paused, Seungcheol’s hand on the handle. You listened for the banging again, and then looked to where it seemed to be coming from.

“Guys?” Joshua’s voice called from behind the small wooden door. “Guys?! Oh my god, guys! C-can you hear me? Hello?! Help me!”

“Josh?” Jeonghan took a step toward the door.

[TO HELP JOSHUA GO TO 21 -- A]

[TO CONTINUE TO THE EXIT GO TO 21 -- B]

»»————-　　————-««

21 -- A

“Joshua!” you cried as you ran to the small door.

You knew what your eyes saw, but was it possible none of it was real? How else would you be hearing Joshua’s voice? He must’ve been alive somehow. Anything seemed possible at this point.

You got down on your knees, opened the small door, and crawled your way through. You stood up as your friends tried to get in behind you, but what you saw made your heart fall into your stomach as your hands went to cover your mouth, muffling the loud sob that came out.

Joshua’s body was slumped against the left wall, looking just as you had remembered.

He was still dead.

Your friends had similar reactions to you. Seokmin even threw up.

Seungcheol shook his head slowly, eyes full of tears while some streaked his cheeks, “We... W-we have to bring his body...”

“He’s right,” Jihoon said solemnly -- his body seemed to be shutting down now, almost uncapable of processing his emotions. “We need evidence of what happened tonight. Nobody will believe us otherwise.”

“I-I hate to say it, b-but...it’ll s-slow us down, though,” Wonwoo interjected through his sniffles. “What if we don’t make it out?”

[TO TAKE JOSHUA’S BODY WITH YOU GO TO 22 -- A]

[TO LEAVE WITHOUT JOSHUA’S BODY GO TO 22 -- B]

»»————-　　————-««

21 -- B

You quickly reached out and grabbed Jeonghan to keep him from going any closer to that door. He turned to look at you, a pained expression on his face.

“Jeonghan, that’s not Joshua,” you told him. “You saw what happened to him. Whatever it is, it’s not him.”

“I think _____’s right,” Wonwoo nodded. “We need to keep going.”

You kept your hold on Jeonghan as all of your began filing out of the mascot room into another narrow corridor like the other one. This one, though, had a sharp right turn before leading down a while to another steel door.

But this door didn’t budge.

Soonyoung was at the head of the group, and he groaned in frustration as he tugged at the handle over and over again, “You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me; what’s with these doors?!”

You started to hear a thumping. It slowly got louder and louder...

...Or maybe it was closer and closer.

Junhui walked down the way you’d come and poked his head around the corner, his eyes widening at what he saw. He whipped his head back around and booked it straight back to where your group was trying to open the door, calling, “You might wanna hurry up on that door!”

Coming down the hall were all four animatronics, their eyes lit up as they stomped closer and closer.

“It’s not doing anything!” Soonyoung huffed, trying with all his might to open the door. “Mingyu, get up here!”

Mingyu squeezed between bodies to get to the door, trying to open it as the group just shouted for him to be faster.

“We might have to just...face these things,” Chan said. “Once and for all.”

“Yeah? How?” Wonwoo scoffed. “They’ll crush us in seconds.”

“There’s fou-- thirteen of us, and four of them. We might have a shot.”

“Well hurry up and decide so we can at least put the strongest up against them first,” Junhui called.

[TO FACE THE ANIMATRONICS WHILE MINGYU KEEPS WORKING AT THE DOOR GO TO 23 -- A]

[TO FACE THE ANIMATRONICS TOGETHER GO TO 23 -- B]

[TO KEEP TRYING THE DOOR GO TO 23 -- C]

»»————-　　————-««

22 -- A

“We can’t just leave him here,” you stated. “Not only for the evidence, but because he doesn’t deserve to rot away here. His family doesn’t deserve to wonder what happened to him.”

“I’ll grab him,” Seungcheol offered, swallowing his fears and stepping forward to scoop up his friend. “Let’s get him home.”

Chan was the last into the tiny room, so he turned to go. But the wooden door was suddenly closed and wouldn’t open back up.

“What the hell?!” he grunted as he continued to try the door.

“Why’d you let it close, dumbass?!” Jeonghan demanded.

“I didn’t!” Chan shouted back. “It was just open!”

“Ugh, leave it to the fucking baby to--”

“G-guys?” Seokmin asked.

“Can you get off my fucking case?!” Chan huffed as he stood up and went to stand toe-to-toe with Jeonghan. “You’re always such a fucking asshole to me! Why can’t you--”

“Guys?” Seokmin tried again, looking between the left and right walls.

“Are you two really going to argue right now?” Jihoon groaned. “We’re literally--”

“Guys!” Seokmin finally shouted over everyone. “The walls!”

“What about the--”

Jihoon’s question died down as soon as all of you began looking at the walls. They were moving in toward each other, which would crush all of you between them.

Everyone was suddenly in a panic. Everyone was throwing themselves at the door, trying to tug it open before the walls could do anything. Some of you -- such as you and Wonwoo -- decided to spread out so you had more room. But some -- like Jeonghan and Chan, who grouped up by the door with a few others -- created a big human-lump that would be crushed faster. You heard their cries and pleas before they were crushed to death with a sound you couldn’t get out of your ears.

It was only a moment later you met the same fate.

[GO TO ENDING B]

»»————-　　————-««

22 -- B

"Nobody wants to be the asshole that says it’s better to leave him behind, but...” you trailed off.

Wonwoo was right. Joshua would more than likely slow you down. Besides, you knew Josh would want all of you to have the best chance of getting out alive as possible.

“Th-then you go ahead,” Seokmin spoke up, almost like he was afraid to.

“What?” Jihoon asked.

“I...” Seokmin looked at Joshua as more tears welled in his eyes. “It makes me sad to think he’d just be down here alone. I don’t care if he’s...gone. He can’t just stay down here.”

“I’m not leaving my best friend down here,” Jeonghan agreed.

“Seokmin, he’s--”

“Look, just go,” Hansol interrupted whatever Jihoon was going to say. “I’ll help them with the body. You guys just go on ahead.”

Minus the three who wanted to collect Joshua’s body, the group turned and left the small room and went back to the mascot room. Soonyoung tugged on the metal door and led the way down another corridor that looked exactly the same as the one that had led into the mascot room. This one, though, had a sharp right turn before leading down a while to another steel door.

But as you were walking down the hallway, you heard the yells and screams of your three friends. All of you turned on a dime and ran back toward the mascot room but the metal door was already closed and wouldn’t re-open for some reason. All of you were yelling and trying to open the door until you heard a sickening crunch, and then silence.

You all fell silent. You didn’t know what to do now.

“We--” Jihoon’s voice cracked so he cleared his throat. “We should just...keep going...”

Following behind Jihoon, you all turned one by one and went back down the hallway. You turned the corner and walked down that long hallway toward another metal door.

But this door didn’t budge.

Jihoon groaned in frustration as he tugged at the handle over and over again, “You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me; what’s with these doors?!”

You started to hear a thumping. It slowly got louder and louder...

...Or maybe it was closer and closer.

Coming down the hall were all four animatronics, their eyes lit up as they stomped closer and closer.

“It’s not doing anything!” Soonyoung huffed, trying with all his might to open the door. “Mingyu, get up here!”

Mingyu squeezed between bodies to get to the door, trying to open it as the group just shouted for him to be faster.

“We might have to just...face these things,” Chan said. “Once and for all.”

“Yeah? How?” Wonwoo scoffed. “They’ll crush us in seconds.”

“There’s fou-- nine of us, and four of them. We might have a shot.”

“Well hurry up and decide so we can at least put the strongest up against them first,” Junhui called.

[TO FACE THE ANIMATRONICS WHILE MINGYU KEEPS WORKING AT THE DOOR GO TO 23 -- A]

[TO FACE THE ANIMATRONICS TOGETHER GO TO 23 -- B]

[TO KEEP TRYING THE DOOR GO TO 23 -- C]

»»————-　　————-««

23 -- A

“Mingyu, keep trying the door!” you called to him. “We’ll try to hold them back.”

“We?!” Seungkwan repeated.

Mingyu continued to try to pull the door open as the animatronics slowly turned the corner and began walking toward the nine of you. You weren’t sure how to prepare yourself for this at all, but you knew you couldn’t just turn your back and die.

But you should’ve known what would happen. Four giant machines up against eight fleshy humans who were nowhere near as strong. Sure, all of you were faster than them, but how could you dodge or run in such a narrow hallway? You were doomed from the start.

Well, not you specifically.

Seungcheol had shoved you to the back toward Mingyu, promising to keep you safe. So your friends all died in front of you, and all you could do was stand there and watch in horror.

That’s when Bongbong closed in on you.

“I got the--!”

Mingyu’s exclamation of finally getting the door open was cut off by Bongbong’s arm swinging out and clotheslining him into the wall and cutting off his oxygen.

The attack that was meant for you, but you had ducked underneath.

The light flooded into the corridor, and just like that, the animatronics just shut down. The light turned off in their eyes, and they were frozen with their hands reaching out for you.

Except Bongbong’s arm that was now frozen in place, keeping Mingyu strangled against the wall.

You could hear Mingyu gasping for air as you slowly opened your eyes that you’d squeezed shut when you ducked. You looked up and saw the animatronics were lifeless now, and then you shot up and turned to try to help Mingyu. You pulled and pulled on Bongbong’s arm while you had to watch Mingyu slowly die. It was like watching a movie in slow motion, the way his body went limp and the life drained from his eyes. Still, you stood there and sobbed and told him you’d free him as you continued to pull uselessly at the animatronic.

When it finally set in that you didn’t stand a chance, you ran out the back parking lot where the door opened to. You ran out of the park and to your car -- which was still parked near the other 3 that belonged to your friends that were no longer with you -- and drove off toward home with tears still streaming down your face.

The clock on your car radio said 6:08am.

[GO TO ENDING A]

»»————-　　————-««

23 -- B

“The door’s useless!” you cried. “We’re not going to just turn our backs and die. That’s not how I wanna go out.”

Nobody had any faith, but they knew you were right. Laying down and dying after all of this wasn’t worth it. If you died, at least you would die fighting.

But you should’ve known what would happen. Four giant machines up against nine fleshy humans who were nowhere near as strong. Sure, all of you were faster than them, but how could you dodge or run in such a narrow hallway? You were doomed from the start.

Seungcheol had shoved you to the back toward the door that wouldn’t open, promising to keep you safe. So your friends all died in front of you, and all you could do was stand there and watch in horror.

That’s when Bongbong closed in on you.

[GO TO ENDING B]

»»————-　　————-««

23 -- C

“The door will work!” you swore “Like the basement, remember? Just keep trying!”

Sure, this was different in the way that you had to pull and not push, but it had to give eventually, right?

You continued to face the animatronics that were now starting to close in on all of you. Seungcheol tried to squeeze in besided Mingyu, grabbing the handle and pulling with him. Jihoon crawled between Mingyu’s legs and stood in between the taller boy’s arms, both of his hands wrapped around the handle and tugging with everything he had.

You moved to put yourself in front of your friends. You got all of them into this mess, so you deserved to be the first to die.

As Bongbong closed in on you, you closed your eyes.

“_____--!”

The darkness you saw behind your eyelids suddenly seemed brighter, and you felt a gust of wind from behind you.

There was a couple seconds of silence.

“Holy shit,” Minghao breathed.

You opened one eye just enough to see Bongbong’s face just inches from yours. But...why were the lights in its eyes off?

You opened your eye wider. Then the other one. Its arm was only a hair away from you, but it made no move to actually touch you. There was also light flooding into the corridor from behind you. You whipped your head around to see the door was open, and you looked back at four animatronics. Were they off now?

“Oh my god,” you sighed in a shaky voice, taking a step backward toward the door.

“Let’s get the fuck out of here,” Wonwoo said as he grabbed your hand and all but dragged you out the door.

The door opened to the back of the parking lot. All of you ran as fast as you could toward your cars, only stopping at the hood of the closest one to catch your breath. Seungcheol pulled out his phone.

“It’s 6am,” he reported.

“Maybe that’s why the door didn’t open,” Wonwoo panted, hands on his knees.

“I don’t care to speculate,” Jihoon said as he went to get into one of the four cars. “Take me the fuck home.”

[GO TO ENDING C]

»»————-　　————-««

ENDING A

You weren’t sure what to do about the texts from the group chat when you got home. You swore everyone was dead. You watched them die in front of you.

Soonyoung said he was tripping balls the whole night.

Jeonghan agreed, saying he was sure there was something in the air making them hallucinate.

Even Jihoon was saying something weird had happened that night, because he thought he saw everyone die.

So...maybe they were right?

But when you inevitably went to school Halloween day, something didn’t seem right. Maybe it was because you hadn’t slept all night and you were drained in every sense, or maybe it was because you were convinced all of your friends had died right before your very eyes, but everything felt...off. At least, your friends did. It was their smiles and their voices and their hugs and laughs and promises that everything was fine, but something about it seemed alien to you.

Maybe it was from how emotionally and mentally drained you were, and the fact you didn’t get any sleep, but you swore there was an odd glow to their eyes that wasn’t just the glimmer of the florescents.

And why did Junhui wink at you?

[YOU AND ALL YOUR FRIENDS ESCAPED FROM CARATLAND...OR DID THEY?]

»»————-　　————-««

ENDING B

Get dressed.

Brush your teeth.

Brush your hair.

Go downstairs and converse with your parents.

Drive to school.

Say hello to your friends.

Laugh at what Soonyoung said.

Promise to walk to class with Seokmin and Seungcheol after you go to the bathroom.

Go into the bathroom.

Use the mirror to fix your outfit.

Use your fingers to brush through your hair one more time.

A light reflects off the mirror.

You are the only one in the bathroom.

[NONE OF YOU ESCAPED FROM CARATLAND BUT SOMETHING ELSE DID]

»»————-　　————-««

ENDING C

(NOTE: i know some people might’ve only had josh die while other had more people die. so this part will mention multiple people who didn’t make it home but i will only mention josh by name. sorry if it seems kind of confusing)

You didn’t even want to go back home after everything that happened. But you needed to shower and change, so you dropped your friends off before going home. After getting out of the shower, you checked your phone. Your heart dropped and your stomach was doing flips at what it saw.

One series of texts was from a group chat that was all of the people you were positive made it home from Caratland. All of them were wondering what the fuck was going on.

The other was the original group chat, with a text from Joshua asking if everyone made it home okay. It made a shiver go down your spine. How could he be texting? He died.

Those that had died started having a conversation about hallucinating, insisting something weird must’ve been in the air to make everyone trip and see things that didn’t actually happen. Nobody knew if it was possible. Minghao suggested that at this point, anything was possible. But still, why did all of you have the same hallucination?

The group decided it was best to ignore the message.

When Wonwoo offered to give you a ride to school, you said yes.

The two of you walked to homeroom together and saw the usual group of your friends sitting at the left side of the classroom. But seeing the friends you thought had died now just sitting there like nothing happened made your skin crawl. You wanted to turn around and walk out.

Wonwoo squeezed your hand and continued forward.

You sat and chatted with the group, and everyone seemed to be dancing around the fact that things were...weird. Maybe it was because you hadn’t slept all night and you were drained in every sense, or maybe it was because you were convinced all of your friends had died right before your very eyes, but everything felt...off. At least, your friends did. It was their smiles and their voices and their hugs and laughs and promises that everything was fine, but something about it seemed alien to you.

And why did Joshua wink at you?

[YOU AND ALL YOUR FRIENDS ESCAPED FROM CARATLAND...OR DID THEY?]

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ever-is-typing · 3 years ago

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Since I saw you do skins hdc can I request own for Desolate sand pleeeaaase 😗

note: yessssssss desolate sand :sobbing: legit so angry at myself for not being into the game when he was available he's so awesome >:(

🪙⏳ Desolate Sand!Andrew (Grave Keeper)⏳🪙 relationship headcanons

• the gold rush inspired many people to travel west-

• and you were certainly no exception.

• be it to chase a dream or to escape the dreariness of everyday life, you made the journey for the opportunity of a lifetime!

• though, your "opportunity" was cut rather short when Marshall- the wealthiest gold digger in the west- was murdered,,,

• and you were considered a suspect in aforementioned murder,,,

• then again, you weren't the only suspect in this ordeal.

• there were a variety of interesting characters involved- a bounty hunter, a western tycoon...

• and a mysterious masked stranger, just to name a few.

• like you, he wasn't from this small western town- no one knew where he was from, really

• either way, though, you were both outsiders. but that was about where the similarities ended

• this stranger was cloaked in secrecy. he covered his face with a dark bandana, but that didn't help to conceal the shocking red tint of his eyes or the stark whiteness of his hair.

• you were taken aback by his features at first, but you didn't find them as strange as the golden shovel he carried on his person at all times

• like what do you need a shovel for in the wild west bro that's kinda ಠ_ಠ ಠ_ಠ ಠ_ಠ

• he didn't have a name- or, rather, he never told it to anyone. so, when they're not calling him a "demon" because of his unusual appearance, the townsfolk took to calling him "Desolate Sand" for his solemn and enigmatic nature

• and, unlike everyone else involved in the crime, he didn't seem to care too much for money, which was practically unthinkable

• so yeah you were definitely intrigued by Desolate Sand from the start

• he, on the other hand, wasn't too keen on making friends. in his eyes, the westerners were all corrupt... putting their faith in gold coins instead of God, so they weren't worth his time

• but, when he sees you from the other side of the bar one day, fiddling with your empty glass, something about you stands out as different

• maybe it's the worry in your expression? the unspoken plea of innocence in your wide eyes? something about it just seemed so human...

• and, being a suspect of murder, he saw it as a breath of fresh air and rationale. you weren't like these other suspects, with their petty obsession for wealth and status.

• you were a person of reason, like him. a humble survivor of life, just trying to deliver God's justice in your own way...

• or, at least, he hoped so when he slid down into the seat next to you.

• "You look like you could use another drink, dollface."

• as he gestures for the bartender to fill your glass with the alcohol of your choice, you couldn't help but feel the corner of your thoughtful frown tug up into a smile

• "Dollface? That's awfully flattering for someone you don't even know." you would snort cheekily, looking him up and down. "Anything complimentary I should be calling you, stranger?"

• "The folks in these parts have taken to calling me Desolate Sand," he would respond, tipping his hat respectfully. "But something tells me you already knew that."

• you would nod, sipping on your drink in silence. at this point in the investigation, there wasn't anyone who didn't know about this mysterious man.

• "Well then, Mr. Desolate Sand, you can call me Y/N. Y/N L/N."

• "Charmed, Y/N L/N."

• "Likewise."

• from then on, you two would keep meeting at that spot in the bar- you spent most of your time together talking about your dreams for the future and your goals by travelling west

• or, at least, you did. Desolate Sand was rather reserved about his past, but he was more than happy to listen to you talk about yours. what a gentleman (¬‿¬)

• and, with every meeting you had, the both of you began to fall in love without even really noticing at first...

• ...which caused more worry to Desolate Sand than it did to you. you were a kind soul, a good person. you didn't deserve to be with a filthy sinner like him.

• besides, he's done some pretty horrible things in his life...

•...like killing Marshall-

• omg plot twist!! (o‿o)

• so, when you finally admitted your feelings to him and he hit you with that information, it was like a punch to the gut.

• up until this point, you had really grown to trust him- but this confession just felt like the grossest betrayal possible. what other horrible secrets was he keeping from you?

• so, not wanting to find out, you ran away.

• of course, Desolate Sand had his reasons for bringing that sickening man Marshall to his end. reasons he would never want to get you involved in.

• his deliverance of justice shouldn't come at the cost of a good heart like yours- so, even if it hurt, scaring you away from him was the safest option

• though, of course, that backfired on him once the infamous bounty hunter Black Rose got her hands on you.

• she was rather livid when she heard that someone else had gotten to Marshall before her-

• he was always at the top of her hit list, and she was expecting to draw a pretty penny out of his death before someone else had stolen the kill.

• turns out pretending to be a bartender is a great way to eavesdrop for information- and, seeing two of her fellow murder suspects chatting so pleasantly at the bar was quite intriguing to her.

• and how convenient that the mysterious stranger confessed to murder within earshot (even though she was already spying on you guys)!!

• "So, tell me, L/N," she cooed, pressing her cold black pistol to the side of your head. "Do you think that killing Mr. Desolate Sand will be enough for me to collect my bounty, or no? Perhaps I should take you out, too, just to compensate for all of the trouble your little lover has caused me-"

• "You get your filthy fuckin' hands off of them right now."

• even though he was far enough away from you that you could only see his silhouette, the rage in his eyes burned brightly enough that he was practically a beacon of raw emotion

• despite his obvious anger, though, Desolate Sand still leveled his revolver at her head with the confidence of someone who's shot it before

• and, though you were relieved to see him come to your aid, that remaining fact still scared you. the man you had grown to love had still killed a man.

• "So, what's it going to be, Desolate Sand?" Black Rose hollered. "You gonna turn yourself over to me so that I can collect my coin, or is pretty little Y/N here gonna have to die first?"

• Desolate Sand inwardly scoffed. it was always about coin in the west...

• the two stood in a silent stalemate for a while. neither moved a single inch out of place...

•...and that was starting to get on your nerves.

• so, you directed all of that pent up frustration into stabbing Black Rose in the gut with your elbow!

• she was actually caught quite off guard, so much so that she stumbled backwards and fumbled with the trigger of her gun-

• and suddenly, BANG.

•...though Desolate Sand's gun was the only one with one less bullet.

• Black Rose howled in pain and clutched her leg, red pooling around the flesh the bullet tore through

• you stumbled back, dazed by the sight, right into Desolate Sand's arms.

• you were at a loss for words- you didn't even know whether to thank him or apologize.

• though the urgency in his eyes told you right away that you had time for neither

• "Y/N, we don't have a lot of time here. The townsfolk will be out here any minute once they hear this broad screaming. She'll say we tried to kill her, so I'm going to get you onto a horse and send you away while I take care of all this-"

• you were very quick to shut him up with a kiss

• he was shocked for a moment, but he found himself slowly melting into it- you tasted absolutely heavenly.

• when you two regretfully pulled away for air, you told him very passionately that you weren't just going to leave him all alone.

• you'd take your hands in his, rubbing your thumbs over his hard leather gloves...

• "Desolate Sand, I... I know you lead a pretty intense life, but... that doesn't mean you have to live it alone. Neither of us do. I love you, and I'm not ready to leave you behind yet."

• he chuckled down at you. "Funny. I was about to say the exact same thing, doll."

• and so, you both made your escape, travelling from town to town in search of a quiet place to settle down

•...though that was quite hard with all of the wanted posters with your faces on them

• yeahhhhhh you're both kind of wanted criminals now I forgot to mention that sorry

• (Well, Desolate Sand more so than you. You're labelled as an "accomplice," and they just never seem to get your nose right on the posters. ;0)

• after everything, Desolate Sand agreed to deliver his justice in a less morbid fashion. despite everything you've faced in the past/will face in the future, you're both just happy to be at each others sides- and no amount of gold could ever compare to the love that you two share. ♡

"Y/N, you've got something these westerners and I lack- a good heart. You constantly prove to be a breath of fresh air in these lawless lands... don't ever change, darling. I'll protect you with my life."

-Desolate Sand!Andrew Kreiss 🕳🕳

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xenia-cenia · 4 years ago

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Bennett x Fem!Reader - Aster

A/N: The last post kinda blew up so of COURSE I’m doing more in this style. Also he’s totally the son of the pyro archon I don’t take criticism

Fun fact: at the end I legit started to blush a little bit.

Trigger/Content Warnings: Regicide/murder, violence, PTSD/nightmares, kidnapping, light swearing

Word Count: 3,560

Request: No

Summary: Everything that has been Lost will eventually be found; be it Princesses or swords.

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Very few places in Teyvat still bowed to royalty and Mondstadt was no different.

The people of Mondstadt bowed to alcohol and freedom; the people of Liyue bowed to commerce and wealth.

But you did not hail from Mondstadt or Liyue - you were born into a country far away from Archons and Visions. A country that was set under siege 10 years ago, a country that lost its rulers with a swift slash of a sword.

Rumors spiraled of the young princess escaping with a woman who burned with embers in her eyes and infernos in her hands. Some say the women took the princess only to end the royal line herself, others say she raised the child as her own. As more and more time passed on, people agreed that the woman never existed and the princess died during the attacks.

“Bennett!” You shouted from the balcony overlooking the entryway of Mondstadt. The white-haired boy's head snapped up, a smile growing on his face. You jumped over the balcony and ran to him, “How was your adventure?”

“I found so much treasure!” He began sorting through his pockets and eventually brought out a small bag, he opened it and brought out a golden ring with a raven insignia pressed onto the blue jewel attached to it. He extended his hand and smiled shyly, you slowly set your right hand down on his extended hand. The ring slipped onto your finger perfectly.

“Woah,” you gaped at the ring, admiring the way the jewel seemed to absorb every bit of light, “Where did you find this?”

Bennett chuckled nervously, not wanting to tell you the truth of how many traps he fell into while receiving the ring, “J-just found it... y’know... lying around.”

You looked up at him and narrowed your eyes, “Benny...”

He scratched the back of his head and mumbled under his breath, “I only almost died like... twice.”

“Bennett!” You yelled and lightly smacked his arm, “Don’t risk your life for this stuff! We’ve talked about this.”

“But you looked so happy when you saw the ring...”

“And I’m happier each time you come home to me! Promise you won’t do this anymore!”

“But...”

“Promise!”

“Fine! Fine. I promise I won’t risk my life for gifts anymore.” He sighed but couldn’t contain the soft blush on his cheeks.

“Thank you.” You grabbed his hand and squeezed them, “Really, thank you. I... just please don’t get hurt for me.”

He smiled brightly and kneeled slightly to match your height, “You’re the luckiest thing that’s ever happened to me, (Y/N).”

You laughed and began to jog away, “Where did THAT come from? Barbatos save me, you’re so cute.”

“Cute?!” Bennett half-laughed half-yelled in shock, “(Y/N)!” He started running after you, “(Y/N)! You can’t just say that and run away!”

“Come and catch me then!” You giggled as he chased after you. It didn’t take long for him to catch up to you, grab you by the waist, pick you up and spin you around. You laughed and looked at him, “How come I’m nearly as tall as you, yet you can still effortlessly pick me up?”

He smiled and nuzzled his chin into your hair, “I spend all day fighting hilichulrs and climbing mountains, did you think I couldn’t pick you up?”

“I guess I knew you could, I just didn’t think you would.” You spun out of his grasp and grabbed his hands, “Ooh, that reminds me! You have to hear about this story I just found!”

“Yeah?”

“It’s so cool! It’s about Vanessa...” as the two of you walked back to your small house, you regaled him with stories you had read that day, gushing over the vast history that Mondstadt had.

When you had finished talking, the moon had taken its rightful spot in the sky and called you and Bennett to sleep. You lied on the bed and waited to feel Bennett's warm body press against your chest, his heavy arms draped over your sides. Within moments of him getting into bed, he fell fast asleep. You smiled and buried your head under his chin, letting sleep overtake you.

Screams echoing in your ears, you bit your lip as tears fell down your cheeks. The dress you had treasured was torn and burnt, you could hear pounding footsteps outside your door, looking for your head to hang on a wall.

You didn’t know when this started, all you knew is that you needed to hide. You tried your best to block out the noise, but you could still hear their death thralls and see your parents extend their bloodied hands towards you.

“Run.” They had whispered. And run you did.

You ran down the twisting corridors, you hid under your Father's desk and prayed to something - anything - that you would survive this and see your family again. But even as a 6-year-old, you knew that your chances of survival were slim to none.

Soft footsteps slowly made their way across the room, you felt heat begin to boil your skin. A woman kneeled down and set her blade on the ground.

“P... please don’t hurt me.” You shook.

She smiled; a warm and comforting smile, “Are you (Y/N) (L/N)?”

You stared at her with wide eyes, your heart sinking into your stomach. This was the end. You were going to die here. Your family's legacy would crash and tumble, the last thing you’d see was this woman's bright green eyes and smile.

She outstretched her hand, “Come, Princess, I can save you.”

You woke up with a deep gasp, sweat and tears mixing on your face. You looked at Bennett who was still sound asleep, you slowly slid out of the bed and took deep breaths.

How long was it since you’ve last this nightmare? What was it about sleeping next to Bennett that caused you to see the woman clearer? You shook the thoughts out of your head and decided to take a walk to clear your head.

Flower picking always seemed to calm you down. You crept outside your house and into the Mondstadt fields to reminisce in the familiar scents of flowers. You sat on the ground and quietly hummed to yourself, completely lost in thought, not noticing the figure watching you from a distance.

Slowly, he crept up to you until he grabbed your wrist. You jumped in shock and smiled nervously. “Hello?”

“What are you doing... out so late at night?”

“I... um, just picking flowers.” You used your left hand to gesture around, “It’s so pretty out, I just couldn’t sleep until I brought a few home for my boyfriend...”

“Oh?” The man kneeled down, “Boyfriend, eh? What’s he like?”

“He’s... well, he’s really unlucky.” You looked around to see if he had any allies with him - but even if he did you knew you couldn’t take him in a fight. You were more of a kind soul than a violent one. “He’s probably expecting me home any minute now, so I should really go...” you began to pull out of the man's grasp when he tightened his grip on your wrist.

“What a pretty ring.” He held your hand up to his eyes, “Not as pretty as you, of course.”

“T-Thank you?”

“Would you mind if we took a walk? I get a bit lonely walking through these fields all by myself.” He cheerily laughed.

“I... my b-boyfriend...”

He smiled brightly but his grip began to become painful, “I’m sure he won’t mind, will he? Oh, speaking of! I never got your name, how rude of me.”

“I really need to go.” You tried to pull out of his grasp again.

“Now, now. I know those eyes. Right, Princess?”

“Pri-” you began, but before you could finish your sentence he swung at your chin and you crumpled onto the ground.

“What a great find!” He chuckled to himself as he lifted your unconscious body over his shoulder, “The amount of money we’ll get for her...”

Bennett woke up the same way he does every day: with a sore neck and on the floor. He sighed and sat up, happy that he remembered to put pillows on the floor last night. He looked at the empty bed and smiled to himself, you were probably out picking flowers or meeting with some of your friends. It always made him happy that you had things to do while he was out adventuring, but it always made him happier when you stayed near the city.

It’s not that he didn’t trust you. You weren’t naive or sheltered just... not someone cut out for battle. He had tried countless times to teach you how to fight, even got his Dads involved, but you always seemed hopeless.

Your stance was wrong, you’d drop the sword or you’d nearly poke someone's eye out. Eventually, you decided to just stay near. Stay safe. Fighting simply wasn’t your thing - and that’s fine! He’d be okay with it either way.

He changed into his clothes, headed out of his house, and walked around Mondstadt. Katheryne smiled and waved hello, he walked over to her and asked about new commissions. She gave him 4 more and bid him good luck, before he set out he asked if she’d seen you today.

“(Y/N)?” She rocked back and forth on her heels, “No... I don’t think so.”

Bennett felt concern but quickly shook it away, “Tell me if you see her!”

As he set out on his commissions, he found himself being distracted. Not seeing you when he woke up was normal enough, but Katheryne not seeing you? That was weird. He only even asked as a formality - Katheryne always saw you. She always chatted with you before you met up for midday tea.

He palmed the hilt of his sword as he began walking to his second commission of the day, completely lost in thought and not noticing the small hole in the ground. One misstep was all it took for Bennett to trip and roll his ankle.

Bennett winced in pain and slowly brought himself out of the hole, “Just my luck, huh...” He reached into his backpack, pulled out medical supplies, and set to work on mending his wounds. On the ground, he spotted a few picked windwheel asters scattered around. He pulled himself over to them and smiled to himself, imagining the smile on your face when he brought your favorite Mondstadt specialty home to you.

As he twirled the windwheel aster between his fingers, he recalled his earlier unease. With a quick shake of his head, he replaced it with happier thoughts. He pulled himself up, tucked the windwheel aster into his belt, and headed home.

The unlucky boy more stumbled than walked home, beating the pain with fantasies of your smile.

As he arrived back in Mondstadt, he walked over to Katheryne who perked up when she saw him.

“Bennett!” She called, “You’ve been gone a while. Did you complete your commissions?”

“Not really,” he laughed quietly, “ended up rolling my ankle.”

“Oooh,” her eyebrows knit together, “I think Barbara is still working tonight.”

“No, no, I’ll be fine. I can just sleep it off.” He began to step away when he remembered something, he knocked onto the counter with his gloved hand and shot a big smile, “Oh, that reminds me. Have you seen (Y/N) at all?”

Katherynes concern fell into nervousness, “I... I was going to ask you that.”

“I gotta go.” He broke out into a sprint towards your house, the pain from his ankle seemed insignificant compared to his pounding heart. As if some lucky break, he didn’t trip or run into anyone on his way home.

He threw the door open and yelled, “(Y/N)?!” No response. He searched each room in the house, tearing apart every spot that you could even possibly be hiding in before ran to the Knights of Favonius headquarters. He practically barreled through the door to the library and with heavy breaths looked a startled Lisa in the eyes.

“Bennett?” She took a second to regain her composure, “Oh, actually, have you seen (Y/N) lately? We just got a new book I think she’d-”

Before she could finish, Bennett left the library and ran into the Acting Grand Masters office.

“Master Jean!” He panted, his arms shaking as he held the edges of the doorframe.

Jean looked up at him, piles of paperwork covering her desk, “Can I help you?”

“Yes! Yes, you can!” He walked into the room, tripped over his feet, got up, and sat down in the chair, “You’ve heard of (Y/N), right?”

“(Y/N)...” she repeated, “Oh, yes. I have. She helps me out every now and then.”

“Have you seen her at all today?”

Jean leaned back in her chair, tapping her pen against her lips, “No, I can’t say I have. Why?”

Bennett groaned and leaned forward, “I don’t know where she is! I woke up today and she was gone, which, yeah, is pretty normal for her but still! Not you, Katheryne, or Lisa have seen her! I’m really scared - she can’t fight and she keeps going out to pick flowers really far away! Please, please help me find her.”

She folded her hands, “What’s your name?”

“B-Bennett!”

“Bennett. Take Lisa with you and look around Mondstadt. If you still can’t find her, come back to me and we’ll discuss this again. Understood?”

“I’ve looked around Mondstadt!”

“Okay,” she exhaled, “I’ll organize a search party.” Jean stood, grabbed her vision, and walked with purpose.

Bennett sat in the chair, shaking. “(Y/N)... where are you...”

You woke up with a pounding headache and with something wet pressed against the side of your face. There was a tight rope binding your hands behind your back and chains connecting your feet to a small metal cage you were trapped in. You sat up and took deep breaths, trying to recall what happened.

“1 million mora? For a princess? We can do better than that.” A voice sneered.

“How do we know she’s really the princess?”

“Wait until you see her eyes! The Lost (L/N) Princess and she fell right into our hands! Hah! How lucky!”

You looked around your surroundings, other than the cage you were in, it seemed like a normal campsite. You didn’t quite recognize the area you were in and that worried you.

“H... hey!” You called out. The two voices fell quiet and eventually, two men came into your view.

“You’re awake.” A young man with orange eyes and dusty brown hair spoke, a purple face mask concealing his mouth and nose.

You narrowed your eyes at him, recognizing him as the man who took you hostage, “Where am I?”

The second man who had a hat covering his face kneeled in front of you, happiness beaming in his light blue eyes, “Well, I’ll be damned. It really is her.”

He grabbed the chains on your feet and pulled you towards him, “I’ve been looking for you for so long.”

“Let me go.” You growled, “I swear to god when Benny finds you-”

“Benny?” The man wearing the hat turned towards the masked man, “Whose Benny?”

“Her boyfriend, probably.”

“Hmm...” he leaned back and thought for a moment, “Well, you know what they say about loose ends...”

“W...wait.” Panic began to tear through your body, “Wait, please don’t. Oh, god, no. Please don’t hurt him. I’ll do whatever you ask just... please.”

“Anything?”

“Anything.”

“Well, stay put.” He opened the door on the cage and motioned for you to open your mouth, you complied. He ripped a piece of cloth off your clothes and tied it around your mouth, “Can’t have you screaming for help now, can we?” He chuckled and shut the cage again.

“What do we do now?” The masked man stood, anxiously bouncing on his heels.

“Find the boy.”

“And?”

“Well,” the man sat in front of your cage, pulling down his mask and showing you a bright grin, “See how much he wants his beloved back.”

You glared at him with tears in your eyes, trying to push the gag out of your mouth but to no avail.

Bennett sat on your bed, trying to keep himself from crying. 3 days. 3 days you’ve been missing. He wrapped himself in your clothes, taking deep breaths and trying to smell you on whatever remnant he had left.

The smell was fading.

He choked back tears and focused on you. Your smile, your voice, your favorite story, anything. Anything at all.

A loud knock at his door made him jump. Excitement and nervousness built into his feet as he ran to the door, maybe the Knights found you, maybe it was you. He threw the door open and saw a small slip of paper on the ground. With shaking hands, he picked it up, and when he finished reading its contents he couldn’t stop himself from crying or collapsing onto the ground.

Benny -

You probably want to know where (Y/N) is. She’s safe. For now, at least.

You have 24 hours to either get 30 million mora or something of equal value to

get her back safely. If you miss the deadline, we will sell her to the highest bidder. Deliver the money to the great tree in Windrise.

Come alone.

Proof that we have her is attached.

On the other side was a lock of your hair. He clutched it to his chest before carefully tucking it into his satchel, and just like that he took off searching for each mora or item in your house that could even possibly have value.

He would have sold the clothes off his back if it meant he’d see you again. But in the end, he fell short.

Not even 1 million mora.

He walked to the great tree, hoping he could strike some sort of deal. With his sword at his hip, he knew what he had to do.

The unlucky boy shook as he set the sword against the tree, his eyes filled with tears as a single man came from the shadows.

“You didn’t bring anything?” He scoffed, “She really loves you more than you love her.”

“She... she’s alive? Thank... thank the Archons.” His head drooped in relief, “M-my sword. It’s worth at least 30 million mora. Take it.”

The man stepped forward and inspected the sword, “Hm.” He practiced a few slashes with it, “Yes, this seems like it’ll catch a fair price.”

“Where is she?” He pulled himself to his feet, “I gave you what you wanted... where is she?”

He laughed under his mask, “Long gone. As we speak, she’s being pawned off.”

“Wh... what?” Bennett stepped forward, “I did what you asked.”

“Yes, you did. A 30 million mora sword and whatever she sells for... now my buddies and I will have the life we’ve always wanted.”

“That’s not fair.” He began to feel his blood boil under his skin, “You... you can’t do that.”

Bennett saw red, and the next thing he knew his sword was back in his hands and he was marching directly to you.

Wrath and fear forced his body on and it only increased tenfold as he saw a group of people standing around a cage, one of the men counting mora as he loudly spoke about your name to the onlookers.

Fire roared inside of him, their arrows and swords burned the moment he got near. Everything was burned to ash, except for you. He turned to the cage and felt his chest constrict as he saw tears pooling down your face and a gag keeping you silent.

He dropped his sword and ran over to the cage, it didn’t take him long to open the lock and remove the gag.

“Benny!” You gasped when you could speak, “Oh, god, Benny, I was so scared. T-They... they said they were going to kill you.”

“I’m here, it’s okay.” He broke the chains off your feet and untied the rope around your hands, “Can you walk?”

“I... I think?” He helped you out of the cage, but you immediately stumbled when you touched the ground. He wrapped his arms around your waist and caught you.

“I’ll carry you. Are you tired?” He sat you on the ground for a moment as he sheathed his sword, before picking you up bridal style and making sure to tighten his hands around so he wouldn’t drop you.

“A... a little.”

“I bet,” he beamed, “Bennys Adventure Team is here to help you!”

Your laughter dissolved into coughing.

Bennett frowned and held you close, “When we get home, I’ll read you a story.”

“About Vanessa?”

“About anything you want.”

You leaned into his chest and wrapped your arms around his neck, “As long as it’s you... I don’t care what it is.”

He was going to respond, but he noticed your eyes fall shut. He leaned down to make sure you were still breathing, smiled to himself, and began the long trek home.

Whenever you wanted to pick flowers or do anything outside of the city, he’d always offer to come with you. He doesn’t want you to go missing again. At night, he draws you close against his chest as he sleeps.

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ziracona · 4 years ago

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T-The gang playing Among Us? Oh!? That's chaos I'd love to know more of!

They had a lot of legendary matches, but the three best were with Dwight and Jake as imposters, Quentin and Jane as imposters, and Jake and David as imposters.

So, Quentin and Jane get imposter pretty early. Jane is competitive, and does a great job. Pulls off some legendary kills with lights off in the middle of a group. Quentin and she tag team well, and provide alibis a few times without being suspicious. Gets down to him and Jane still alive, four crewmembers left. Crewmembers have lost three and ejected one, and know they’re in deep. One more kill will probably lose them the game. Claudette, Nea, Adam, and Jeff are still up. Meg ejected, David, Susie, and Min killed. Claudette is off with Quentin for repairs. Jane kills Nea across the ship. Nobody has found the body/reported, but he knows that she went with Nea and wants to get one and have him kill another, and Jane works fast so he knows it’s probably already happened, and as soon as he kills her He kills it’s game. But when they’re pairing off in chat no one wants to go with Claudette bc she found two of the bodies and has been alone a lot, so he volunteered too be nice,’ but jokingly was like “You’re not gonna kill me though, right?” And she was like “No! Of course. I’m not an imposter, and even if I was, you offered to come with me even though it was risky so I wouldn’t be a sitting duck alone. I’d never kill you. : )” and the guilt is so real. She’s just happily bouncing alongside walking to a dark corner to repair a sabotage, totally security, total faith in him. Philip has been banned from Among Us because when they played Mafia he sold out his team because he didn’t want to kill Claudette and Quentin knows the stakes but he can’t take it. Is super ready and in position to off her, but. :’-] She’s so trusting. She was like “if one of the others pops up and comes at us, you run away and I’ll slow them down, so you have time to report and call in who it was and can save the others. You died last round and I didn’t so you should get to make it this time if one of us can’t!” And Jeff walked past a doorway while they were walking and she ran out in front of him just in case and he can’t do it. Gets her to come with him and runs off and bc she trusts him she follows. They book all the way to Nea’s body, which Quentin knew would be there, and Quentin reports, goes “I’m an imposter and Jane’s the other one I can’t do it just kill us” and throws the match. Jane is furious, then decides it’s actually hilarious and doesn’t mind. Quentin has to go sit the next six matches out in the shame corner with Philip, though, but Claudette is happy. Until she gets super tunneled for like six matches back to back.

Jake and David get imposter while Quentin is still in the banned corner. They have an agressive strategy that causes so much constant pandemonium it’s really hard to think. It’s going great—Susie, Nea, and Dwight dead. Forced all votes to a pass becuase no one knew shit, except one time, which bumped off an incredulous Adam. Kate, Laurie, Min, and Meg still up. They see Kate and Laurie off near each other, go to kill both. Laurie dies, and Kate sees Jake coming, connects two dots, and books. Runs for where Laurie was last. David is on cooldown and can’t touch her. Makes it to Laurie’s body right before Jake is in range, fkn by the skin of her teeth, reports body, screams to the chat it was David and Jake. David and Jake are like “she’s flipping out becuase we saw her kill Laurie” and Kate is like “Listen to me. We’re down to three. One more dies, it’s all over. If we vote off Jake, and one of us can hit the emergency meeting button right after, we win. We’re at the table, it hasn’t been used. If not we dont do this, and pass a vote, or vote the wrong person, or anything, we die. Min you know it’s not me. I don’t have an alibi but you were railing on me for being a predictable imposter when we were a team, becuase I killed the people who trusted me last. You know I’d never kill Laurie before Jake.” And Min’s like “Damn she makes a good point 🤔” & Meg is like “Mmm and if Jake and David were together when she made the call, then if Kate is an imposter, it can’t be either of them. Becuase they’d have just killed the other and won if it was Kate and one of them. So that would mean it’s me or Min and her, and it’s not me, and it’s not Min. Because Nea died right after Susie, and Min would have either killed Nea first or last for the drama and maybe not at all, and I am not killing my girl like that. So it’s not us. So it can’t be Kate. So it’s Jake and David.” And they vote off Jake and it’s a “who can slam a button first” contest the second the meeting ends, but Min gets lucky and is immediately able to call a meeting before David can even kill another and they get David too, and win.

The Dwight and Jake match was second to last one, and they’d both had failed turns as imposters before, and some quite frustrating, and during a snack break together were like “Ok if it’s ever us, here’s the plan.” Keep not getting picked together though. Claudette is frustrated to tears because after Quentin gave up for her, people keep killing her, and last match she got voted off when she knew who the killer was, and she is sad because no one listened /and/ they killed her. Gets imposter and tries really hard, but gets unlucky and kills like right when someone is checking cameras and it’s legit just bad luck, but gets teased and is not happy about it. Jake and Dwight are like, ‘Hey. So you’re annoyed too right? What do you say to being in on our plan. We could pull off the /ultimate/ scam. If we ever get picked.’ And she’s like “I don’t know I don’t want to play sneaky...” but then she gets killed first by Nea, again, like, 13 seconds in, and is like >:-[ “ok yes I want to scam.” So they hash out a plan. And then? Second to last round? They finally get imposter and the boys are like 😏.

So. Dwight and Jake do the totally normal seeming little pre-determined movement that is code to Claudette it’s them and it’s game time. Dwight and Claudette go to the same area, Dwight kills her, Jake sees him, immediately reports. Avenges Claudette and outs him, Dwight is ejected as imposter. Acts betrayed by Jake for not covering and Jake is like “I’m a boyfriend, but I draw the line at murder” and they hold character really wells Survivors feeling great. Round one seems to be a big win. It ain’t. It’s a trap. From here on, Dwight causes basically /all/ sabotages, step by step doing it where some teammate went solo as a ghost imposter, or near where Jake sneaks off to kill someone, but is careful to make sure he gets clear. They get doors shut, lights out, it’s executed to perfection. Whoever dies is usually a person who walked off with someone else, or Jake has an alibi, and he’s never near the issues. Always with someone except the very first time there’s a sabotage. Also, he’s out there doing Crewmate tasks, which have /always/ been done like he says, which he shouldn’t be able to do as an imposter, but people see him. So? And he kills Nea, Laurie finds and reports, Meg is voted off. One imposter left, five Crewmates: Laurie, Quentin (finally allowed back in), Jeff, Kate, and Min. Kate is killed, Quentin finds and reports. They pass on a vote becuase numbers are dwindling and they just don’t know, but Laurie hella suspects Jake. Says “I think you voted off Dwight to make yourself look innocent.” Jake is like “I swear to god, I can prove it. I have been doing my tasks—Jeff, you were with me! You saw!” And Jeff is like “I wasn’t paying a bunch of attention but I think he’s telling the truth. I’m pretty sure I saw him using the canons—like 90%.” So they pass on a vote. At Laurie’s insistence, though, they go in a group and Jake is like “watch. Could an imposter do /this/?” And does a Crewmate task. Bodyscans himself for all the world to see. Only, he doesn’t. Claudette’s ghost does, like she has been. But uh. Since none of them can /see/ it. 😏 And Laurie is like “Well shoot. I thought I was onto something.” Min finds that sus, and when Jeff turns up dead a little bit later, convinces the others to vote off Laurie. Leaving her, Quentin, and Jake. And Jake immediately kills her, leaving Quentin up per Claudette’s request, and snags a win that makes everyone lose their mind until it is explained how they did it. The trio could not be more smug. Claudette feels a little bad because they kiiinda cheated? Technically broke no rules, but, it was a dick move. But Min is like “Nah if I died first for six rounds in a row and then the one time I saw a murder my team voted me off, and proceeded to have the gall to ignore my good intel and lose, I too would have totally done that” and she feels better. Jake has 0 regrets and neither does Dwight period. Last round is just a normal chill one, and less memorable, but that second to last lives on in infamy. Also makes people super suspicious forever about what they can trust as proof of crewmate. Jake loves the legacy. 😏 Dream-team trio really did that.

#ask #panna-pan #in living memory (fic)#in living memory #ilm spoilers #dead by daylight

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willowaudreykeyes · 4 years ago

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Monster AU Idea that I don’t know what to do with

Literally what the title says. Idk what to do with this, but its in my head and so i need to write it down and share it before my brain explodes. Talk about it or ask about it; whatever you want. As long as I know about it as it is still my idea, go nuts.

@ladyedwina @sparrowofsong

Warning: Does involve murder, being captured, lots of depressed Roman because I’m mean to him for no reason and it makes me sad, gory removal of fingers (not detailed but it is there), suicide mention, me swearing a lot, stabbing(not detailed), hints of Roceit; Intrulogical and qpr Pattmile

Spider Monster Who-Realises-That-His-Race-Sucks Virgil

Born like this. Was raised to be alone but he likes being around others to feel safe, so it makes him a little awkward and even anxious around others.

Hates the rest of his kind because he’s the only one who doesn’t want to eat people. So now they all wanna kill him.

He can retract his extra legs but it leaves small bumps in his back, so he likes to wear his over-sized hoodie to help hide them.

Janus saved him from one of his own kind. Travelled with him and Logan before getting separated by Monster Hunters and running into a lonely wolf-Patton.

Is now Patton’s spider child, despite the fact that said father figure is afraid of spiders. And that Virgil is technically older then him. He does try to look past the ‘too-many-eyes’ and ‘long, hairy legs’ thing; which Virgil appreciates.

The only one of the group that knows how mobiles work and he finds it funny as fuck.

Werewolf Underdog (ha) Patton

Runt of the litter.

Can shift between a humany appearance, an actual grey-brown wolf and a bipedal werewolf. He isn’t the third one often and actually enjoys being a more typical wolf as he can be passed off as a wolf-dog hybrid and has gotten free bones and pets.

Ran away from his pack as they didn’t want him to die but also didn’t want him to get stronger, then raised a bunch of homeless orphans at a young age and also defended them from a trafficking ring by ripping out a bunch of people’s throats.

Yeah... he brought them to an orphanage afterwards as it’s safer then the streets. Then he ran away again; at this point he’s only 15-16.

Lives alone and homeless for a few more years before running into Virgil and immediately adopting him.

Patton helped Virgil find Janus and Logan so now he has more children (who are all older then him but he ignores that).

No one will go hungry EVER with Patton is around. He is the caretaker of this pack and he will not let his pups feel hungry ever-

He’s not over how shitty his pack was to him and it’s very obvious.

When he meets Emile though, it lifts a lot of weight off his shoulders as he learns not to be so all-bearing of others issues. And he also feels safer talking to him about his old pack as he doesn’t want to be pitied by anyone.

Tired-As-Fuck Vampire Logan

Who’s like 600 years old and knows that a lot of History that the modern day tells everyone is wrong and HATES that he’d be found out if he started yelling at people how wrong they are.

Parents wanted him to drop science and be a farmer. They, and his younger siblings, all died when their crops were poisoned two weeks after he moved out to do his science elsewhere.

Oh and he was bit by the person who 1. Was his partner in science and 2. He was head over heels for them because they let him take risks but still made sure he was safe as he did them.

So that pissed him off quite a bit. Because he almost instantly killed the couple who took in the sickly scientist because the wife cut her finger. He managed to kill the cow instead but he ran away afterwards and never saw them again.

Ran into Janus 300 years later -after travelling a LOT and learning a LOT and nearly dying a LOT and feeling so much that he doesn’t wanna feel anymore because that’s 300yrs of friends dying- and decided to travel with the one type of guy who won’t die of old age!!!

Then Virgil appeared. Then Patton. Then the Twins. Then Remy. Then Emile. He wishes that his dead heart would stop making him want to protect them all to his last breath but what can ya do?

He will murder anyone to save the others- but much prefers to just stay inside and just experiment on the occasional new thing that he finds.

Protector. Leader. Professor. Tired. Doctor. Cantor (yes he was Jewish for a little while after the bite but now he’s Atheist). University Chancellor. Lots of titles and he got them all legit too, although some are a little out of date.

Do not ask how he feels about the others. Especially Remus. He will glare at you without a word before moving on with his life.

Naga Will-Steal-You’re-Last-$5 Janus

Age? Social construct. He hints at being around Logan’s age but that could be give or take a hundred years or so.

He can shift between having a tail and legs- but ofc much prefers the tail. But he hates that his teeth change with it as it makes him hold his ‘s’ more when he talks.

When no tail, the left side of his face is very scarred. Someone tried burning off the scales on his face but the scars only appear when he’s trying to look human. When he has his tail, his scales replace them and they look fine.

Do not touch his hands or he will strangle you with them. They’re sensitive as hell without his gloves and he doesn’t know why.

He can hypnotise you to take a fucking break and he’s not afraid to do it (except on Logan as he’s somehow almost entirely immune)

Doesn’t like hypnotising his friends unless its just to take a break or to pull them out of an anxiety/panic attack. Every other living thing isn’t off limits though.

Lived alone until he met Logan. He also liked killing everyone he met until he met Logan. The only reason he didn’t kill Logan was because the nerd almost chopped off the end of his tail. The others don’t know this and it’s staying that way.

Has a cane to walk with for days that his legs decide that they wanna be a tail but he’s in public for some reason and he can’t and it sucks.

Almost killed Remy when they first met. Literally- he stabbed him in the side. Now they’re best buds over it and it was weird how quickly it happened too.

Has stolen Roman’s last $5. He will not be returning it. He hasn’t spent it because he finds him cute funny when he’s mad.

Siren But-Flips-Off-The-Sea-And-Heights Roman

Was born a Prince! With his weirdo of a twin. They were well liked and he was next in line for the throne and he was gonna be given a wife-

He wasn’t happy that it HAD to be a wife and when he argued that he wanted a guy; everyone turned on him and threw him into the ocean. So... fuck them.

Sirens saved him by turning him into one. He hates it.

Was forced to eat kelp or people. He chose kelp. He hated it.

Was dragged out of the sea by his brother who had been thrown into the evil swamp nearby and is now a banshee. Not as bad but he’s still rather pissed.

Although he was a little sad when he heard, 100yrs later, that his entire kingdom died of the plague. He moved on quickly though.

He hates the sea and doesn’t go near it. If it all dried up one day, it’d be the happiest day of his life. He doesn’t even eat seafood anymore as it makes him upset just looking at it.

He still likes to sing. He can control if it’s going to mind-control those who hear it or not; but it’s a little annoying as he can’t get too into it without accidentally losing control. Doesn’t stop him though.

He learnt how to play multiple instruments, made anonymously published books, the money-earner of the two. Although he was jealous that Remus was better at more hands-on stuff and is slowly, but happily, learning how to craft things from wood.

He and Remus never separated. Even when Monster Hunters sprayed him with water, forced his tail to appear, and took him to a facility to be imprisoned forever. That’s another thing he was mad about since Remus refused to just fucking RUN but he was happy to see his brother be proud of him when he dug VERY sharp teeth into a mans arm.

Had to be carried out by Janus when he, Logan, Patton and Virgil decided to free everyone inside. Every other creature could run except him, which led to him and Remus staying with them.

He definitely, 100%, no-doubt-about-it got a massive gay crush on Janus when he taught him how to fight. And sword fight. And dance. And how to look after his rather pretty scales.

In the 200-300yrs since he’s had a tail, he hasn’t ONCE really looked after them. So when Janus helped him out and made his scales less gross and more gorgeous, he actually started liking his tail a bit.

The Ocean can still go fuck itself though.

Oh and the one time they visited the Seattle Space Needle? Yeah, fuck heights too.

Banshee Will-Eat-Your-Fingers-If-Given-The-Chance Remus

After Roman got thrown into the ocean, he went on a rampage. He didn’t kill anyone, but he sure as hell got close to murdering their shitty father.

They tied him up and tossed him into the nearby swamp, where he nearly died. He inhaled days worth of magical fog that eventually turned him into a banshee. Which is just the ability to scream so loud that he makes people pass out, which is useful. Oh and sharp teeth that he looks after really well.

He managed to escape the forest, he screamed at a passing merchant and took his horse, and went to the ocean where he found Roman depressingly eating kelp on a rock off in the distance.

He literally got on a boat, dragged the surprised but happy fish into it with him, and made sure that they would never be separated again.

Didn’t care about what happened to their old kingdom.

He learnt how to make weapons, how to blacksmith, how to glassmith, how to make clothes- Literally anything he could since Roman kind of sucked at making anything that wasn’t music or a story of some kind. Fine by him since he knew the quality of the weapon he was stabbing people with.

When the hunters forcefully made Roman’s tail appear, he tried to scream to make them all pass out but they were ready and punched him out. He would have found it a little funny if he didn’t wake in a jail cell with a thing over his mouth.

The two worst things about it: He couldn’t see Roman and know if he was okay and he couldn’t cuss out the guards.

When that nerdy but very murderous vampire broke in and helped him out of the prison, he returned the favour by biting off the fingers of a guard that had broken Logan’s glasses. He later on fixed said glasses as well but he thought the fingers removal was a better thank you.

Loves Logan; only Roman, Janus and Emile have figured it out. Virgil thinks he’s plotting to kill the vampire one day, Remy doesn’t pay attention and Patton thinks that Logan is a good influence on him (he’s not wrong as he slowly stops describing brutal murders and talks about gross facts that Logan does and doesn’t know)

Remy No-It-Isn’t-Short-For-Remington-Yes-I-Am-A-Dragon-Roman

Born as a shapeshifting dragon. Was supposed to live like a recluse like the rest of his kind but said ‘fuck that’ and now works at a clothing store in a town full of morons for entertainment.

His kind does get tired rather easily so he lives off coffee. He is addicted and luckily for him; his body won’t get used to it so he doesn’t have to heighten the dose of caffeine in every drink. Yay!

Two things happened when he first met Janus and Roman. The first is that he got stabbed by the Naga because he may or may not have seen him wearing some shiny rings that he REALLY wanted. He wanted it more then Janus, so he found it okay to do- but got stabbed for it.

Two; he then bit Roman (who kinda deserved it when he tried to ‘slay the dragon’ when Janus had saw his unnaturally-bright brown eyes) and was dragged to see everyone to figure out what to do with him.

He managed to talk his way out of being murdered by Remus by sheer amazing personality (he’s x5 sassy when afraid and Remus thought he was hilarious) and just decided to hang around everyone just because he could.

Being stabbed turned into a joke between him and Janus and now they’re besties who totally don’t steal from random assholes that they run into down the street. It’s a now competition to have the shiniest collection (Janus is winning but gives Remy the occasional shiny thing as he knows that dragons get very mad about hoard sizes sometimes)

When they all moved towns, he dragged them to one where his old friend Emile was. He also introduced Virgil to Starbucks and their coffee and is still getting berated for it to this day.

Oh and when he does manage to let himself be a dragon, he’s about as large as a horse and has really pretty black scales with a light brown underbelly. His eyes turn bright green too. Virgil calls him Starbucks’s best mascot.

Emile Is-A-Disney-Fairy-Stereotype

Can grow and shrink on command; can also make his wings appear and disappear although it does hurt not to have them out almost daily.

Pink wings and pink hair. Very popular fairy attributes (for both fairies and Monster Hunters)

Can see aura’s of humans and monsters. They look very different depending on species but he LOVES seeing human ones the most as they are often filled with more colours.

Is a therapist, is a cartoon nerd, is able to make you a dress that disappears at midnight

... Can also see your dreams but doesn’t like doing it as its intrusive and it feels like he’s breaking some kind of human Confidentiality agreement

Being a therapist has changed a lot of his views on personal space (like the whole dream thing he has). He’s very in-your-face when excited, but as a kid he would CLING to people at every chance he had. Even strangers. It wasn’t a good habit.

Became a therapist, an independent one too, because a human friend of his died of suicide and he blamed his therapist who was telling him a lot of bad advice. And said therapist wasn’t supportive of his friends gender-identity crisis as he was very strict on ‘born a boy is a boy’ kind of thinking.

Now Emile takes in teenagers for free and adults at a lower price then a normal therapist. He doesn’t have a great living space (upstairs from his office don’t tell anyone) but he doesn’t care!

Met Remy as he was one of his patients once. He can tell when someone isn’t human due to their aura’s and nearly fell out of his chair when a FUCKING DRAGON walked in.

After Remy finished his sessions, he still visited occasionally and always remembered his favourite drink (chocolate smoothie with whipped cream and caramel shavings and a chocolate stick or five sticking out- and Remy thought his coffee addiction was bad)

And after not seeing Remy after six months, only to find that he has made friends with a lot of other creatures made him so happy.

Then confused when they all dragged in this fairy therapist into their group. Where Logan asked for the occasional emotional advice (not at ALL related to Remus-), Janus made sure he got a better living space, Remus and Virgil gave him someone to talk to about darker cartoon ideas, Roman (after the 18 times he asked for a magical dress) started making cartoon-stuffs for him, and Patton...

Patton helped him realise that he was still very gay despite the AroAce that he was. He gave him head scritches when stressed, the help he needed trauma-wise, the cartoon marathons with the doggo using his legs as a pillow-

And Patton gave him someone to talk to about all his feelings about his clients (without breaking any rules ofc). And about his old friend and the terrible therapists that he’s met.

He will admit to anyone that he squealed when Janus told him that Patton was pan aroace. Seriously, just ask. He is not ashamed of his excitement of the fact that he has a CHANCE WITH THE CUTE WOLF DAD.

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thecomposerofstories · 4 years ago

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Disney Does NOT Know how to Feminist, for the Most Part.

I like Moana and Judy Hopps, they’re pretty good relatively-new female Disney characters, but the rest, I don’t like. It’s all, “I’m a woman, I have to save you scum-bag men because you can’t do A N Y T H I N G, hear me roar, society is trash, watch me twirl a stick.” And believe me that trope is getting kinda old kinda quickly.

People think Disney Princesses are nothing more than Damsels in Distress, and I don’t know where tf that rumour came from but I don’t like it.

Snow White gets some of the worst rap for it, and that’s not fair. I think she’s got more courage than Bo Peep and Mulan (2020, the 1998 version is an amazing role model for kids in my opinion, the 2020 version is a bitch) put together.

Snow White had to be a slave to the Evil Queen, who made her dress in rags and clean non-stop. And she still manages to go through all of that “With a Smile and a Song”.

And when she thinks her Step Mother is being kind to her, letting her wear a clean dress and letting her pick flowers and be free from chores for at least just an hour, but it turns out that she had been tricked, and that the Huntsman was supposed to kill her. But because of her kindness, the Huntsman couldn’t bring himself to kill her.

So Snow ran away, scared, and with good reason to be. The Queen will have her guts pulled out if she ever saw her again. Yet when Snow is in the forest with the woodland creatures, she apologizes for crying and asks to start over, to re-introduce herself. That’s brave, if you ask me. and she didn’t have to wear pants or wield a stick either. People forget that there are two kinds of bravery, physical fighting, (Like all female characters seem to do these days) and mental fighting, smiling even though your cared out of your mind. Keeping your head high when things are dreary, finding the good in a sea of bad.

As a girl, I’m tired of all this talk that a girl can’t wear a dress and be a bad-ass. Bo, to me, was a good character because she balanced out the other female characters, there was variety. Bo was sweet natured and girly, yes, but she was also wise and insightful and had way more depth than the new Bo. Alright, time to turn this conversation onto Toy Story 4, because I’m mad at it.

When people say, “Oh I can’t believe Woody left with Bo! What a bad decision!” they don’t say that like he never met her, they say it because Bo’s an arsehole. Woody left his family, and though we could argue that Bo is family, too, she isn’t a very nice part. she called Woody an accessory, acted rather rude towards him, and abandoned him twice because he was doing the right thing, yet she makes him apologize for it. Like girl you dumped him and left him in your cardboard box and your acting like Woody ate your last jelly bean. What did he do to deserve being treated so harshly? I don’t get it. since when is it illegal to show affection towards someone you love?

The way I see it, Feminism in Disney is just taking female characters and making them a Gaston. Y’know, very butch, very masculine, the favorite of the town and everyone loves him because, well, he’s the town’s favorite son. Taking a girl and stripping her of her femininity and replacing it with a stick.

Honestly, I’m not even mad. I just wish they did more with Bo. I have this Toy Story 4 Concept Art Book, and it was just filled with better iteration's of what she could’ve been, and it’s disappointing. I mean in one drawing she had a pencil for a leg and a missing eye and to me that’s a big missed opportunity. Instead they went with just a blue jumpsuit. Yet everyone made crazy versions of what she should look like, and then they went for the boringest decision.

And on one full page, it’s just about what Bo’s hands should look in front of her cape, and other crazy things. Like who even cares? I’d rather have a compelling character with a slight wardrobe malfunction than what we got any day.

It just makes me sad what they did to a good character like Bo. I like that she was girly, I liked that she was flirty, since when are those aspects in a woman bad? I don’t even care what her outfit looks like. Wearing pants doesn’t mean you ‘Wear the pants’, and wearing a skirt doesn’t make you inferior, literally regardless of gender.

Let. Girls. Be. Girls. And that doesn’t just mean being ‘girly’, it can mean anything. Being a girl is whatever you want it to be. Being you, whoever you are, girl, boy, both, or neither, is whoever you want to be. Just as long as you aren’t hurting anyone, anyway.

And not all men are scumbags. Most of my friends are dudes, and they’re coolest dudes I’ve ever met. And not all girls like to swing sticks and wear pants, Y’know. Not all girls are rebellious and smack-talking and bossy.

I also hate what they did to Dolly and Trixie. Dolly was spunky and cute, but now she’s just down-right psychotic. Like she legit tried to murder Forky in Forky asks a Question just because he was verbal-stimming.

And Trixie’s no better. She yells at Forky for something he didn’t even do on purpose. He accidentally broke her laptop, but like the poor guy didn’t even mean to. And the laptop isn’t even hers it’s not like she paid for it, she shouldn’t even be angry.

Not gonna lie, if someone broke my laptop I’d be pissed, but I certainly wouldn’t act the way Trixie did.

Give characters a variety of personalities. Don’t make any gender inferior. And stop making I out like all men are trash, please.

I don’t even mind strong female characters, I love them, I love seeing fan-arts of Bo on here, and I don’t give a crap that others like her, it’s none of my business what characters they like. I just wish we had more variety, though. Less brawn, more brains. Less bossy, more kind. Less screaming “You won’t listen to me! I’m always right!”, and more listening to others opinions.

And give them obstacles, too. Just because a character is female doesn’t mean you can’t give them something to make them grow. People want to see a character strive for greatness, no matter what. Not just whack ‘em with a stick and be done with it, we want the character to change throughout the story, regardless of gender. A story just about a character effortlessly kicking ass, and never coming to harm or learning anything isn’t very entertaining, nor does it tech the kids watching anything. Especially when kids are the age were they copy everything they see on television.

I just hope Disney figures that out in time.

#Bla blah blah politics #blah blah blah #disney #feminism #gender equality #bo peep #toy story #snow white #trixie toy stor #dolly toy story #disney princeses

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siren-queen-imagines · 5 years ago

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Never Ending

Alright @operation-spot. You gave me free reign so I got your Billy request right here! I truly hope you enjoy it!!

There’s mentions of a little Frank Castle x Reader so look out for that!

Masterlist

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You ran a hand through your hair as agents practically raided your apartment. The anxiety crept in as they made a mess of things and everything was happening left and right...so much was going on.

Just a mere moment ago, Homeland Security Agent Dinah Madani led her team into your home in an effort to search for your fiance or anything that could tie him to his whereabouts. At least that’s what was said when you were presented with the search warrant.

It wasn’t until after all of that, you were brought down to the field office and put into a room with a camera and microphone. You were left alone in the big, empty room that looked almost like a conference room for a while, wondering what the hell was going on.

“Y/N Y/L/N? I’m Agent Madani with Homeland Security I have a few questions about your fiance, Billy Russo.” Madani said as she entered, a confident but firm tone to her voice.

“What’s going on with Billy?” You asked, crossing your arms.

“It’s funny, I had no idea he was engaged.”

“It wasn’t something he or I went around talking about. Billy’s made some enemies with Anvil so we kept it on the down low. Plus Board of Directors at my job are pretty stuck up and even though it’s legit work, they’re very anti-violence and as of late, Billy’s company has been in the line of fire, so...”

Madani paused and sighed to herself. Yeah because this is exactly how she wanted to spend this interview. Fucking Billy Russo…

“Then there’s a lot we need to go over.”

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You sat in the backseat of the car, staring down at your engagement ring as some DHS Agents drove you home. Billy was...he was a monster.

How in the hell did you not see it? Everything he’s done was under your nose the whole time and you had no idea? How fucking stupid were you? You hoped Billy had a good laugh when he cheated on you with Madani...when he helped and worked for this Rawlins guy and he killed for him. When he helped to facilitate the murder of Frank Castle’s family...the same family that the both of you had considered a second family besides each other.

Or at least you did.

You had gotten to know for a fact that Frank was alive. Banged up for the most part but alive. At least of everything, Madani gave you that. He was supposed to be headed out of the city but you knew Frank better than that. He would finish what he started and that was to kill everyone that had anything to do with his family’s death.

He would have to kill Billy.

Honestly, underneath all of the anger and hatred, there was still a part of you that loved Billy. It was something you couldn’t just erase. You weren’t sure you would be okay with Billy’s death. As much as he had it coming, you didn’t know if you could just let him die.

As you glanced out the window, you turned to see that the car pulled up in front of your building.

“Thanks.” You said to them before getting out of the car.

You headed back to the same apartment you shared with Billy. You opened the door and glanced around the messy apartment. Maybe you should pack a bag and go stay elsewhere for tonight before you looked into possibly moving out.

You closed the door behind you and headed to your bedroom, getting started on packing when a hand clamped down over your mouth. You began to scream as you felt yourself being pulled backwards against a body.

“Shhhh...shh shh shh shh.” A voice whispered into your ear, causing you to stop. “Y/N. It’s me.”

Billy took his hand off your mouth and let you go. Immediately you turned around and pushed him, hard a few times. He barely moved an inch but he let you do it.

“You son of a bitch! How could you?! How could you do this to me?! To Frank?!” You yelled at him, your voice breaking with each word.

“I know and if you behave, maybe I’ll explain everything.” Billy told you after you stopped. “But I need you to get this bullet out of my arm.”

That’s when you noticed the blood on his upper right arm. You shook your head, wiping the tears away.

“Why should I do that? I should just let you bleed to death.”

“Come on, you and I both know it didn’t hit anything major enough to do that.”

“If you give me anything to help you with it, what do you think I’ll make sure you do?”

Billy laughed, smiling at you after he finished.

“We both know you wouldn’t do that, ain’t that right, Doc? That would be against your hippocratic oath? Or, knowing you, you love me enough to not kill me.”

“Fuck you, Billy.”

“Then how about this?” Billy pulled the gun from his lower back, pointing it at you. “That reason enough for you?”

You chuckled humorlessly as you glared at him, passing by him to grab your med bag from the closet. You stepped in, looking for the gun that was kept near your bag.

“You won’t find it in there.” He told you, showing you the shotgun with his spare hand, tossing it onto your bed.

You angrily grabbed your med bag and motioned for him to follow you to the table in the dining area. You opened it up, putting on a pair of gloves and getting everything set out and ready.

“Might as well enjoy this while it lasts because most likely I’m gonna be out of a job tomorrow.” You said pointedly.

“Why?” Billy asked as you began to cut the cloth covering his arm and how stopped pointing his weapon at you. “You didn’t do anything.”

“But you did. It’s all politics over there and after the shit you pulled, no hospital is gonna want the fiance of Billy Russo. Anywhere. So thanks for that.”

“No one knows about us.”

“But they will now that the cops do. Someone’s gonna leak it to the press soon if it hasn’t happened already.”

“I’m sorry.”

“You don’t get to say that.” You told him as you cleaned up his wound with some peroxide. “You’ve been lying to me for a long time, Bill. Your sorries mean shit to me at this point.”

“I know what happened with Madani--”

“It’s more than that. I can handle and live with you cheating on me. But Frank’s family? That--that--how could you do that to him? He was our family.” Your voice shook again.

You took a moment to calm and steady your hand as you held the forceps in your hand.

“I did it for us.” He told you.

You glared at him for a moment before you choose then to dig into the gunshot wound with the forceps and you were not gentle. Billy let out a grunt in pain, pointing the gun back at you.

“Don’t do that again.” He warned you.

“So what, you’re gonna shoot me? Kill me too? Like you killed Frank’s family? At least with me, I’ll know it’s coming.”

“Shut up. Don’t--don’t say that.”

“You said you did it for us. That’s bullshit and you know it. You did it for you because you know I would never be okay with this. You knew I didn’t need money to be happy with you.”

You finally managed to get a grip of the bullet and you pulled it out of him, putting gauze over the wound.

“But it didn’t hurt, right?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You sure didn’t hate the money we’ve spent together.” He then motioned to the engagement ring on your finger inside the glove. “Including the ring.”

“I loved this ring because it came from you. You told me you designed it and that was all before I found out it was bought with blood money so screw you for accusing me of being shallow.” You grabbed his hand and put it over the gauze as you went to grab a needle and thread. “That’s what you wanted, wasn’t it? Money and whatever else came with it like titles, power...women including Madani, right? Who knows how many others. You sold out your brother for materialistic bullshit. How did you sleep at night?”

“Most nights? Next to you after I fucked you into our mattress.”

You stopped what you were doing and sighed out loud. Low blow, Russo.

“You know the entire drive home I wondered how...how I could have allowed myself to fall in love with you. Ever. You had your good moments. I thought we were happy but now I see it...you’re a monster who cares about nobody but himself. Not even me after all this time. And the worst thing?” You began to stitch him up. “I still do love you. Deep down, I fucking love you. But I don’t know you. I never really did. Looks like I more or so love the idea of you.” You finished stitching him up, cutting the remaining thread. “Of who you made me believe you were. Shame on me, huh?”

Billy just watched you as you wrapped up his arm, deciding not to say a word. He won’t admit that what you said stung. He won’t admit that not all of it was a lie. He did love you. He loved you a lot. But he knew down the line this wouldn’t have lasted; Didn’t mean he wouldn’t enjoy it while it lasted. He never truly believe he was built for this kind of life.

“Now what?” You asked him after you finished.

Billy pulled out a zip tie from the duffel you just took notice of. He motioned for your hands and you rolled your eyes before lifting them. He tied them together and made sure to connect it to another, confining you to the table leg. You would still be able to get out but at least it would take long enough for him to catch you.

Billy changed his clothes and continued to pack up everything he might need: clothes, money, guns, etc. You were wondering how you were gonna get out of this when the lights cut out to your apartment. You heard Billy moving around when he cut your zip tie connecting you to the table loose.

“Move.” He grumbled at you.

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It’s one thing to hear about Billy killing people in cold blood. It’s another to actually see it. Billy had to drag you out by the arm and he killed anyone who was there to take him in. You had a feeling that Billy had slipped up enough for them to know where he was and bring him in. And then he blew the damn place up. Everything you owned was gone. All you had was what was on you: your phone, your license and debit card (luckily you wore pants with good enough size pockets so you didn’t have to take a purse with you earlier) and the clothes on your back.

“Here.” Billy had finally pulled the car over in front of one of the nicer hotels in the city. He pulled out a knife and cut the zip tie from your wrists. “You may think I’m a monster but I’m not gonna leave you stranded. I transferred enough money into your bank account to keep you comfortable. Should help now that you might lose your job.”

“Oh and I suppose you want me to thank you?” You asked.

“No. I know you won’t. Shit, maybe I deserve it.”

“Maybe?”

“I really did do this for us. For a comfortable future for us...for you because I love you. And I know I fucked up. And sure, Frank’s family was caught up in the crossfire but it was all only meant to kill him. Believe me or not, it doesn’t matter anymore.”

He heard you sniffle so he looked out the windshield. He couldn’t watch you cry. He just couldn’t. Yes, he had the most terrible way of showing that he loved you and he even cheated on you but he really did. He hated that you got hurt. Billy never wanted you to find out what he’s been doing.

“You know Frank is coming for you, right?”

“If he’s still alive.”

“You know he is. A bullet to the head didn’t kill him, what makes you think whatever happened the last time you saw him did?”

Billy smiled at you, laughing. He looked over at you, his eyes watching you. You could swear you saw tears brimming his eyes.

“You know, I’m actually gonna miss this. You’ve always been so damn sexy when you’re angry.”

You rolled your eyes, opening the door to the car. Billy pulled you close to him as he leaned over, kissing you hard but deeply. You kissed him back for a moment before you came back to your senses and you pushed him away. It now just hit you that this would most likely be the last time you saw him...and you didn’t lie when you said you still loved him. You quickly kissed him once more before pulling away and getting out of the car, walking away, wiping the tears from your eyes.

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You tied your hair up as you let the water run in the bath. For lack of a better term, today fucking sucked.

Today you had to hear from the board of directors at the hospital that due to your connection with a wanted fugitive, you were suspended indefinitely which was code for you’d be fired within the week.

Today you had to see your face plastered in the media, mostly gossip magazines about your connection to Billy.

Today you had to deal with the looks and whispers everywhere you went.

Today you had to field off calls from every single news outlet who wanted to interview you about the “elusive Billy Russo” and your relationship with him.

So yeah, today was a lot. You turned off the faucet and had begun to remove your clothes when your phone rang. Oh, who the hell was it now?

You walked over to the nightstand of your hotel room and glanced at the caller ID. Unknown Number. You weren’t planning to answer it but something in your gut told you to.

“Hello?” You answered.

“Y/N?” A low, raspy voice replied back.

“Frank?” Your heart stopped. This was a surprise. Albeit a bittersweet one.

“How you holding up?”

“As good as can be. It’s nice to hear your voice.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure about that.”

You laughed softly. You really meant that.

“I wanted to call you to let you know that I’m supposed to see Billy soon.” Frank continued. You took in a deep breath and let it out. “I know you love him, but I gotta do what I need to. You understand that, right?”

“Yes. I understand. Billy made his choice. Now he has to deal with the consequences.” You choked out, earning a small sigh from the other line.

“I’m sorry, Y/N.”

“It’s okay, Frank.”

“I know you still love him. That doesn’t just go away because you found out the truth. I’m sorry that what I’m gonna do is hurt you; that Billy hurt you.”

“Thank you. But Billy wasn’t your fault. Just uh...call me when it’s over, if you can, okay? I’d just rather hear it from you.”

“You have my word.”

“Be careful, Frank.��

“You too. I’ll talk to you soon.”

The call ended and you let out the sob you were holding in. It was going down tonight. It was gonna be tough to get through tonight but you would have to. You meant what you said about Billy needed to face the consequences of his choice. Didn’t mean it wouldn’t hurt like hell.

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You had just gotten home from the store when you turned on the TV for some background noise.

“We have breaking news.” The anchorwoman on the TV said as you began to put away your groceries. “William Russo has escaped a secure hospital facility. The alleged--” You froze upon hearing the news.

You dropped the yogurt in your hand and you rushed into the living room where a photo of him was plastered onto the screen. The voices on the TV faded away as you stared at the screen. Billy was free? How in the ever loving fuck did this happen? Secure hospital facility your ass. Your phone ringing broke through the haze.

“Hello?” You answered without checking the caller ID.

“Y/N? It’s Dinah Madani.” Madani replied.

“Madani, you’ve heard about Billy right?”

“That’s why I’m calling. He hasn’t come to see you, has he?”

“No. You should watch your back though.” You urged her.

“You do the same. He’s bound to pay one of us a visit soon. I’ll look into getting a protective detail on you as soon as I can.”

“Thanks Madani. Be safe out there.”

You hung up the phone and glanced around your apartment. The anxiety was creeping up on you. Would he be angry with you and want some sort of revenge?

How could this happen? Not even a full year ago, Billy wasn’t even supposed to survive or even wake up from his coma. Now he was well enough to escape from a fucking secure facility in less than a year?

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You paced your bedroom after packing, phone in your hand. You’d been debating if whether or not you should call Frank. After everything with Billy that night, Frank called you from the hospital. He relayed the fact that although he let Billy live, he wanted to make sure he lived with what he’d done by messing up his face. You understood that and a small part of you was relieved at the time because of your feelings for Billy. Hell, you’d even visited him a few times while he was comatose. You needed to see it for yourself. You’d even run into Madani and that’s how you both ended up talking things out. There were no ill feelings towards Dinah.

You weren’t sure if you should bother Frank with any of this. Maybe you should though. Billy was dangerous and who knows what he’d do to get Frank to come out of hiding. At least you could give Frank a heads up. And who’s to say he wouldn’t figure out what happened between you and Frank?

The first month after things had died down, Frank remained in New York and you and him had spent more time together. He was the only person who didn’t treat you any differently after you had basically become a social pariah after Billy. You two were commiserating one night about his family and Billy and then one thing led to another...honestly, that night weighed heavily on your mind. The last person you ever expected to sleep with was Frank and you were sure it was vice versa. But you definitely didn’t hate it and he expressed the same on his end. He even suggested you go with him when he left New York but part of you couldn’t just yet. He left the offer open to you whenever you were ready

Okay, focus. Frank had told you to call him if you ever needed him. Right now seemed like a pretty damn good time to do so.

You sighed, nodding your head, heading into the living room because you had better service there than in your room. You let out a gasp and stopped abruptly when you saw the figure in your living room.

“Hello, Y/N.”

That voice sent chills down your spine. It was Billy. He found you.

“Billy.” You whispered.

“It’s good to see you, beautiful.” Billy slightly smiled, taking in your features. “It’s been a while. We have a lot to talk about.”

#the punisher imagine #billy russo x reader #billy russo imagine #mentions of frank castle x reader #billy russo

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solitaria-fantasma · 4 years ago

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((Session #4 highlights, GO!))

We met a rider on the road who gave us a flyer for a nearby bazaar - which was convenient, since we were all running low on rations.

Also the DM has brand new maps and they look nICE.

There is a GIANT horse for sale and I nEED it but it’s 120 gold??? So expensive??? I only have 22 and I suck at negotiating???

I immediately ran off to baby-talk this giant horse and completely missed the thieves’ marks all over the bazaar.

Claus was similarly enthralled with this giant horse, and came over to help me negotiate for it.

I rolled a 25 to sing a spontaneous song about how much I loved this horse, and also offered the white sapphire I’d gotten in Session 1 for trade.

Claus counter-offered for me to trade my white sapphire (apparently worth 1000 gold???) for FIVE horses and ten days’ rations for ALL of us.

The DM had completely forgotten they’d given me that gem.

I am going to name this horse Ganondorf.

“My circumstances for this session - which are, in no way, bad WHATSOEVER - require you to spend some of that suspicious gold.”

Mountain is not a material Tiefling, and takes a long time to decide beside sh

“I threw a lot of money at you to see how crazy you guys would get with it, but it turns out that you’re ALL that person who hoards health potions until the credits roll ‘just in case’!”

“The cost to create a Carpet of Flying is about 17,000 gold.”

Matthias spent a lot of the fake gold that we’d found in Session 1 on potions and arrows.

Then Mountain, Matthias, and Astrid all got surrounded and ‘kindly’ asked to go to the big tent.

Udaji saw Mountain entering the tent, but didn’t think it looked suspicious, and so remained outside, fawning over her new steed, Ganondorf.

Because Udaji has terrible perception rolls, I’m left sitting there listening as the rest of the party gets threatened by the criminal underground running the bazaar for the fake gold they were seen with, and taking notes as Matthias tries to steal back the white sapphire I traded for the horses.

It’s hilarious.

“Can’t we just kill them??”

“It’s pretty cut-and dry: There is a chest, and I am going to steal it.”

“I’m strengthening my bond with Ganandorf! I need him to love me!”

“Say this water bottle is a person’s neck…”

Mountain and Matthias’ players debated for ten minutes on whether or not it would be easier to just steal the bazaar’s chest out from under the boss’ nose while being interrogated OR murder everyone, take the chest, and ride away.

“Are you trying to get your daughter to seduce the boss???”

I legit worked on fanfic while they decided. I’m not even mad. I’m just happy we got to play tonight.

We’re finally rolling initiative and I rEMEMBERED TO HIGHLIGHT MY ICON FIRST THIS TIME YEAH!!!

“Heck!” is becoming my default Vicious Mockery line.

“Alright, that’s a critical fumble, so let’s say...he tries to draw his scimitar, but throws it at his boss instead.

“Ooooohohoho, he’s fired.”

“Wait, how are we actually going to get this chest out of here?!”

Astrid and Matthias dragged the chest out of the big tent while Matthias tried desperately not to die while one v. one-ing the boss.

“I love that you guys are actually committing a robbery.”

I am slowly figuring out how spell slots and magic work.

“Udaji, kindly take four points of damage.”

“Wait - did any of you tell Astrid about the Crescent Gang? Or does she just think you’re spontaneously robbing the place?”

“If nobody told her, then she’s VERY ride-or-die for these strangers she met only a few weeks ago.”

“Stop bullying Claus!”

I tried to punch the bandit captain, but critical failed, and nearly hit Matthias.

So far we have “Ganondorf” and “Ezekiel”. Mountain, Claus, and Matthias have yet to name their horses.

“Udaji didn’t see ANY of the bandit signage, so as far as she’s concerned, we just robbed a market and kidnapped two people.”

Udaji picks at her lute strings when nervous.

We tried interrogating the two people we kidnapped and Mountain kept rolling all the high rolls.

Mountain MAY be about to make the shift to Neutral Evil omg.

“You’re gonna roll for ‘fear boner’?”

Udaji watched in abject horror as the Tiefling tried to seduce the guard he’d previously intimidated into giving him more information.

He failed.

Our second captive - an elf - accidentally set himself on fire and died while trying to burn through his ropes.

Claus and Udaji are going to have a VERY large bone to pick with the others if this potential-bandit doesn’t actually have a bounty out for him.

Meanwhile, Matthias rode back to the bazaar site to try and steal more things, and crit-failed his stealth roll.

“You snapped a twig and screamed ‘FUCK!’.”

“Ganondorf is a unit of a horse, you know?”

Claus is now my best friend. A Halfling and a Dragonborn, just straight vibing.

“You guys DO realize you stole, like, $30,000 worth of stuff, right?”

#OOC #Quarantine D&D

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golbrocklovely · 5 years ago

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twisted // colby brock - chapter one

A/N: NEW STORY!!! I’m so excited for yall to read this. It’s gonna be nothing like ‘only the lonely survive’, so I’m interested to see what you guys think. Please let me know what you think of this first chapter. I know it’s not much to go off of, but the next chapter really gets into the story, and is also 2000+ words long so its a bit of doozy lol HMU if you wanna be added to the taglist for this story so you know when it gets posted. Now, on with chapter one! :)

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trigger warning: cursing

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I don’t know where I am. But I can feel something’s coming close to me. I see I’m surrounded by black smoke. I can’t see anything but it. It feels like it’s getting closer to me. I can barely breathe with it around me.

“Angel…” I hear it whisper to me.

I try to speak, but nothing comes out. I feel tears run down my cheeks.

“You’re in danger…” It whispers to me. Louder and deeper this time.

I open my mouth, but my voice is gone.

Everything grows silent. It’s too dark to see anymore.

“WAKE UP.”

I jolted awake, breathing fast and deep. My skin was damp, a cold sweat sitting on my chest. I feel like I just ran a marathon. I sighed, grabbing my phone to check the time.

10:33 A.M.

Time to go to work…

I grabbed my camera that was sitting at the end of my nightstand. I flipped the screen up, turning the camera on.

“Hey what’s up you guys. I literally just woke up. And guess what? I had another weird dream. Third night, or day, in a row. This was different but still fucking weird. So in it-“

I was cut off by a loud bang. I sat up quickly, glancing at my bedroom door.

“Yo, what the fuck was that noise? I swear, it sounds like something’s in my kitchen right now. I live alone, so what the hell was that?” I whispered to the camera.

I slowly inched myself out of my bed. I creep over to my door, putting my hand on the door knob.

“In case I don’t make it out alive, I love you guys.” I muttered, pointing the camera to my face, nodding slightly.

I counted to three, and swung the door fast, screaming at the top of my lungs.

“What the fuck?!” Colby yelled, dropping the water bottle in his hand on the floor.

I sighed, annoyed. “Colby! Why are you in my house?”

He grabbed his chest, close to his heart. “Jesus Christ you scared the shit out of me!”

“You scared the shit out of me!” I yelled, “Why are you in my house?”

He took a deep breath, calming himself. “I was hungry.”

I rolled my eyes, pointing the camera back at me. “And this, kind viewers, is why you never give your best friend keys to your place. They’ll break in, make you think you’re gonna get murdered, and steal your food.”

He laughed, smiling widely. “I only break in because I care… about your food.”

I giggled back. “Shut the fuck up and make me breakfast.”

“Yes sir.” He smirked.

I shook my head and turned off the camera, placing it down on the counter. “Fuck you by the way.”

“What?” He exclaimed quietly.

I smacked his arm hard. “You could have given me a fucking heart attack. I thought someone broke in.”

He winced, grabbing his arm. “Why would you give me the spare key if you didn’t want me coming over whenever I wanted?”

“I gave it to you in case of emergency, not to come over to eat MY food.” I replied, grabbing cereal out of my cabinet and placing it in front of Colby.

He shrugged, grabbing it and getting a bowl. “Somehow your food always tastes better.”

“Probably because you don’t pay for it.” I mumbled, opening the fridge.

“Maybe…” He poured the cereal into his bowl, heading towards my dining room table.

“Besides, you can’t just show up whenever without giving me a heads up. What if I was walking around naked?” I took the milk from the fridge, only to have him take it from my hand.

He put his lips close against my ear, his other hand resting on my waist. “I pray for that everyday…”

He pulled away, slightly chuckling and walking back to the table. I rolled my eyes, holding back the shiver that ran through my body.

It’s way too early for this…

“Whatever. I’m gonna go take a shower.” I stated.

“Can I join?” Colby smirked, turning to me.

I smirked back. “In your dreams…”

He scoffed jokingly and turned back to his cereal. I walked to my bathroom, shutting the door quietly. I took a deep breath, trying to relax myself as I slowly slid my clothes off and started the water.

To describe mine and Colby’s relationship is… strange to say the least. How we met is less complicated though. I moved out to Los Angeles from the small, unknown town of Dorney, Arizona back in 2014. I started a youtube account shortly after, slowly gaining some popularity. Then one day, two boys moved in next door to me.

And the rest is (somewhat) history.

The boys and I have been friends for years. They are two of the only people I trust. Two of the only people that know everything about me. And I them.

But mine and Colby’s relationship has always been a bit different.

For one thing, we always flirt with each other. Which has caused a lot of ~drama~ in both our fandoms. Most fans believe we are secretly dating, but that’s not the case.

As much as I wish it was.

I’ve always had feelings for Colby. The moment I met him, I knew I was gonna love him forever. He just has that hold on me. But I could never tell him. I’ve ruined too many friendships with guys because I grew to have feelings for them, but they never did for me. I’ve kept my feelings to myself the whole time. Sam’s the only person that knows I like Colby. He kind of figured it out on his own.

He has told me before that Colby has feelings for me, but I don’t believe him. Colby is mostly straight-forward with girls, and he has never said a thing to me about his feelings. I think our relationship is best left as a friendship and nothing else.

I would hate to lose him. Or Sam. That’s my worst nightmare.

Stepping out of the shower, I wrapped my hair in a towel and dried my body off. I wrapped the towel around me and looked at myself in the slightly, fogged-up mirror. The towel fell to just underneath my butt.

Maybe I should show Colby what he’s missing.

I opened the door to my bathroom, smirking. Colby was on his phone, reading a message from someone. He looked deep in thought.

“Whatcha reading?” I asked, slowly walking up to him.

“Sam and I are setting up the next place we want to go explore and we got this message from a fan about a haunted bed-and-breakfast.” He replied, still staring at his phone.

I stood there for a moment, glaring at the back of his head.

He’s never gonna look at me, is he?

“That sounds cool. Is it just the two of you going or are the roommates heading with you guys?” I questioned, walking into my room and leaving the door open.

“Well, we wanted to bring Jake and Corey but both of them are busy this week,” He explained. “Sam was thinking if you’re not too busy, do you want to go?”

I shrugged, pulling my clothes on for the day. “Wait, where is it at?”

“Up in Washington. According to the fan that sent us the information, the bed-and-breakfast is known as one of the creepiest places in all of Washington. It was on an episode of Ghost Hunters so you know it’s somewhat legit.” He informed, his voice coming from right outside my room.

“You can come in you know.” I insisted, turning to see him standing at my door with his back to it.

His shoulders dropped as he turned around, “I thought I would be nice and not barge in while you’re getting dressed.”

“You being nice? To me? Are you starting another prank war?” I smirked, crossing my arms.

“I’m always nice to you. I just show it by eating your food.” He responded, laying down on my bed.

“And making fun of the boys I date.” I teased, sitting down next to him.

He groaned. “Hey, your last boyfriend was a dick. What was his name? Ray, Rob, R-“

“His name was Ryan, thank you very much.” I retorted.

“Anyway, are you down to go to Washington with us?”

“I don’t know…”

“Please.” He rested his head and hand against my thigh, looking up at me. He jutted out his bottom lip.

He shouldn’t be allowed to be this cute.

I smiled jokingly. “Only because I hate seeing you beg.”

He sat up quickly, beaming. “It’ll be fun. We’re gonna change things up this time and actually stay at the bed-and-breakfast for a couple days, instead of just overnight.”

“When do we leave?” I asked.

“Tomorrow.” He deadpanned.

I laughed. “Did you buy my ticket knowing I was gonna come with you?”

He paused. “Yes.”

“What if I said no?” I questioned, crossing my arms.

“I guess I would have had to kidnap you.” He shrugged and smiled.

I chuckled back. “I’m gonna ask for the key to my apartment back now.”

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#colby brock #Sam and Colby #sam golbach #colby brock x oc #colby brock story #colby brock fanfic #colby brock fanfiction #colby brock fluff #colby brock fic #twisted

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tjkiahgb · 6 years ago

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Episode Recap: 3.13, “Mount Rushmore or Less”

Remember how the last episode ended? When Jonah and Amber were making out in the park? Good, because we’re picking up from right where we left off.

The GHC react in even more shock to seeing the two kiss. Andi tells everyone to act natural, so Cyrus takes off his shoe and throws it into the lake. Buffy vetoes that idea and calls Jonah over to get answers.

Andi’s like, did she have to do that?

But, in fairness, you told everyone to act natural and confrontation is super natural for Buffy.

Jonah comes running over and they start grilling him: what happened with Libby? What’s this with Amber? Are you a two-timing son of a gun?

Jonah explains he’s not being a jerk and that Libby broke up with him a couple days ago.

They press him on already getting back together with Amber, but I don’t see a ring on his finger. Let the boy live.

Cyrus thinks it’s possible their relationship could work this time, as Amber has come a long way. Buffy thinks this means it’s only a matter of time until the Jonah cycle returns to Andi.

Andi is less than thrilled about that.

At The Spoon, Cyrus draws stuff on napkins and asks the others if it’s something.

God, it’s so weird that he would draw a picture of my mother screaming at me that I’m wasting my life.

And then following it up with a picture of my father telling me he’ll never get me a puppy because I’ll never be responsible enough for one? This is too strange!

Andi’s phone buzzes and she checks it.

Metcalf has announced Costume Day is in two days time.

We’re all in agreement Metcalf doing this on short notice is some kind of social experiment, right? Designed to drive the students to madness, yes? Okay, good.

Andi wants to know who can plan a costume in two days? I mean, other than most people, who would probably just go to the store and buy one or make something simple. You really don’t need that much time unless you’re, I don’t know, doing some kind of big, multi-person production involving sheets and face paint? But why put yourself through that?

Jonah already knows what he’s doing.

That sounds lame. Who’d even be interested in such a thing? And it’s really not going to work unless he can get Zachary Levi to come in and be the second part of that costume and there’s no way you’re getting Z-Leeves on that short of notice. He was Chuck for God’s sake. He’s got better stuff to do!

Andi suddenly realizes she already knows what they’re going to be for Costume Day: Mount Rushmore.

She notes that they already have the heads, which is really an important first step for any costume: having a head.

The gang seems less than thrilled but Andi says it’ll get them a two-page spread in the yearbook and that, more importantly, for the rest of their lives, whenever anyone asks them what their best costume was, they’ll be able to say Mount Rushmore.

I feel like she might be severely overestimating how many times people get asked that question in their lifetime. I’ve only been asked it like three or four times at various job interviews. And guess what? I also said Mount Rushmore even though I never actually did it. It’s called lying. Look into it.

Cyrus tries his picture thing one more time.

My God, it’s a vivid recreation of the time I fell into a well when I was twelve and was trapped there alone for three days. I don’t know how he’s doing this.

Buffy goes to find Marty. Marty has spent his time away changing his hairstyle and becoming an amateur rapper.

Buffy calls him on it but he says he’s talking the same way he always has, it’s just been a while and when you’re away from someone for a while, you forget they say things like “Yo!” It’s like they say, absence makes the heart forget how people talk.

Either way, Marty is glad Buffy called. Buffy explains she missed him and the fun they used to have. Marty lets her know he has a girlfriend now. Buffy says she’s happy for him.

They decide they can be friends again now that the pressure of a relationship is off the table because Marty has a girrrrlfriend.

Marty lets Buffy know, though, that she’s just a girlfriend, not a girrrlfriend, so it probably won’t last.

Over at the park, Kira shows up at the basketball courts and finds TJ. She asks him if there’s a chance she could try out for the boys’ basketball team. He tells her there’s a girls’ team now and also, honestly, there’s a whole backstory here and if I just let you onto the boys’ team, it would probably be a thing.

Cyrus shows up.

TJ introduces him to Kira, who remembers him. She’s like, you’re Buffy’s friend, right? And Cyrus is like, yeah. And then Kira gets a crazy look in her eyes.

Which Cyrus rightly reads as a reason to exit from the situation.

He and TJ head off. Kira watches them leave and responds with a look that seems to say, “I smell gayness.”

TJ asks Cyrus what he’s doing for Costume Day. Cyrus says TJ doesn’t strike him as a Costume Day kinda guy but TJ tells him he has layers.

Like an onion.

TJ pitches Cyrus on his idea. One person: dressed for summer. The other: dressed as salt. You know: somersault. Like that thing TJ taught Cyrus to do a while back that meant so much to him that he remembered it many months later and wanted to do an entire costume dedicated to it because it was a little thing that they shared. I’m fine. I’m totally fine.

They agree that TJ will be somer, Cyrus will be sault.

Meanwhile, over in another part of the park, Amber prances around in front of her camera, trying to get a good candid shot.

I feel like we’re getting a little window into everyone’s lives here. It’s a strange display.

Andi shows up. Amber complains about how hard it is to seem natural so she asks Andi to snap some shots. Andi’s like, sure, but the cost is I’m going to ask you about Jonah. Amber explains they were spending all this time together and that they realized they might like each other, again. Andi says it’s okay, that she thinks that’s nice.

Then she aims the camera at Amber’s like, midsection?

She takes some pics and she’s like, I think we got the shot.

That’s pretty impressive camera work for lazily pointing camera nowhere in particular.

Andi heads home and starts digging through Bex’s closet looking for a sheet. Bex comes running over to help but it’s too late. Andi violently throws all of Bex’s wedding invites to the floor.

I mean, I know it wasn’t on purpose, but that was way too aggressive a search Andi was doing in that closet. This was bound to happen.

Bex offers to explain. She says she was going to mail them but she couldn’t. They’re just too much. I mean, for God’s sake, they’re vellum!

Of course, it’s not the vellum, it’s what the vellum represents: that this is all happening, and soon. And that’s too much for Bex. Bowie doesn’t know yet, but Bex assures Andi she still loves him. That this panic is because of how good things have been with him and fear of change.

Bex promises to mail the invites tomorrow. Andi corrects her by saying we will mail them. I’m going to walk you to the post office and watch you do it.

Andi then uses this opportunity to say she’s going to murder Bex’s sheet by cutting a hole in it and painting it gray.

Honestly, though, she’s seen how Bex lives, she can’t possibly think doing that to a sheet of hers would really ruin it in Bex’s eyes. It’ll be back on her bed within a week.

Cyrus catches up to Buffy at school and asks her if she thinks Andi would flip if he bailed on Mount Rushmore. Buffy’s like, yep. Are we ever going to get an explanation as to why Andi is obsessed with Mount Rushmore? Has this been like, her thing going back to when they were little kids or something?

Cyrus tells Buffy he wants to do a costume with TJ. He tells her it’ll be a somersault, which is their thing. He asks her if she understands.

Buffy’s also like, “I smell gayness.” But in a positive way.

Still, she says the problem is that Costume Day is tomorrow. She then realizes she might know someone else who actively has a head and could help.

Andi runs into Amber, pacing around outside the middle school. She posted her nice pictures to InstaPic and Jonah didn’t give her a like.

God, this is, at the same time, incredibly stupid and so real. What a time to live in that this is a legit modern relationship issue.

Andi tries to tell her not to read too much into it, but that’s not happening. Amber asks Andi to have a talk with him.

So Andi heads over to Red Rooster to talk some sense into Jonah. She reminds him Costume Day is tomorrow and that he’ll thank her when their Mount Rushmore costume ends up as a four page foldout in the yearbook.

And, of course, once again in 30 years, when someone asks him what his best costume was and he has an easy answer.

She tells him about the whole Amber thing. That if she posts a picture, give it a heart. No exceptions.

And Jonah’s like, I heart most of them. And Andi’s like, no exceptions.

No. Exceptions.

Back at the school, Buffy heads over to find Marty, who’s dressed like The Rock in an adventure movie for some reason.

Buffy remarks on how it’s cool they can just talk again, then asks him for a favor. Marty’s like, what kind of favor? And Buffy’s like, I need to use your head.

At the park, Kira shows up and tells TJ she’s been looking for him.

That’s a soon-to-be-sad choice of words.

Kira tells him she has a super-simple, basketball-related idea for Costume Day. TJ tells her he already has a costume: “Somersault” with Cyrus.

Kira tries again, telling him her idea is really cool. TJ again turns her down.

Kira’s like...

“That smells pretty gay to me.”

She sarcastically wishes him good luck with that and walks off. TJ remains behind, rattled.

Andi returns home to find Bex and Bowie waiting for her.

It seems pretty clear by now that Andi rules this house like an iron-fisted Queen. They live in fear of her.

Andi says it’s been a while since she’s seen them in such an ominous tableau.

Ominous Tableau, by the way, was the name of my folk rock band in college. We were terrible. Got ran out of several open mics. They actually passed a local ordinance to prevent more than two members of the band from being in the same room at the same time after a few too many of our shows. Oh, memories.

Andi wants to know what’s up. Her parents just quietly look at the wedding invitations and Andi realizes they are not being mailed today. Or ever?

They explain that this wedding, with all its planning and details is too much, and that what they already have is perfect. There are too many expectations and Bex doesn’t want to risk it.

I gotta say, I strongly relate to not wanting to do stuff or go to a party. They’re speaking my language.

Bowie is just happy being Andi’s dad and with what they have now. He doesn’t need more.

Andi takes a second, then says okay. And Bex is like...

...did we just get away with this?

Andi says it’s their decision. She’s not feeling surprised. That really, deep down, when you think about it...

Oh?

Then what about before?! All that wedding stuff. The arguments about cake? And dresses? And centerpieces? You were just killing time?

Andi goes to gather her Mount Rushmore supplies as she’s decided she’s heading to Andi Shack to finish the costume.

Bex tries to say if she sees Celia, to not... but Andi tells her not to worry. She won’t say anything and break Celia’s heart.

And then she just walks out, leaving her parents in stunned silence.

It’s weird that Bex and Bowie’s names are on the papers when it’s actually Andi who owns the place.

Andi heads to The Spoon and runs into Amber, who thanks her for getting Jonah to like her pictures. She goes to start her shift while Jonah follows Andi outside.

He says he forgot how much he had to do with Amber.

Which is a great way to be thinking about a relationship you’re like, two days into.

He says it’s not just hearting her pictures. It’s constant texting. Constant hanging out. Constant being around her friends. She’s like a timebomb of insecurity waiting to go off.

Andi tells him that’s regular boyfriend stuff but he contends it’s a lot.

Andi, who’s very clearly over trying to fix Jonah and Amber’s relationship, tells him to just do whatever.

Or don’t do it. It’s fine either way, just make up your damn mind.

She starts to leave but stops and turns back.

She tells him he can do this like he’s about to strap himself into a rocket and launch into space. I know the risks are large, and you might not come back, but I believe in you. You can have a good relationship with Amber.

At school on Costume Day, Cyrus spots TJ, not dressed like summer.

TJ says he was going to call him but before he can explain, Kira shows up. She’s like, let’s show Cyrus the costume.

Oh, I get it. It’s funny because, in basketball, a double dribble is a violation and so is this costume.

TJ apologizes as Kira drags him away and Cyrus is left to stand there, heartbroken, and wearing a colander on his head.

The greatest of indignities.

Andi shows up with her Mount Rushmore getup and runs into Marty and Buffy. Buffy explains Marty’s there to replace Cyrus, who apparently has not warned Andi of his plans. I don’t know Andi that well, but given how much Mount Rushmore seems to mean to her, I’d have gone out of my way to make sure she knew.

Andi takes the news that Marty will be replacing Cyrus well.

It’s all okay as long as Jonah’s still in. On cue, Jonah shows up. Andi’s ready to go but Jonah says he has something to say first. He pulls her aside.

He’s thought about what she said, about doing things he wants to do and not just doing stuff because people want him to do it. Long story short, he doesn’t want to be in Mount Rushmore.

Andi takes this well, too.

“...MOM?”

“Huh? I’m not your mom.”

“Right. Sorry, I’m working through a lot of stuff.”

Andi says she was counting on him. Jonah says she told him he should decide what he wants to do. Andi’s like, I meant with Amber, not me!

She yells “wrong lesson” at him the way you might say “Bad dog!”

Jonah apologizes and walks off.

Let me just stop for a second here and point something out. I’m not going to make a whole post to “Pink Backpack” this, but this is the same area Pink Backpack took place and there are some strange things going on in this scene with the kids.

Exhibit #1: Gorilla Kid and Dinosaur Kid.

Exhibit #2: Pharaoh Kid.

And, the worst one of all, Exhibit #3: Hot Dog Kid.

These kids are walking in circles. They’re teleporting(?). And I know, in my heart, this is somehow all Metcalf’s fault.

Anyway, Andi walks with Marty and Buffy and says this...

I can’t believe there’s this whole story here where Andi has been dreaming of doing a Mount Rushmore costume for years and is constantly having those dreams dashed. What a weird fixation.

They spot Cyrus being a sad little salt shaker.

The mime behind him is trapped in the box that is heteronormativity. Don’t test me. I’ve written college papers on flimsier.

They tell him Jonah won’t be in Mount Rushmore and re-recruit him into it.

Marty figures out what he’s dressed as.

Listen, I know it’s the principle of the matter, TJ bailing on him and all, but Cyrus shouldn’t be ashamed of the costume. It’s not bad as is. I see a lot of people dressed up as food -- a pizza, a pineapple, and of course, hot dog.

And look at this kid.

What is he, an easel? Terrible. At least you’re not him.

Anyway, Cyrus agrees to join Mount Rushmore.

Can we be honest for a second? It’s a fine costume. It was never going to be a two-page spread in the yearbook. The only one they bothered to even make look like one of the presidents is Marty (who’s killing it, by the way). The rest of them just look like faces in holes. I mean, compare it to the real thing:

It’s preposterous. Two pages?! Delusional! Best they were ever going to get was a decent sized shot on the “Costume Day” collage page.

The episode ends with them sadly getting their photo taken.

Relationships tested. People torn apart. Chaos.

Sounds like another successful Metcalf experiment.

#Andi Mack #Cyrus Goodman #Buffy Driscoll #Jonah Beck #TJ Kippen #Amber #Marty #Kira #Bex Mack #Bowie Quinn #Andi #episode recaps

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reddielibrary · 6 years ago

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Til Death My Love

prompt: Murder Mystery AU

written by: Shannon | @richiefuckfacetozier

Art by @slashpalooza

word count: 2,319

*click title to read on AO3

Characters:

Butler Richworth - Richie

Mrs. White - Patty

Miss Scarlet - Audra

Mrs. Beaver - Beverly

Professor Plum - Mike

Colonel Bird - Stanley

Mr. Spaghetti - Eddie

Revered Hay - Ben

Mr. Boddy - Bill

Richworth heard the door ring and he was off to collect the last member of the night. There were to be 7 guests for Mr. Bill Boddy’s feast. He opened the wooden door to reveal a short, brown-haired man, “Mr. Spaghetti.” he greeted with a slight bow.

“Richie...I mean Richworth.”

Richworth took a moment to admire the blue suit Mr. Spaghetti wore, he looked uncomfortable in the outfit even though it fit him perfectly. There was a pink colored pocket square that Richworth plucked out quickly. “Hey!” Mr. Spaghetti reached for the small cloth. Richworth grabbed his wrist to bring it toward his mouth for a chaste kiss. He glanced up at the red face of Mr. Spaghetti, who gulped visibly as his mouth parted a little.

Richworth let go and straightened up, “The other guests are already here and in the dining room.” Richworth led the way toward the decorative room. There were plates, silverware, and glasses set up for a 3-course meal. A meal they would never get to enjoy.

“Why are we all here?” Miss Scarlet said in frustration to Richworth the second they entered the room. “Some of us have jobs you know.”

“What job would you have that involves working evenings?” asked Colonel Bird.

Mrs. White leaned toward the Colonel, “I think we can all guess exactly what kind of job she has.”

A look of pure loathing flashed across the beautiful face of Miss Scarlet. She flipped her red hair dramatically, “At least I have a job, better than being a widow with several husbands, who all seemed to mysteriously kick the bucket.”

Mrs. White stood up, “I will not sit here and be insulted by some harlot!”

“Oh sit down and shut up for god’s sake.” Mrs. Beaver took a long drag of her cigarette and blew out smoke rings. Her short straight red bob was in complete contrast to Miss Scarlet’s long curly hair. Freckles scattered around her skin like dust, more than one person in the room considered how they practically represent the souls of past victims who’ve crossed her. “You are disrupting my calming aura.”

“Don’t disrupt the aura,” said Professor Plum in his low voice. He wore a green tweed suit that accented his dark skin perfectly. His brown eyes were trained on the red wine sloshing around in his glass. “Wouldn’t want to upset that.”

Mrs. Beaver glanced across the table at him. The red pointy glasses she wore were on the tip of her nose so her eyes focused on him unnervingly. “If you have something to say, then say it, Professor Plum.”

“There’s no real science behind aura’s and you know it.” He stated, swishing his red wine and sipping it. “You bring your own positive or negative energy. No one is controlling it for you.”

She opened her mouth to argue just as Richworth rang a mini gong. The sound vibrated through the room quieting the group instantly.

“Now that we have gathered, Mr. Boddy would like to greet you all.” A smile spread over his face like he knew something they didn’t, which in all likelihood he knew everything they didn’t.

A man with slicked-back dark red hair entered the room. Everyone let out some noise of anger, surprise, or horror. There stood Mr. Bill Boddy wearing a designer suit and holding a briefcase attached to his arm with handcuffs.

“You!” Miss Scarlet rose to her feet. “Why are we here?!”

“All will be explained, me dear,” Bill said in a quiet firmness. “For now, please sit.”

She stood her ground a moment longer before the calming touch of Reverend Hay was placed on her elbow. Miss Scarlet looked at him and without saying a word, she sat back down. He patted her hand lightly then returned it to his lap.

“Richworth, please tell our guests why they are here.” said Mr. Boddy, taking a seat at the head of the table.

Richworth started at the head and slowly walked around as he said, “Reverend Hay, Miss Scarlet, Professor Plum…” He continued to the other side of the table, “Miss White, Colonel Bird, Mrs. Beaver, and Mr. Spaghetti.”

Richworth stopped beside Mr. Spaghetti placing a hand on his shoulder. The man stiffened in surprise then calmed down. “As you all know, Mr. Boddy here has been blackmailing each of you for months.” This news was met with tight lips, glares, and a bitter smirk from Mrs. Beaver. “In his briefcase is all the evidence on each of you, the only copies of the evidence. Mr. Boddy plans on giving these over to the police which could incriminate everyone seated at this table. IF you don’t do exactly as he tells you…” Richworth took a pause here, then removed his hand from Mr. Spaghetti, “Or you can reach under your chairs…”

Bill Boddy glanced at Richworth, “What is the meaning of this?” All the guests started reaching under their chairs and pulling out different weapons - knife, gun, wrench, rope, candlestick, lead pipe, metal trophy.

“Everyone has a weapon capable of killing Mr. Bill Boddy. Now's your chance to take back your lives.” At these words, the lights went out. The sound of weapons being dropped or thrown, a gunshot noise, a thud, then nothing.

The lights flickered back on and there was Bill Boddy’s body limp on the ground. Miss Scarlett let out a scream.

Richie bent down to check his pulse, then slowly rose. “One of you is the killer,” Richie pointed to the body of Bill as he looked out toward the sea of guilty suspects. “I suggest you figure it out because I called the police earlier.”

“You what?!” Mrs. White screeched.

“How dare you! What exactly do you do?” Professor Plum accused.

“I am the butler,” Richworth replied lazily, “I buttle if you will.”

“Why…” Mr. Spaghtti asked weakly, eyes trained on the body. “Why would you give us weapons then call the police?”

“Because I wanted him dead and knew you all would get the job done. Now, how shall we figure this out folks?”

-40 minutes later -

“Come on, Mr. Spaghetti! They are coming for us!” Richie gripped his hand. Their feet were loud on the wooden floors as they ran down the hallway together.

“Richie wait!” Eddie wheezed uncomfortably. “I can’t run.”

Without letting go but slowing down significantly he said, “I’m not Richie, I’m Richworth your secret lover and accomplice.”

“No seriously, Richie, I can’t fucking breathe.” He let go and they both stopped. Richie placed his hands on Eddie’s shoulders. “You ok Mr. Spaghetti?”

“I hate that Bill…” he took a deep breath, “Gave me Mr. Spaghett in his murder mystery.”

Richie laughed, “At least your name isn’t a play on your father’s: Richworth...Wentworth...kill me. There’s a reason dad didn’t want me to be junior. Terrible name.” He stared at Eddie with unease. “Didn’t mean to overwork you.”

Eddie waved a hand dismissively, “Don’t worry. It’s been super fun tonight. I didn’t think I’d be quiet about being the murderer for as long as I did. But of course, you got it out of me.”

“My card said I’d assist the murderer but didn’t tell me who it was just that I had to protect my love who was being blackmailed, who would be wearing a pink handkerchief.” Richie looked around as he heard the noise of people coming after them. “Quick! Hide!”

“We need to get back to the dining room. They won’t expect us to go back to the scene of the crime.” Eddie suggested still clutching his chest.”

“They think I’m the killer, I should just sacrifice myself.” He said in complete seriousness. This was a game but Eddie had no doubt Richie would do this in a real situation.

Eddie launched himself at Richie and kissed him fiercely. They were like lovers who truly had killed someone together, this was the last kiss before they were separated for life. Richie pushed him up against the door off the side of the hallway. He reached behind Eddie and opened the door, they stumbled into the small closet. Their mouths barely parting, deepening with each uncertain moment.

Eddie’s hands went down Richie’s chest, feeling the silkiness of the rented butler suit. He smirked into the kiss laughing a little.

Richie broke the kiss asking, “What are you laughing at spaghetti head?”

“I buttle if you will. I think the whole room was two seconds away from bursting into laughter when you said that. This group has never had to be so serious for so long.”

“The roleplay has been the best part.”

“You are so natural. Bev too, I was legit scared of her at the dinner table.”

“DID ANYONE SEE WHERE RICHWORTH WENT?!” Came the yell of Mike.

They both held their breaths and remained completely still. Eddie’s heart was beating frantically. If the others found them, they would know they were working together. That couldn't happen.

Footsteps stopped right outside the door. “We should just keep running down the hall then start checking rooms." Came Patty's voice. "He has to be here somewhere.”

“Maybe Eddie tricked him into following him like he said he would.” Beverly suggested. At this Richie’s body tensed and he looked down. Eddie shook his head, eyes meeting steadily and mouthed ‘I tricked them’. Richie hugged him closer.

“Well,” Stanley’s annoyed and out of breath voice broke through, “Let’s go onward then.” Their footsteps trampled down the hallway, allowing Richie and Eddie to relax.

“I’m playing double agent my dear Richworth.” he said pleadingly, flowing back into character. “I would never betray you.”

“I know my love,” Richie bent his head to kiss Eddie chastely. “Let’s go.”

The two held hands as they quietly hurried in the opposite direction of their pursuers. They took the steps of the stairs two at a time and ran toward the dining room. When they entered the room, Bill was sitting in a chair smiling at them excitedly.

“How’s the dead life, Billy?” Richie asked with a smirk. He raised his hand and zipped his lip. “Oh right, once you’re dead you can no longer talk. Right, Mr. Spaghetti?” There was no answer. “Eddie?”

Richie turned around to see Ben holding a knife to Eddie’s throat. “Reverend Hay...put down the knife.”

“You two were in it together.” Ben said in a shaky voice.

“Not very godly of you to kill a man.” Richie stepped forward. Ben brought the knife closer to Eddie’s throat. “Put it down.”

“No! WE ARE IN THE DINING ROOM!” Ben screamed. “They are going to come and you two will be taken into custody.”

“I can’t let that happen.”

“Richworth,” Eddie shook his head. “Go, while you can.”

Richie’s eyes stayed trained on the knife. “I’m not leaving you.” His eyes flickered to the gun still on the table. “Til death my love.” He picked up the gun and aimed it at Ben’s head. “Lay down the knife.”

Ben let go of Eddie, who immediately ran behind Richie.

“You wouldn’t kill a man of god.” Ben sobbed.

“I’m an atheist.” Richie pulled the trigger, the noise of a gun went off and Ben hit the ground dramatically.

Richie stared at his body for a minute before Eddie took the gun from him. “You were so brave,” he whispered laying a kiss on his lips slowly. “I can’t believe you killed for me.”

“I would do anything for you.” Richie responded leaning down to kiss him longer.

“I know you would.” Eddie took a step back a slow smile forming on his face. Except there was nothing sweet about it, the grin was a victorious one.

“Mr. Spaghetti?”

“Til death my love.” Eddie raised his arm and pulled the trigger. Richie fell to the ground.

The rest of the group entered the room, gasping and yelling.

“Richworth killed the Revered and Mr. Boddy. The murder is dead.” Eddie said to the room. Everyone cheered and hugged each other.

“And that’s the end of the game!” Bill said excitedly.

Richie rose from the ground quickly. “You little bastard! You lied to me!”

Eddie began to laugh, his laughter filled the room.

“What are you talking about Rich?” Beverly asked in confusion.

He frowned at the still giggling man, “Eddie was the fucking killer! He played triple agent!”

“That’s what my card said to DO! I had to trick you and kill you in order to win!”

“I was supposed to protect you from all weapons...oh my god. Damn it, Bill.” Richie turned on him. “Couldn’t have given me a little more of a tip there?”

“You let your guard down.” Bill shrugged. “But holy shit the final showdown was awesome.”

“I wish we could’ve seen it!” Audra went over to Bill and kissed his cheek. “Great writing hun.”

“Can we please do this every weekend?” said Patty with excitement.

“I couldn’t handle this every weekend. Far too stressful” Stanley groaned. “Maybe in a couple months.”

“Such a grump.” Patty poked his stomach playfully.

“Does that mean we all lost?!” Mike asked in annoyance. “Since our objective was to figure out the murderer.”

Bill grinned. “Correct. You are all a bunch of losers. Except for Eddie!”

“What else is new,” Ben grumbled. “Richie fucking killed me. I’ll never forgive you, man.”

“Awww,” Beverly went over to Ben and gave him a hug. “Poor baby.” She teased as the room laughed.

“Well,” Eddie nodded toward the door. “Shall we go check out this giant house we rented for the weekend?” The group agreed and left the room.

“Can’t believe you killed me,” Richie complained. “You got to be such a badass.”

Eddie laughed, “I’m always a badass.”

#reddie #reddielibrary #prompt fill #writing team #halloween event

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silence-burns · 6 years ago

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Partnership //part 2

Fandom: Bright (2016)

Summary: “Imagine being forced to work with Kandomere and Montehugh.” by @thefandomimagine

The men seemed very pleased with themselves, having you bent to their will. From the moment they walked into the room, you knew your day was already ruined, but now you were certain it had no way of getting any better.

“So. Are you at least going to free me of these, now that you have me on a leash?” you shook your handcuffs loudly with resignation.

“So ready to run away?” Montehugh laughed, making your blood boil once again. But at least he fished the keys from his pocket.

“You know what, I'm done talking to you, pawn. You,” you faced Kandomere. “Why exactly am I needed? Can't you just wave them a nice legit warrant and arrest whoever you need? Like me,” you added out of viciousness.

“Orcs wouldn't let us get close enough to arrest LaCruz. He'd be gone in the wind the moment they sensed we're from the MTF,” he explained in an icy cold tone, not pleased with your direct manner of talking.

“Yeah, I can see that,” you eyed his overly expensive three-piece suit and silver gorget on his chest. “Blending in is clearly not one of your virtues.”

“Do you have a problem?” he raised a perfectly shaped eyebrow.

“I'm not the one blackmailing people to have work done for you.”

“Alright, kids, I think that's enough.” To your surprise, Montehugh cut into the rising storm with an ease that suggested it wasn't uncommon for him to do so right in front of his boss. That was such a bizarre thing to see, especially since the Elf, who obviously outranked him, let him do so without a flinch.

You massaged your wrists defensively. “So now what?”

“Now we go to Crusette and you get us in.”

“Hahaha. Amazing joke. Sounds almost as if you didn't know you'd end up ripped to pieces the moment security layed their eyes on you. Especially you,” you poked to Kandomere, completely absorbed in emitting a dark, gloomy aura of disapproval. “They are Orcs, what do you expect me to do? Smuggle you in my jacket?”

“You must have an established contact,” Kandomere lurked behind Montehugh.

“Just because I know a guy or two in there, it doesn't mean they won't shoot you on sight. What do you expect as an Elf? You know full well how your kind treats them on every occasion you get.”

Kandomere paled, a muscle in his jaw pulled. “I will not accept those accusations in my presence. Each Orc's case is reviewed and double checked just like any other race. Equality law is never broken-”

“Law this and law that. Walk through the streets some day and see for yourself what you're trying to talk about. And I mean normal streets, outside the Elven District.”

“Let's just put this aside for a moment, we're kinda running out of time,” Montehugh broke into the argument, but this time you could see he was more on your side. Of course, he'd never admit it in front of his boss, but he must have known how shortsighted and naive he was. Even humans weren't treated equally in MTF.

Kandomere nodded sharply, pulling himself together after that outburst. His professional face was back.

“We still need to talk to LaCruz,” Kandomere reminded you coldly.

You ran your hands through your hair, already feeling the migraine coming.

“I can try to talk to his security, ask where I can get to him. I could lie - say I have some business that may interest him enough to meet me.”

Montehugh growled with approval.

“But I'd need cash,” you quickly added. “I need something to convince them to turn their backs to their boss. It's Clan Law after all.”

“Sure, I'm totally gonna give you a stash of cash and let you go anywhere you want on your own.”

“Monty, it's business. Orcs don't get the cash, Orcs don't let you meet LaCruz.”

Even though you were talking with the man, it was Kandomere who closed his eyes and looked like he was trying to calm down and not murder you on the spot.

“It can be arranged,” he finally muttered through gritted teeth.

You clapped your hands. “Perfect. Now I need to check out a few places and-”

“We're going with you,” the Elf cut your hopes quickly.

It was your turn to regain your attitude.

“Listen to me, officer. I'm really tired right now, so I'll make it short - if the Orcs see me anywhere near your Elvish ass, we will both be killed.”

“But I can go,” Montehugh pointed out.

“You smell like a cop. I go, you can just stay in the car and watch me talk to my ‘contact’.”

“Of course, we will sit and watch as you tell them there are feds on their street,” Kandomere let out a dry, unpleasant laugh. He stood up and moved to the door. ”That's enough, we're going there now.”

Before you could protest, you were pushed away from the table and after the Elf. Montehugh looked like he wouldn't be able to run through the corridor, but he certainly had a strong grip. You had no hopes of escaping him.

Officers working at the precinct saluted the men, standing straight as on a parade. No one wanted trouble with a moody Elf, especially one from MTF.

You welcomed the familiar scent of cold air and car fumes and oil. Anything was better than that room.

Montehugh pushed you into the backseat of a car screaming ‘expensive’ from every shiny corner. At least you weren't handcuffed again.

“Before I die, can I at least get one last meal?”

“No.” Kandomere started the car.

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bedtimestories89 · 6 years ago

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Partners in Crime Chapter 1 Meeting Her

A/N: So.... I decided to make this a full blown story. I hope you like it. It’s basically about these 2 women who meet each other and are each other’s half but they don’t realize it. Yeah so.... Feedback is welcomed.

WARNINGS: Mentions of attempted rape, IF THIS TRIGGERS YOU PLS IGNORE. thank you

(creds to owner)

I felt my breath hitch, seeing the owner of one of the biggest mansions I’ve seen thus far. The tall, seemingly young man walk into the Lamborghini and drove away. Let me introduce myself; I’m Violet Michaelson; small time robber. Hey, don’t think like I’m evil. I’m not doing this for greed, I’m stealing from the rich so I can survive. I know I’m going to stop at some point and actually make some legit money, but as of right now… This is what I have to do. I was wearing all black, hiding within the shadows. I started to look around, carefully looking through the windows and I noticed that no one was home. Carefully unlocking the window, I stealthy broke into the home. I try to not break anything; one because the more I break, the more clumsier I get, two might trigger an alarm, three I’m only here for money, nothing more, nothing less. I found the safe pretty easily, but the safe was a little complicated to open. I sighed.

“Well… Nothing more to do than try to break it,” I checked the plan I made; where I gathered data, watching the millionaire for days prior.

“Okay, I still have 3 hours before he comes back,” I thought as I went back into the safe. A sweat drop dripped from my face, from being so frustrated. 2 hours went by and I still didn’t crack it. I soon heard a break of the window. A small gasp left my lips. Quickly hiding behind a desk, I took out my gun and slowed my breathing, listening to the light footsteps that entered the room.

“Ah ha! Found ya,” A girl’s voice was let out.

“This should be easy to open,” She said before bending down to the safe. Under 10 minutes later, she cracked the safe, seeing the 1.2 million dollars.

“Beautiful-,” She started before I sneakily pointed the gun to the back of her head.

“This is my hit,” I said, my voice threatening low. She only chuckled, “I did the work,”

“I was here first. Get out, and I won’t have to kill you,” I threatened. She stood, shrugging her shoulders and she turned. Fuck, she was beautiful. She had a short comb over hairstyle, beautiful brown eyes like honey. She was a little on the chubbier side, but still absolutely gorgeous. She had a smirk on her face.

“Oh trust me, you wouldn’t want to,” She walked slowly towards me, swaying her hips from side to side. She had an innocent smile on her face. I started to get a looser grip and I glared at her.

“Or what?” I asked and she got close enough to take the gun away, gently grazing her hand on my cheek.

“I’d have to break that cute face of yours,” Her innocent face soon changed into a smirk as she then pointed the gun to me.

“This is my hit. Now if you leave me right now, you’d leave with everything in tact,” She threatened and I grunted in frustration.

“You see sweetheart, I can’t do that,” I said, quickly dodging the gun that was in front of me and kicked her legs, making her fall and loose grip of the gun in her hand. She yelped before I got control of my gun once more, pointing to the now fallen girl on the ground. The girl looked scared at first but she then breaks a smile, getting up with a cute smile.

“I like you, what’s your name?” She suddenly asked me and this took me back. The barrel of the gun was pointed at her; I could have killed her right now, but she smiles at me.

“Heeello? Can you hear me?” She said, jokingly placing her hands on her hips.

“I could kill you right now, how are you so calm?” I asked, and her smile grew.

“If you wanted to kill me, you would’ve done it already,” She said shrugging. My eyes widened slightly but a smirk grew on my lips.

“True-,” I started but a door was heard opening and closing. I looked back and I pushed her to the side, grabbing all the money I could and bailed. She called behind me.

“HOLD ON!” She ran after me just in time the alarms sounded off. I got into my car that was two blocks away.

“Girl, be happy I didn’t murder you for messing with my hit,” I said and she pouted at me. Jesus Christ, she is so cute.

“At least give me your name!” She said and I heard the sirens and I groaned.

“Jump in before you become the reason I go to jail and I’ll kill you for real,” I said and she quickly jumped into my car, a small yay erupting from her as I quickly drove off.

“So, are you going to tell me your name?” She asked as we got into a backroad. I sighed, contemplating if I should tell her my real name.

“Abby,” I lied, she’d become a liability if she stays.

“Bullshit,” She called me out and my eyes widen, scoffing.

“What so if there’s a name you don’t like it’s bullshit?” I asked and she shook her head.

“No, but I’ve seen you before, Violet,” She said, her voice dropping low. I slammed on the breaks, making her jerk into the seat.

“How do you know my name?” I asked as I pulled the gun on her again and she raised her hands up.

“Woah woah chill! You’re around town in wanted papers. I just wanted to know if you were going to lie to me or not,” She said and my breath hitched once again.

“If you are going to kill me, at least let me tell you my name,” She said, this time rather quickly. She’s nervous.

“Fine, what’s your name?” I asked and she looked at me.

“Ariel, people call me Ari for short,” Ariel responded and I looked at her as she looked at me. Her eyes were pleading to me and I groaned, placing the gun down.

“I can’t kill someone. I can’t bring myself to it,” I said.

“So get out. This is as far as I’m letting you go with me,” I finished and she looked at me. She stayed for a moment and Ariel grabbed the handle and stepped outside of the car.

“Goodbye, Ariel,” I said and suddenly stopped me.

“Wait wait, we’re out in the middle of nowhere. Can you at least drop me off at the nearest town? Please it’s really cold,” She pleaded and I sighed.

“Alright, but that’s it. After the drop off we’re never seeing each other again,” I said coldly and she nodded. We drove in silence. The next town was 2 hours away from my GPS location.

She looked at me multiple times during our ride, causing me to smirk.

“Listen I know I’m hot okay,” I said, chuckling and she chuckled.

“Well duh. You are way hotter than I thought you’d be,” Ariel said and I chuckled.

“Kiss ass,” I muttered as she faked offence.

“How dare you! I’m just trying not to die here!” She said overly dramatic, making the both of us laugh. It soon went silent once more until we hit the town.

“Well… Thanks for the ride. Also,” She started, taking out her wallet, “This ain’t much but this is gas money cause we went far,” She finished and it made me take back a little.

“Damn, my first ever stripper money, mother would be so proud,” I said dramatically and she laughed softly. I saw her leave the car and I don’t know why, but I felt oddly empty. I hesitated before I started to drive away slowly. Ariel raised her hand slowly, waving before walking away. I looked at the clock, 2 am, it read. I parked at an alleyway, turning the car off and trying to fall asleep inside of the car. I ended up not falling asleep that night, and I sighed, tossing and turning in my car. I sat up and turned the car back on. Placing on a hat and a scarf, I thank God for it being cold. I drove to a 7-11 shop, parking my car away from the cameras. I walked in for a coffee and the lady at the counter was sweet.

“That would be $2.11 ma’am,” She said, a sweet smile on her face.

“Okay,” I said, taking out 5 dollars, “Keep the change,” I left the store, walking down the street to my car till I heard a familiar voice.

“Get off of me!” The voice yelled and I shrugged it off.

“Someone! Please help me!” I just got into my car and started to drive, ironically to the source of the yell. My eyes widened to what I saw. A taller, buffer man was pinning a girl to the wall, grabbing different areas from her body. My mind brought me back two years ago, my heart racing fast and I couldn’t have control of my body. I saw my legs get out of the car, running fast. My fist was tight, knuckles white as I screamed.

“Get the fuck off of her!” I yelled, his face connecting with my fist. He got pushed back, his grip dropping the girl as she was crying. I grabbed his collar, kneeing his stomach as he grunted, falling to the ground. I went on top, punching him countless times, feeling the blood trickle on my fists as the girl pulled me back.

“Okay, okay! He’s done!” She said, crying softly. I breathed heavy as I looked back. As my anger subdued I looked at her for the first time.

“Ariel?”

#SUPERNATURAL AU #marvel #random #sorry #iknowthisisntnoneofthesefandoms #Ijustwantmystorytobeheard #dc

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sh-dafugup · 7 years ago

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a year ago last week i started that manager job (that i quit in october) so i’ve been reminiscing.

recovered memories from my previous job for when the one i have now feels like the worst thing in the world:

*i made thirty 911 calls in six months

*PARENTS LETTING THEIR KIDS HAVE BABY-POWDER FIGHTS, parents teaching their kids to shoplift, parents teaching their kids how to properly curse out and threaten employees for asking them to not ride carts through the store

*throwing out $100 in stolen half-eaten food a night (mostly vienna sausages and coconut water)

*professional pan-handlers chasing customers through the parking lot asking for specific amounts of money, professional shoplifters filling up backpacks with whatever they could and meeting their boss across the street to empty out and get paid,

*a cashier overdosed twice in two weeks while on the clock,

*another cashier who gave me some kind of antibiotic-resistant virus that lasted six weeks (who also let her toddler go with pink eye for so long her eyes crusted shut) brought in her boyfriends to shoplift during her shifts. She stole thousands of dollars from the registers and the safe (inside heist before i started working there that was never solved) over the course of two years. She was filmed by a customer stealing money from another customer by ringing up a sale and voiding it without opening the register after the first customer left. and she started stalking me when she found out the vigilant customer came to me with the video of her stealing and that i'd reported it and opened an investigation. I had to beg my boss to fire her even after he saw the video. when we met and i was introduced as her new manager, she asked me if i liked to party and said she "used to smoke crack" but she promised she "didn't anymore."

*a homeless man from the tent city behind the shopping center tried to murder another homeless man by the dumpsters behind our store by beating his head in with a pipe.

*the mafia landlord threatened me because i wouldn't let him shop after hours, his girlfriend filled her purse with whatever she felt like on a regular basis and corporate told me to back off when i reported it. i was told "just because i felt threatened doesn't mean I was".

uhhhh...

*being threatened by customers on a daily basis for refusing to process returns with fake or outdated receipts for $1 brooms, being threatened by customers for not breaking hundred dollar bills on sunday afternoons for one-dollar sales, being threatened by customers for not having more than one register open at 6 on a monday night (guy told me he was gonna take me outside and show me what customer service really meant), being threatened by customers for making closing announcements.

a man who ran a popular Dominican nightclub across the street came in at five minutes to closing on Cinco de Mayo, asked what colors were on the Mexican flag and asked for 50 helium balloons in each color. He got flustered and left when he realized it would take more than five minutes to inflate 150 mylar balloons. none of us understood why he was trying to capitalize on a holiday Dominicans don't celebrate but it moves booze and he figured it was worth a shot.

a cashier got fired for stealing money and merchandise and under-ringing hundreds of dollars of food for her friends. she came back to shop all the time. last time i saw her she tried to steal frozen pork chops but got nervous and left them by the doors when she thought we weren't distracted enough. she went to a hiring event at another value store up the road owned by our company, but she was turned away because they had her arrested a few weeks prior for retail theft.

one time we had about ten to fifteen associates come visit from other stores for a special merchandising remodel and they were all from stores in nicer areas where people are normal. none of them understood why we didn't have the doors propped open for our customers that morning. even the district manager at the time tried to warn them that it was a bad idea, but the visitors insisted it would be more welcoming to the neighborhood. we were robbed three times before noon. twice by the same guy. he liked to fill shopping carts with socks and just run for it.

uhhh....

the freezers breaking three times in one week and losing $4K in food, having to receive DC trucks until the day of a special mid-year inventory (red flag store) because my DM was the antichrist and refused to delay the trucks, and then receiving two more full trailers the next day cause another store in the district had a fire and they gifted us their shipments

i had to lock myself in the back office to get away from a screaming middle-aged white woman who was insistent that i was lying about the restaurant next to us having a public bathroom because we weren't allowed to let the public in our stock room to use the barely operational employee bathroom.

the shopping center supposedly being built on legit-i-shit-you-not INDIAN BURIAL GROUND and there being some kind of demonic force or presence in our storage basement that gave people what i can only describe as a sense of dread and violent mood swings from moments after entering the store until they left. it was kind of like a SHINING experience crossed with what happened to the dad in the original Amityville Horror. outside the store, people were completely different, like the moment they went outside the rage stopped. and sometimes homeless people would sneak in the basement and live there for a while. and the basement was full of chiggers and dust mites and bed bugs. any time we had to bring fixtures or seasonal pack-away's up we had to tape our clothes around our ankles and wrists.

one day someone hit a transformer so the entire south end of town had a blackout and when i closed the store until the power came back, one elderly customer refused to leave and stood around for an entire hour until he could make his purchase. GREATEST GENERATION, MY ASS. others outside ignored the fact that the restaurants, nail salon, grocery store and urgent care center had evacuated and tried to forcibly enter my store while cursing at me for locking the doors in the dark. our system stayed offline for hours after that and every sale we made wasn't entered in the system until we realized our registers were showing hundreds of dollars in "excess" cash. while we were on the phone with the help desk getting it sorted out, two people didn't show up for their shifts and another (the one with the needle habit) showed up early and overdosed behind the register in front of a nurse from the UC next door just trying to buy a soda on her lunch break.

and one time a Puerto Rican cashier made a remark about her neighbors playing Dominican music in the middle of the night in front of a Dominican customer and they physically fought while while the Dominican customer announced to the entire store in Spanish to any Dominicans in there that we were discriminating against them and that they should all get together and "do something about it." I had to call the cops to break up the fight. no citations issued, i just had the cops tell her she was banned for life.

this one time one of my cashiers attempted to physically discipline a customer who threatened one of my managers when she'd said something to the customer about their kid running around and screaming and throwing things. cops had to break that one up too.

oh and one day i went in on a mid-to-close shift and the bank next door had closed down in response to "OUR" bank down the street being robbed so we couldn't run our deposit or get change from anywhere in the area. and the opening manager who told me so also casually mentioned that a delivery driver told her that morning that the power box on the back of the building had been hit by a truck "or something" and that electricians would be by to look at it later in the day. when they showed up, it HAD been hit with something and I was told un-regulated power was pouring into the building, that it was a fire hazard, but power and light wouldn't be able to fix it for approximately two weeks. corporate insisted we stay open for business--they said a chance of an explosion didn't mean it necessarily would. when the electricians took the door off the box to check out the guts inside, they mentioned that the wires leading into the building looked out of regulation but were interrupted by a swarm of live hornets nesting in the meter box that poured out into their faces.

our phone line was split with someone else's in town so sometimes our store phone just didn't work. calls would cut out, we'd hear other people talking on the line. most of the 911 calls i made went like, "what's the number there at the store?" "oh, i'm calling from my personal cell, our phone is out of service." we never had it fixed.

human resources tried to fire me because an associate said i was cursing in the employee bathroom after a customer chewed me out for something trivial. I handed her my keys and walked out. I was the fifth person to hold that position in two years. at least two other people have had it since I left seven months ago.

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