#ill try its like second nature to apologize for every minor inconvenience

[theh3rminator]

Thank you, Scarri. I truly think you might have been the only person I could reasonably talk about this with.

I get too guilty to discuss it with Normal. And Im not exactly sure Taylor would understand.

Im.. Im glad I came to Earth with you. It’s let me mature, i think. That and I didn’t have much going for me before the inciting events of the dance (other than trying to snag the mascot suit, but thats come to fruition)

Ive made it out of hell after a mediocre conversation with my father (went better than expected, however)

Im currently in the goofs realm while I recharge (mostly mentally, but physically as well.) but Ill rendezvous with you all shortly.

( @the-boss-kicks @tayler-swift @scarrinotspooky @teenytheteentheteen )

[lesbian-and-alone]

I had a Villainous dream last night

And this is the Fanfiction based on that dream. Enjoy!

It started with a large, haunting mansion in the countryside. It was far out in the country, and the house only had one neighbor.

Soon a scientist (aka Flug before the paper bag) moved into the mansion so he would have more room for his inventions. He didn't necessarily like the neighbors, they were just loud and partied a lot with there out of town friends. They didn't seem like the type of people who could afford the place.

Once Flug was moved in, strange things started to happen. He would see demonic shadows, things would move, bluprits shreaded. He knew it wasn't natural. But, so far, all of these seemed to just be minor inconveniences. Well except the blueprints. He memorized them and could remake them easily, but that pissed him off.

The reason Flug never tried to leave was that the entity fascinated him. But Flug made a rule. In the long red corridor, on the opposite side of the house on the third floor, there was an iron door. Flug explored every inch of the house, except there. Every time he ever went near there, he would be clawed and attacked by invisible forces. Preventing him from getting closer. That must have been the creatures layer, so he stayed away.

After a while, he started sitting on his balcony to think. The countryside was lovely, and Flug had to admit. His neighbors could be amusing sometimes. He would. Normally see them partying and celebrating near the pool, or inside, enjoying a barbeque. It was almost always the same 4 sets of cars full of people at the party. Most of the cars were trash, but most were. fancier. They all seemed to have fun and get along. And Flug thought it was amusing to watch their shenanigans every once and a while. It was better than the chanles he had on TV.

One day. 5 more cars pulled in, late to the party. They were nice black cars with tinted windows. Flug didn't recognize anyone who got out of the cars. Most of them were wearing tank tops and jeans, some had tea shirts and sweets. There was only one man there who dressed nicely. He got out of the car in a full black suit. 3 very large and vicious looking dogs had also gotten out of the car with him. Flug got a bad feeling and got out his phone to call the police. Even if they were too far out in the country to actually get some police here anytime soon.

Flugs heart dropped when the suited man, assumably the leader, motied something and everyone pulled out guns.

Flug knew the neighbors had children... And this wasn't good. They looked like a gang. They probably were one. And they wouldn't attack someone for no reason. So the man who owned the house must have done some gang work to get the money to bye the place. This was bad. And it only got worse.

One of the gang members saw Flug on his balcony. On the phone. Almost Immediately three armed men and one of the monster dogs quickly made their way over to his house. Flug bolted. He needed to hide. He knew it wouldn't work. Even if he did hide, the dog would sniff him out.

He could have used one of his inventions to defend himself, but all of the ones that he could use to defend himself were locked up on the first floor. He was on the second. He needed to make it to the attic. Now.

He ran, moving anything he could to make it harder for them to get to him. It wasn't going to help much, but it was something. Then. The sound of glass breaking. And a howle. Did the dog jump through a window? Flug pailed. And ran. He had to get upstairs. But the stairs were so far away! Why was this house so big! He could hear the dog get closed...and closer...and he finally made his way to the stairs when he herd a crash behind him. On reflex he turned and then-

Large claws were met with the right side of his face, nearly blinding his right eye. Then it pounced on top of him. Flug did his best to hold the beast off, but his attempts were futile. This was it. This was how he was going to die. Being mauled to death by an overgrown mutt.

And then he saw it. The demonic shadow that has haunted this mansion for years before he moved hear. Was it hear to watch him die? If it was, then why did it look angry? The shadow raised what seemed to be its hand, and swiped down. Flug squeezed his eyes closed as he heard a whimper and felt something fall limply on top of him. He opened his eyes to see that the dog was dead. The entire right side of his face was shreaded.

Well, an eye for an eye.

Flug quickly pushed the beast off of him and ran up the stairs. He started to bead for the attic stairs when claw marks were suddenly scratched into the wall, cutting Flug off. It was the shadow. Did he not want Flug to go that way? The shadow made a vague gesture to Flug. Did he want Flug to follow him?

Flug heard gunshots. And they were close. Way to close for comfort. Screw it. He would rather follow this eldrich demon looking ass than get shot any day.

He ran, following the demon through every twist an turn he took him through. Then he froze. It was the crimson hallway. The shadow wanted to follow him through the door and into the den of the creature who claimed this house. Should he? The shadow was inviting him, right? This should be fine? Right?

Flug started to cautiously walked towards the door. The shadow was gone, and the air was getting thick. He got closer and closer, and no invisible forces have attacked him yet. So he continued. Closer and closer until he made it to the door.

He lightly knocked on the door, and it swung open. He was about to head inside when he heard a gunshot. A loud one. And pain spiked through his shoulder. He couldn't help but scream out in pain. He felt something grab him and yank him into the room and he herd the large iron door slam shut.

Flug gasped at the pain and looked around the room. It wasn't a room. It was a hallway. Nearly identical to the previous hallway he was just in. Almost. Identical. The walls, instead of being crimson, were a dark grey, almost black, and had a lighter grey pattern of skulls. The floor, instead of the brown flooring was white wood with a dark purple carpet. All in all, very visually appealing.

"You're not supposed to to be heard." A voice behind him stated angerly. Flug quickly turned to give an apology, but he froze at what he saw. It was a man. But it wasn't a man. Was it a demon? Before he could ask, the demon spoke up again. "What on earth happened to you?" He questioned. If Flug wasn't in shock, hed almost mistake the demos demanding expression for one of annoyance and concern.

"D-dog," Flug sputtered out, "Neighbors. Gang fight. Atack dogs."

The demon looked. Mad. Very mad. "And you got caught in the middle of this?" He asked. Flug nodded. "Fine. Ill help you. Under one condition." He stated. Flug looked at him, curious about what it would be. "I'll help you. If. You agree to be mine." Flug looked shocked. There were so many things that could be narrowed down to. But what confused him was why the demon wanted him. He tried to ask but he was losing to much blood. He felt as if he was about to faint.

Flug nodded. In an attempt to get an answer out before he fainted. But that wasn't good enough. The demon grabbed his face, forcing Flug to look directly at him. "I need a verbal answer, doc. Tell me, will you be mine. Only mine." He demanded. Flug tried, but he was close to passing out. He couldn't. "Come on, doctor. You can do it." He said, a sly tone in his voice. After a moment of trying, Flug managed to wine out.

"Y-yours. Only yours."

Befor he passed out.