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CHAPTER SIX: ROCK N' ROLL DREAM

Eddie Munson x OC!Reader || WC: 4.6K

A/N: now without further ado, the chapter everyone has been waiting for, I made sure to make this chapter a long one!! Enjoy! 🤭

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A rollercoaster of emotions were swirling through Lyra's mind. In the past twenty-four hours, she had felt so many unprecedented feelings that had been suppressed for years, bubbling up to the surface like a shaken soda can ready to explode. Memories of happier times mixed with the current turmoil, creating a chaotic storm within her. She knew that Billy hated change, clinging to the familiar like a lifeline. But the more time they spent in Hawkins, the longer he became unrecognizable to her.

Lyra remembered the days when Billy was her protector, always looking out for her with a fierce loyalty. But now, his actions were more erratic and unpredictable. She could see the anger simmering just beneath the surface, a ticking time bomb waiting to go off. The small town of Hawkins, with its eerie stillness and lurking shadows, seemed to amplify his inner demons, turning him into someone she could barely understand.

The weight of the past and the uncertainty of the future pressed heavily on Lyra's shoulders. She felt a pang of guilt, wondering if there was something she could have done differently, some way to reach out to the brother she once knew. The howling wind snapped her out of her inner turmoil as she hugged the leather jacket closer to her body so that it would provide some much needed comfort and warmth that she desperately needed. The cold air bit at her cheeks, turning them a rosy shade, and her breath formed small clouds in the frigid night.

She took a second to distract herself by analyzing Tina's backyard. The yard was a spectacle of Halloween creativity. Fake cobwebs stretched between the trees, glistening in the moonlight, and plastic skeletons hung from the branches, swaying gently in the wind. Teenagers from Hawkins certainly knew how to throw a rager. However the decorations and trash that littered the yard weren’t the only thing that caught Lyra’s attention. She was quick to noticed a shadowy figure completely isolated from everyone. The only indication that she wasn't out there alone was the amber glow of their cigarette.

Letting her eyes adjust to the darkness she noticed that he was wearing a costume she definitely recognized for the first time all night. He was dressed in tight black jeans, a leather jacket adorned with metal studs, and a wild mane of curly hair that framed his face. Without thinking too much about it, her feet carried her over to the stranger, the words tumbling out of her mouth before she could stop them. "Kirk Hammet." The stranger in question nearly spat out the beer he had taken a swing from.

He swore he was hallucinating, that is until his eyes met Lyra's. "W-What?" He spluttered trying to wrap his head around the fact that a pretty girl knew who he was dressed up as. "I like your costume, bold choice." The stranger chuckled nervously, running a hand through his curly hair. "Well if the shoe fits." He gestured to himself theatrically. "Thanks, not many people get it. You into Metallica?" His voice was a mix of surprise and curiosity, the kind that made Lyra feel a little less like an outsider in this sea of unfamiliar faces.

"Yeah, you could say that," She replied, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips. The night air was crisp, carrying the faint scent of pine and the distant laughter of partygoers. Breaking the silence, Lyra watched as the long-haired stranger reached behind him to grab a metal lunchbox, its surface adorned with stickers of various rock bands. "So, you interested in some of the devil's lettuce, sweetheart?" He asked, shaking it comically, the contents rattling inside.

Lyra couldn't help but scoff, her breath visible in the chilly air. "You're a dealer?" She raised her brow in question, her curiosity piqued. "Only the best in Hawkins," He smirked, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Eddie Munson at your service." He bowed theatrically, his wild curls bouncing with the movement. Lyra chuckled, feeling a strange sense of camaraderie in his presence. "As much as I appreciate the offer, that's more my brother’s vice rather than mine," She replied, her voice tinged with amusement.

Eddie's face fell slightly, but he quickly recovered, a playful grin spreading across his face. "Shit, I'll make myself scarce then," He said, pretending to tip an invisible hat before turning to leave. But before he could take a step, Lyra reached out, her fingers brushing against his arm. The contact was brief, but it sent a jolt of warmth through her, grounding her in the moment. "Wait," She said softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "You don't have to go." Eddie's eyes softened, and he nodded, taking a step closer.

The night seemed a little less cold, and the world outside Tina's backyard felt a little less daunting. Breaking the silence, Lyra watched as the long-haired stranger, Eddie Munson, settled down beside her on the weathered bench. The wood creaked under his weight, adding to the symphony of crickets chirping in the background. He leaned back, his eyes scanning the star-strewn sky above, a thoughtful expression on his face. "So you're the new girl I've been hearing so much about." He concluded putting two and two together. His voice was low and smooth, carrying a hint of curiosity.

Lyra shrugged, turning to face him, her eyes reflecting the twinkling stars above. "What gave it away?" She questioned, her tone light but her eyes searching his face for an answer. "Well," He started holding up his finger. "For one I've never seen you around, and I'd remember someone with good taste in music." And two," He held up two fingers. "Gossip travels fast at the hellhole that is Hawkins High." Lyra chuckled softly, the sound blending with the distant rustle of leaves. The air was cool, but the warmth of their budding conversation kept the chill at bay.

Eddie's eyes sparkled with a mix of mischief and genuine interest, making her feel oddly at ease. "So, you got a name, or am I going to have to call you sweetheart all night?" He teased, his smile widening. "Lyra," She replied, her voice steady but soft. The name felt like a bridge between them, a small but significant step towards familiarity. Eddie nodded, as if committing her name to memory. "Lyra," He repeated, letting the name roll off his tongue. The way he said her name made it feel like more than just a formality; it felt like the beginning of something new and unexpected.

"You got another cigarette on you, Eddie?" Lyra questioned teasingly, quite confident that she knew the answer. "You wound me," He muttered, digging the pack out of the inside of his leather jacket. "Never leave home without it, even if I promised my uncle I'd quit." He pulled out a cigarette and handed it to her, the silver rings on his fingers catching the faint light from the porch. Lyra took the cigarette, feeling the cool paper between her fingers. The smell of tobacco mixed with the earthy scent of the night air, creating a strangely comforting aroma.

Eddie struck his lighter, the brief flare of light illuminating his face before he held the flame to her cigarette. She inhaled deeply, the smoke curling up into the night sky, blending with the misty breath of the cool evening. Eddie leaned back, his own cigarette dangling from his lips. "You know," He said, exhaling a cloud of smoke, "My uncle's always on my case about these things. Says they're gonna be the death of me." He chuckled, a sound that was more resigned than amused. Lyra watched the smoke drift away, her thoughts momentarily lost in the swirling patterns.

"Yeah, well, sometimes it's the little rebellions that keep us sane," She replied, her voice tinged with a quiet defiance. She glanced over at Eddie, noticing the way his eyes softened, as if he understood more than he let on. The night seemed to stretch on, the silence between them comfortable and unforced. "So what's your story?" Eddie asked catching Lyra by surprise. She raised her brow in question urging him to continue. "You don't drink or smoke weed, but you smoke tobacco and ride a motorcycle," He thought aloud, his tone carrying a hint of admiration. Eddie's gaze met hers, and for a moment, it felt like they were the only two people in the world.

“Don’t forget, I also like metal,” She added with a smirk, the edges of her lips curling into a playful grin. The sound of distant laughter and the rustling of leaves filled the air, but their focus remained solely on each other. “Right, how could I forget,” He teased, making Lyra smile, her cheeks flushing slightly in the cool night air. After a beat of silence, almost as if Eddie was trying to figure out exactly what to say, he finally spoke. "You're interesting," He concluded, his voice filled with genuine curiosity and admiration.

This made Lyra let out a chuckle, the sound light and melodic, blending seamlessly with the rustling leaves around them. "Says the resident metalhead - drug dealer," She sassed back, motioning to him and his metal lunchbox, which he always carried with an air of nonchalance. "Touché," He smirked, taking a long drag out of his cigarette, which was almost out. "I gotta ask, how'd you even get into metal in the first place?" Eddie questioned. "Well," Her eyes flickered with nostalgia as she thought back to her childhood.

"When you have a brother who blasts it 24/7, it tends to grow on you." She could almost hear the distant echoes of guitars and drums coming from Billy's room, the relentless beats becoming the soundtrack of her formative years. "Besides," She smirked to herself, her eyes sparkling with a hint of mischief. "Axl Rose's ass looks amazing in leather." She snickered, recalling the posters that she had admired everyday on the walls of Billy's room. "Jesus H. Christ," Eddie groaned, falling backwards on the wooden bench dramatically.

"You're one of those girls." Lyra scoffed, teasingly shoving his shoulder. "You know if you're ever interested in hearing some live metal music sometime and giving your ole’ Walkman a break, my band and I play at the Hideout on Tuesdays." He suggested, his voice carrying a hint of hopeful excitement. "Why does it not surprise me that you're in a bad." Lyra thought aloud, her eyes twinkling with amusement. Eddie was about to give her a witty remark when she interrupted, her curiosity piqued. "Let me guess, with your theatrics, you're the lead guitarist too?"

"And lead singer most nights." He announced proudly, puffing out his chest a bit. The pride in his voice was unmistakable, and Lyra couldn't help but smile at his enthusiasm. "So you're one of those guys." Lyra teased throwing his words from earlier back at him. Eddie couldn't help the smile that made it's way on his face. There was absolutely no way that a pretty girl liked metal and appreciated his humor. "Maybe I could get your number and-" Only Eddie didn't get to finish his sentence. A sudden loud crash from a nearby alley interrupted him, causing both of them to look in that direction.

Hearing the commotion of "Ooos" coming from inside the house made goosebumps arise on Lyra's skin. That could not be good. The night air felt suddenly colder, the chill seeping into her bones as she tried to gauge the situation. "Duty calls?" Eddie asked, immediately noticing Lyra's shift in demeanor. His voice was gentle, yet tinged with curiosity and concern. Lyra turned to give Eddie a remorseful look, wishing she could stay in his company longer. The warmth and ease of their conversation had been a rare comfort. "I'm so sorry,” She apologized, seeing the disappointment swimming in his chocolate doe eyes.

“I just have a feeling that my brother is somehow involved and we have a curfew," She explained, her voice tinged with frustration and a hint of regret. She could feel the weight of responsibility pulling her away. "No biggie sweetheart, just get home safe, alright." Eddie replied with a reassuring smile. His calm and understanding demeanor was a stark contrast to the chaos she anticipated inside. "Thanks, Eddie," She smiled, grabbing her helmet. "It was really nice to meet you." With an affectionate squeeze to his bicep, Lyra ran inside to see what all the commotion was about, her heart pounding with a mix of anxiety and the lingering warmth of their brief connection.

Upon entering the house, which was now even more trashed than when she arrived, Lyra maneuvered herself through drunken bodies to try and find the source of the commotion. The air was thick with the smell of alcohol, and the sound of loud, off-key singing mixed with laughter still filled the room. She carefully stepped over broken glass and discarded cups, her eyes scanning the chaotic scene for any sign of trouble. She let out a breath of relief seeing as Billy was nowhere to be seen, yet she worried that was a bad sign too.

The last time she saw him, he was already on edge, and his absence now could mean he was getting into even more trouble elsewhere. Those thoughts were quickly put on pause as someone from behind crashed into her. She clutched onto her shoulder, hoping that her hand could relieve the sting before turning to give the drunk partygoer a piece of her mind. "Watch where you're going!" She hissed, only she was taken aback due to making eye contact with 'King Steve'. The same person her brother was face to face with hours earlier.

Upon noticing his disheveled hair and red-rimmed eyes, Lyra momentarily felt bad for yelling. Steve Harrington wanted nothing more than to snap back at the blonde girl in front of him, but decided against it. Instead he shook his head, his expression a mix of frustration and exhaustion, and made his way to the front door without another look back. “Asshole.” She muttered stretching out her aching shoulder and took a deep breath, trying to shake off the residual anger. Suddenly, she heard a slurred curse behind her, "S-Shit!" Spinning around, she saw a drunken girl stumbling, her eyes half-closed and her movements unsteady.

Lyra quickly stepped forward, just in time to steady the girl who looked like she could pass out any second. "Woah, are you okay?" Lyra questioned, her voice softening with concern as she looked into the girl's glazed eyes, trying to gauge her condition. The girl's makeup was smeared, and her hair was a tangled mess, suggesting she had been through quite an ordeal. "I'm f-fine," She slurred, her words barely coherent. Yet Lyra could tell by her disheveled appearance and the way she swayed unsteadily that she was far from fine. The strong smell of alcohol lingered around her, her clothes were wrinkled and slightly damp a red splotch staining the white material.

"Let's get you some fresh air, okay?" Lyra suggested, trying to guide her towards the door. She placed a supportive arm around the girl's shoulders, feeling the cold sweat on her skin. Yet before Lyra could direct her outside, a familiar voice interrupted. "Woah, Nancy, what happened?" Jonathan Byers questioned, his eyes widening with concern as he took in the scene. He stepped closer, his brow furrowing in worry. A moment of realization seemed to cross Nancy's face before she looked at Jonathan, her voice barely above a whisper. "Steve's bullshit," She muttered, her words thick with emotion and fatigue.

Her eyes were red-rimmed, and she looked like she had been crying. Jonathan frowned, his worry deepening as he glanced between Lyra and Nancy. "I need to get her home," He announced, taking a gentle but firm hold of Nancy's forearm. He began to steer her towards the front door, his grip steadying her as she stumbled slightly. Nancy's breathing was shallow, and she leaned heavily on Jonathan, her head drooping as if the weight of the world was pressing down on her. "Let me help you," Lyra insisted, her voice filled with concern and urgency as she followed closely behind Jonathan. She reached out to support Nancy's other side, her hands trembling slightly with worry.

The trio moved slowly through the crowded room, weaving between groups of people who were oblivious to the unfolding drama. As they reached the front door, the cool night air rushed in, bringing a momentary sense of relief. The stars were faintly visible against the dark sky, and the distant hum of traffic provided a soothing backdrop. Lyra could feel the tension in Nancy's body begin to ease slightly, but she knew they still had a long way to go. She glanced at Jonathan, who nodded in appreciation, his eyes reflecting the same concern and determination that she felt. Together, they guided Nancy outside, hoping that the fresh air and the quiet of the night would help her recover.

As they reached Jonathan's car, Lyra was quick to pull his passenger car door open so that he could gently place Nancy inside without much of a struggle. Nancy slumped into the seat, her eyes half-closed, as Jonathan carefully buckled her in, making sure she was comfortable and secure before shutting the door softly. Turning to Lyra he fiddled with his fingers, his eyes darting around nervously. "I, um, saw your brother passed out by the tree on the side of the house," He informed her, his voice tinged with concern. She was unable to stifle the eye roll, knowing that dealing with Billy was going to be a challenge.

Lyra couldn't help but roll her eyes, the exasperation clear on her face. The image of her brother sprawled out under the tree flashed in her mind, adding to her already mounting stress. She took a deep breath, steeling herself for what was to come, while Jonathan gave her a sympathetic look, his hands now resting on the roof of the car. "I'll take care of it," She sighed a hint of exasperation crossing her face. "Get home safe," At her words he nodded, giving Lyra a reassuring smile. He jumped into the driver's seat of his car, the engine roaring to life as he turned the key. With a final wave, he drove off into the night, leaving Lyra to deal with Billy. She watched the taillights disappear around the corner, the weight of the night's events settling heavily on her shoulders.

Taking another deep breath, she turned back towards the house, her footsteps echoing softly on the gravel driveway. The porch light flickered, casting eerie shadows that seemed to dance with the wind. She hoped that Billy wouldn't be too far out of it, but as she neared the side of the house, her hopes were quickly dashed. Sure enough, just as Jonathan had said, Billy was sprawled out, nursing a bottle of god knows what in his hand. The smell of alcohol hit her before she even reached him, a pungent mix of whiskey and stale beer. As she reached him, she couldn't help but wrinkle her nose in disgust.

"Jesus, Billy, you smell like a bar. How much did you drink?" She muttered, crouching down to his level. She gently pried the bottle from his hand, her fingers brushing against his clammy skin. The night was far from over, and as she helped him to his feet, she knew that the real challenge was just beginning. "K-Keg King." He slurred, a sloppy smile spreading across his face. For a brief moment, he seemed proud of himself, but the smile quickly faded when he caught sight of his sister's hardened expression. The disappointment in her eyes was unmistakable, and it cut through his drunken haze like a knife.

"Keys," Lyra demanded, holding her hand out, her voice firm and unwavering. She wasn't in the mood for any of his usual antics. Her patience was wearing thin, and all she wanted was to get him inside and away from any more trouble. Billy fumbled in his pockets, the sound of jingling keys breaking the tense silence. Finally, he pulled them out and dropped them into her waiting hand, his head hanging low in shame. Lyra clenched the keys in her hand, the cold metal biting into her palm. She took a deep breath, steadying herself before wrapping an arm around Billy's waist to support him. They stumbled together towards his Camaro, the gravel crunching under their feet in the quiet night.

"You can't keep drowning your problems in alcohol." Billy's head lolled to the side, his eyes half-closed. "I'm fine." He mumbled, his words barely coherent. Lyra shook her head, guiding him into the passenger seat and buckling him in, only taking her eyes off of him to throw her helmet in the backseat. "This isn't fine," She said softly, more to herself than to him. She walked around to the driver's side, her mind racing with thoughts of what to do next. As she started the car, she glanced over at Billy, who had already drifted off to sleep. She sighed, the weight of responsibility settling heavily on her shoulders.

Just then like a bucket of ice water being dumped onto her, she realized that she and Billy had come to the party separated. Her eyes darted to the spot where her motorcycle was still parked a few feet away, gleaming under the streetlights. There was no way she was about to leave her prized possession in someone else's driveway overnight. "Shit," She muttered to herself, fighting the exhaustion that was beginning to cloud her mind. She needed to formulate a coherent plan, but her brain felt sluggish and uncooperative. The thought of abandoning her bike gnawed at her, but so did the idea of leaving Billy alone in his current state.

Almost as if someone was answering her thoughts, Lyra spotted the familiar unruly hair of Eddie Munson, a few feet away throwing his metal lunchbox into a van. This was her only chance. "Stay in the car." Lyra demanded throwing the drivers seat open. Hearing those words, Billy woke up from his drunken slumber, sitting up straighter and fumbling with his seatbelt. "But-" Lyra's harsh voice cut him off. "Billy I mean it!" She all but growled, her patience snapping. "Stay. In. The. Car." With those final words she slammed the door to his Camaro shut leaving no more room for argument.

"Eddie, wait!" She called out, sprinting towards him, her heart pounding in her chest. Eddie turned, his eyes widening in surprise as he saw her approaching. "Lyra? What's going on?" He asked, concern etched on his face. "I need your help," She said breathlessly, glancing back at the car where Billy was slumped. He followed her line of sight, his brows furrowing momentarily. "I need to get him home, but I drove my motorcycle here. Is there any way, and of course if you don't mind, can we store my motorcycle in the back of your trunk? Just for tonight I promise I'll-" Yet her rambling was cut short. "Hey," Eddie coaxed placing his hands on her shoulders reassuringly.

"Slow down." He spoke softly, his touch grounding her in the moment. She could feel the warmth of his hands through her jacket, a stark contrast to the chill of the night air. "Go grab your motorcycle, I'll make room in the back of my van, okay?" His words were a balm to her frazzled nerves, and she nodded, feeling a wave of relief wash over her. She watched as Eddie moved with purpose, his movements quick and efficient as he opened the van's back doors and began rearranging the clutter inside to make space. Eddie started to move the band's supplies around, carefully stacking amplifiers and drum kits to one side, making sure nothing would topple over during the ride.

He meticulously placed guitar cases and mic stands, his hands moving with a practiced ease that spoke of many nights spent loading and unloading gear. The van, once a chaotic mess of cables and equipment, began to take on a semblance of order under his diligent care. Not feeling confident enough to answer, she simply nodded again, her eyes following Eddie's every move. She could see the determination in his eyes, the way his brow furrowed slightly as he focused on the task at hand. It was a small gesture, but in that moment, it meant the world to her. The sight of Eddie’s methodical movements and the sound of equipment being carefully arranged provided a strange sense of comfort, making her feel that everything would be okay.

As Eddie continued to rearrange the band supplies, Lyra made her way to her motorcycle, with a gentle rumble, she started the engine, the sound a familiar comfort to her ears. Slowly and carefully, she maneuvered the motorcycle towards the waiting van. Eddie glanced up from his task, a smile playing on his lips as he saw her approach. Together, they worked in harmony, coordinating the loading of the motorcycle into the back of the van. Eddie guided her with precise hand signals, ensuring the bike was securely fastened for the journey ahead. With a final click, the van doors were closed, the task completed. As they both stepped back, a sense of accomplishment filled the air. Lyra turned to Eddie, gratitude shining in her eyes. "Keep her safe for me." She whispered, her voice carrying a mix of hope and reliance.

"Scouts honor." He assured, using his fingers and crossing his heart over his leather jacket. The gesture, both earnest and endearing, made a smile make its way onto Lyra's face. "Thanks Rockstar, I owe you one." Even in the moonlight, it was hard to miss the crimson blush that made its way onto Eddie's face. He looked down for a moment, kicking a small pebble with his boot before meeting her gaze again. "Get home safe, alright." Lyra nodded, feeling a sense of peace wash over her. She gave Eddie one last appreciative look before turning to leave, the sound of her boots crunching on the gravel the only noise in the stillness.

As she walked away, she glanced back over her shoulder, catching Eddie's eye one more time. He gave her a small, reassuring wave, and she couldn't help but smile. As she opened the door to the Camaro, the leather seat creaked softly under her weight. Billy jolted awake as Lyra started the engine, his eyes bleary and confused. The soft hum of the engine seemed to pull him fully back to consciousness. Almost as if he remembered that they had driven separately, he voiced Lyra's concern from a few minutes prior. "Y-Your bike." His voice was groggy but filled with genuine worry. "It's safe with a friend." She reassured, her voice calm and steady as she inserted the key into the ignition.

She could feel the familiar vibration of the engine beneath her, a comforting reminder of the freedom and speed that awaited them. With a quick, practiced motion, she shifted gears, and the Camaro roared to life. She glanced at the clock on the dashboard, her eyes widening upon noting the time and realizing that they had to hurry. The thought of Susan and Neil realizing they were out past curfew sent a jolt of adrenaline and through her, stress and anxiety resurfacing. The tires screeched slightly as she pressed the accelerator, the car speeding off into the night.

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helenofsimblr · 28 days ago

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Cat: I do like bonus points! I hope it's painless for your sake, Franny. I need to make you aware of Kali's tactics so far. She's a maniac, supped up on some kind of mystery drug and she's irrational.

Elita: Francine checked her notepad which had some polaroids of the ruined house.

Francine: I've heard she's a bit spicy, and while I am sorry for my unfortunate colleagues, that is gold in terms of building our case. Your soon to be ex wife isn't the brightest lamp in the street is she? And drugs? Let me write that down, do you have any idea what she's hooking up on? I mean, I am guessing it's got to be some serious steroids or something?

Cat: She's military trained, it was a drug tested by the military for super soldiers. I was told that it was discontinued and canceled, but she got a hold of it somehow. She came to me on a work trip to Sulani ripped like an ancient God... when I left her she was half that size. tried to hide herself and made a fool of me in front of important people on the island. I came back here right before the station dropped and was unable to return home. She would have rather me risk my life getting home than to say goodbye to me on the phone... I wish I'd thought to record that, what she said was awful. Sorry, I'm rambling.

Francine: Don't apologise, we need these details.

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Francine: Well she's obviously changed - not for the better - and if this is some military thing... actually, Nickie Catzenburg was at a press conference ranting about super soldiers... I digress..., she is clearly causing you a lot of emotional and mental duress… you look very tired.

Cat: I am tired. Kali’s just been lurking and it's driven me a bit mad. I'm terrified she's going to hurt me and more terrified she's going to hurt you for me talking to you. You seem young, but come with high praise. I just want to be free of her and get myself a good long restraining order, grab my stuff and run. I just want to be free. Even the police have been avoiding me now as of late... though one fellow keeps in touch, Officer Jimmy. He's the only one who keeps checking in on me.

Francine: Ah, I have heard on the grape vine he is getting married to Lysa Robinson... he's a brave man...anyway... if you want a restraining order then we're going to go in for a "fault divorce." That is, we're going to say it's mostly if not ENTIRELY, Kali's fault that the marriage ended. We will be using a variety of methods to highlight that, so they will be given the chance to settle out of court based on what we will compile, or they go to court, and we air some seriously dirty laundry in public.

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Cat: That Jimmy? Oh gods.. Lyra is a great friend of mine since childhood. I had no idea he was that Jimmy. I'm going to have Lyra tell him to stay away from me. Lysa has a daughter now. What else can I do to help you, Franny? If we can get this going. I will buy you a round of drinks in celebration.

Francine: So, for our restraint we want no contact via any currently existing or yet to exist forms of communication. We want your stuff. I will need some details of what that “stuff” is, but you can send that to my assistant.

Cat: I don't care about the house, I just want my clothes, some pictures and a few bits and pieces. I've already pulled my savings and put it in another bank account anyway. I did all that I could to manually separate me from her.

Francine: Ok that's great, now usually the house and the money is divided evenly however in this case we will be making an appeal that given the damage caused to the furnishings and other chattels that we want the full value of those savings as compensation for mental and emotional disruption.

#ts4 #ts4 story #sims 4 #sims 4 story #ksu #tales from the district #crossover #sparkiekong #tac #collab #season two #Cat #Francine

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Santiago methodically lays out the estimated duration it will take for you to reach the final point of contact, another type of demon who holds the key to getting to the entrance of Abysmora’s gates. Leo and Lyra, a couple of strides behind, quietly prepare themselves for the journey ahead.

"Don't you do anything reckless now, you hear? You don't know these people, we're doing this because we owe them demons, and Santiago looks out for us, your family," he stresses. Lyra nods, her lips pressed together in a thin line. Of course, this was her family, they raised her, taught her everything, and helped her grow into the wolf she's become. But now, armed with the chilling details of the night of her parents' murder, she begins to wonder—what if that dreadful night hadn't happened? Could she have been raised with her original family?

And why didn't Leo tell her, if he knew? Perhaps it was to protect her, but she's beginning to question that, along with many other things.

But he's right; she may be your sister by blood, but who knows how your different lives have shaped you.

Beneath the silvery moonlight, the forest unfurls in a mesmerizing display of nature's grandeur. Towering trees, ancient and wise, stand like stoic guardians, their branches interweaving to create an intricate tapestry against the night sky.

"I'll be okay," Lyra mutters.

"This ain't your fight to fight, Lyra—"

"I said I'll be okay, damn it!" She flares up, immediately recoiling as she looks down. "I'm sorry; it's just... I've seen the pack do this over and over again. Have faith in me. I can do this. We can do this," she asserts, aware of Leo's love for her, his paternal instincts strong. Though she's never led the pack to Abysmora, she's seen others embark on the journey and return unscathed. The pack had no business in Abysmora anymore, like they did in the past when they first settled up here, so she hadn't ventured there herself.

"It's not that I doubt your abilities, Lyra. I just know you've been looking for your siblings your whole life. I know you, and I'm telling you, this ain't your fight to fight. They seem to have it together, know what they're doin' and all that. If she's with them, she's more than capable of taking care of herself," Leo says, his words still carrying the weight of his wisdom. He then sighs, becoming aware of his lecture-like tone. "Just get back safe."

"I will." Lyra leans forward and steps up on her tiptoes, kissing him on the cheek. "I love you."

"Love you too, kid."

You all venture deeper into the woods, and the atmosphere isn't as tense as it often is when you’re constantly vigilant for lurking dangers. True, the threat of peril looms, but with a formidable pack of creatures armed with keen senses, they both deter weaker adversaries and can detect the scent of mightier foes in case anyone or anything wishes to challenge them.

The forest floor, adorned with plush moss and fallen leaves, appears to swallow every footstep, muffling the sounds of their journey. A gentle, cool breeze carries the earthy essence of the woods. The wolfpack moves confidently, and it's comforting not to feel so alone. A few minutes into their hike, once everyone has ensured they are on the same page, Lyra gradually drifts back towards you.

"Do you have a plan for when you get there?" she inquires. "Do you know where to find this flower?"

You shake your head thoughtfully. "No, but Felix and Jisung have a fairly good idea of where to look."

"And if demons attack you?"

"We fight," you assert confidently, and Lyra's heart swells with pride, hearing the unshakable determination in your voice. You and Lyra share this fearless spirit, a comforting connection.

"Saw you talking to Chan. So..." You lower your voice, even though Chan is quite a distance ahead, engaged in conversation with Santiago and a couple of wolves at the front of the group. "What do you think?" You ask, eager to know her impression.

"Well, he's going to put his best foot forward, I'm your sister he never expected to meet," she begins thoughtfully. "But he seems nice. He's got an accent, where's he from?"

"Australia."

"Oh, it's hot over there. How does a vampire hybrid exist in Australia?"

You ponder her point for a moment. "He's a hybrid, so he can tolerate a bit of sunlight."

"And Felix?"

Questions left unanswered hang in the air.

"To be fair, one, I never considered that, and two, I don't think they were turned there. You should ask him sometime, considering you two had those private conversations this morning," you suggest with an eye roll, fighting back a chuckle.

Lyra grows defensive. "He just wanted to know a bit more about conjure, that's all."

"Oh, just wanted to know a bit more about conjure, huh? That's funny. Vampires can't conjure."

There's a momentary silence between you both.

Felix must not have told you about the self-sacrifice, Lyra assumes by the confidence in your statement.

"Anyway, I can't imagine Australian vampires existing," she continues walking, her fingers laced through the backpack straps as she gazes at the path ahead, taking long, powerful strides. "That place gets so much sun. I'd be miserable."

"Well, they do," you retort, readjusting your backpack on your shoulders as you observe Chan chatting with Hyunjin, who's joined him. "I'm in love with one."

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"Brother, back at the first stop, with Lysandra," Chan begins, prompting Hyunjin to hum in curiosity. "You two have something going on or was I imagining things?"

"I mean, she's very intelligent, beautiful, well-spoken, and we shared great conversation. Is that what you mean?"

"Did you two...?"

Hyunjin smirks, savoring the enigma he's woven around their relationship. "No, we didn't have sex."

"I heard sex." Jisung wedges himself between the two brothers, glancing from one to the other. "They're back there discussing Australian vampires. I'm bored out of my mind. What's going on up here?"

"Hyunjin has something going on with Lysandra."

"I didn't say that—" He corrects his older brother.

"Come on, brother, it's not poisonous to admit when you like someone," Chan laughs. "For a demon, she's one hell of a conjurer."

"She's one hell of a creature," Hyunjin amends.

"Oh, you like her like her," Jisung teases.

"Like I said," Hyunjin reiterates, "We shared great conversation."

Jisung and Chan exchange eye rolls, recognizing that's all they'll get out of him for now. Jisung retrieves his water bottle from the side pocket of his backpack, takes a swig, then caps it and stows it away again. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. "Has the little witch been having any more nightmares?"

"No, nothing that's woken me up, at least."

"I'm worried. When I was possessed, what if I opened a portal? What if Edith's watching us, waiting for the moment to strike?" Jisung expresses his concern. "Things like that don't just happen to me."

Chan glances over at him. He wants to mention that Jisung might be more susceptible to attacks because he's losing power, but he's sworn to secrecy. As far as he knows, Hyunjin doesn't know about it either, nor does Felix.

"A lot of things have been happening to us lately that don't make sense," Chan offers.

Hyunjin, however, doesn't concur with Jisung's theory of Edith spying on them. "If she was going to do something, she would've done it by now. There were plenty of times she could've struck successfully in the last two days. She probably used up a lot of power just getting that message across. A foolish mistake."

"How can we be sure it was Edith?"

"She's the only enemy we've got in purgatory right now."

There’s a wail that can be heard in the distance, and the wolfpack freezes, their senses on high alert even in their human forms, using their keen sense of smell and hearing to discern the danger. One of them points off to the side, “Nine o’clock.”

“What have we got?”

There is a shrill, bone-chilling scream from an otherworldly creature that none of you can spot as one of the Wolfpack members stumbles backward, his chest sliced with jagged claw marks, blood spilling forth as he yells and drops to his knees, pain searing through him.

“Never a dull moment,” Hyunjin says before he takes off toward the threat. Chan kicks off, leaving dirt in his wake, and Felix follows suit, leaving nothing but swaying leaves and branches as evidence of their presence.

“What’s going on?!” You ask frantically, looking around as the others ready themselves on all sides. You can catch the glint of their eyes turning a deep, glowing gold, and hear the rumbling beneath their breath.

“Stand down, keep the humans safe,” Lyra commands. “Santiago, what are we dealing with?”

The mention of your ex’s name causes you to look over at him, frustration building inside of you. “Why aren’t you with them?! What are you just standing here for?”

Jisung holds his hands out a few inches, extending an olive branch in the midst of chaos. “We have a plan, remember? We let the others go first, and then—”

“Fuck the plan, you're an archdemon, and you're just gonna let them—”

“Hold on, y/n, hold on.” Lyra stops you as she sniffs the air. In the brief silence, a disgusting choking noise is heard in the distance, spattering and hacking, and then nothing.

“I’m sorry I ever agreed to do this with you.”

Santiago says, causing an unexpected silence to fall onto a few nearby members, while the others are waiting either for more orders, or for the rest of the team to return. He’s towering over a lot of the Wolfpack, with a few of them blocking your view of him. He can’t see your face, struck with hurt, a hurt you don’t understand.

“What?”

“I’m sorry I ever agreed to do this with you. I didn’t know you’d be a part of it, or I would’ve said no. You’re fucking unbearable, you know that, you?” As his voice heightens, the others start to space out, leaving a direct path from you to him. “When you don’t get your way, its everybody’s fault, eres una puto niña, you’re such a fucking child–”

“Cool it, Santiago.” Jisung comes to your defense, but you look at him and shake your head, you’ve got this, you assure him silently, then you take a few steps toward the archdemon.

“I’m unbearable….I’m—un…bearable?” Your anger is hot, making your voice crack as you feel the adrenaline beginning to surge through you.

Hyunjin returns, his fist clenched around the wet, dirty hair of the head of a frightening creature. Its skin is as black as night, no, maybe darker, with bright red eyes and long, rectangular pupils reminiscent of prey animals like goats and sheep. Its slack jaw displays sharp, pointed double rows of teeth.

Hyunjin’s excited about the kill when he vamps over, but once he notices that something serious is going down, he slows down, pushing his hair out of his face and behind his ear as he ducks lower to avoid being seen and joins Jisung.

Lyra is now trying to interpret the connection you have with Santiago and why everyone is allowing this to just happen. She looks around desperately at her pack, still waiting for the others to come back, then deciding to hurry over to her wounded pack member, kneeling down to tend to them while checking around for any sign of Felix or Chan.

“Being abandoned was unbearable! Having to coexist with someone that made me feel like I was nothing and refuses to acknowledge it is unbearable!”

“I acknowledged it!” Santiago’s eyes are wild and wide, he’s exasperated. He’s hurt, he’s broken. He doesn’t want to admit it, as strong as he is, that it's been the heaviest weight out of everything happening that you’re no longer his, and that your stupid hybrid partner keeps rubbing his nose in it every chance he gets.

“I acknowledged it, and I apologized for it!!” He steps forward. “And you still hang it over my fucking head, are you wanting to crucify me or something?! You won’t even talk to me about it!” He’s under the pressure of Minho, the entire Lee family, and following the laws of the hierarchy of their demon society, and the dangers ahead combined with seeing you for the first time in years, now with another man, and having to playing house with your strange fucking makeshift family unit of freaks and—

“BECAUSE YOU WONT TELL ME THE TRUTH!”

Leaves flutter around in the air as the space between you and Santiago is filled with both Felix and Chan, holding two additional heads each. They’re fresh, dripping black blood into the soil below, which bubbles like a thick soup as the earth absorbs it.

“Damn, they got more than me.” Hyunjin mutters under his breath with a snap of his fingers. He looks down at his trophy kill and then rolls his eyes, throwing it over his shoulder carelessly.

A Wolfpack member shrieks as she barely dodges it.

Chan looks around before he directs his amber eyes to Santiago. “Do we have a problem here, mate?”

Oof.

Felix vamps over to Lyra, the wolf blood scent strong in his nose as he helps them both, sinking his teeth into his wrist and feeding his blood to the injured pack mate.

“She and I have the problem—”

Chan's laughter cut through the tension, but it held an eerie, unsettling quality. “No, no, no, that’s not how this works,” He casually places the heads of his gruesome trophies at his feet, their grotesque features illuminated by the eerie glow of the moon. Each detail of his actions seemed designed to unsettle as his smile drops. His cold gaze locks onto Santiago, angular features, framed by dark, tousled hair, illuminated by the ominous gleam in his eyes. “Whatever you two had is done. It’s over now, and was over a long time ago. Y/N is mine, so if she has a problem, then I have a problem.” The moonlight dances across his face, highlighting the glint of his piercing amber eyes. It's a chilling sight, and the fact that he managed to maintain an air of calm in the face of such tension only added to the sense of foreboding.

“So now, we have a problem.”

Santiago’s teeth grit behind his tightened lips.

Chan’s brothers quietly watch their eldest sibling, but they don’t intervene.

A fight would solve nothing.

He can’t tell you he left to work for the Lee family.

He just can’t.

Santiago takes in a deep breath as he straightens himself.

“Let’s just get this over with.”

The way he says it, stings.

But you remain silent, the heat of the argument still simmering within you, leaving you feeling exposed in front of Lyra and her pack. It was an inauspicious start, the first time they witnessed your explosive exchange in this treacherous environment. The fact that Santiago dismissed you so casually, as if your shared history meant nothing, sent a pang of hurt through you. How could this man, who you allowed inside of your body, act as though you were strangers? It was unjust, and the lingering discomfort is almost unbearable.

Chan arches a questioning eyebrow, coming to a brief halt to allow Santiago an opportunity to speak further, but when met with silence, he turns his attention to the assembled group.

"Listen up, everyone," he begins, his presence alone commanding the undivided attention of those gathered. "We've just taken care of a pack of these nasty creatures, and I can tell you, I've never seen anything like 'em, not in life or death." His foot rests casually on one of the severed heads.

"These creatures are swift and skilled climbers. Their bites are poisonous. How do we know?" Felix steps forward, rolling up his hoodie sleeve to reveal a shiny, raised scar shaped like a bite. The irritated, reddened flesh stands in stark contrast to his pale skin.

"One of 'em bit me," Felix continues, turning slowly to address the group. "Let me tell you, it burns like hell. Luckily, they're not hard to kill."

"You rip their heads off, clean off," Chan adds, his voice matter-of-fact as he gestures towards the severed heads.

Jisung, on the other hand, squats down, studying the heads closely. His eyes widen as he calls you over.

"Little witch, c'mere a sec."

You join him and, upon seeing the creatures up close, recognition strikes you like a bolt of lightning. The memory is vivid, causing you to gasp and nearly stumble backward. Chan's quick reflexes keep you from falling.

"Th-Those monsters, they're from purgatory!" You exclaim, the mention of that place making your skin prickle as your body recalls the traumatic experience. The wolves begin to chatter among themselves, clearly shocked by your revelation about purgatory.

"What?"

"Amelia said they're Edith’s creations." Jisung stands up, still staring at the severed head. He remembers the overwhelming sensation of his own power, the blood that dripped from his ear when he let out a force hard enough to expel them. It’s as if he feels the phantom sensation all over again. His fingers gently touch his jaw as he straightens up, gazing at the frozen horror before him. He’s relieved he feels no blood.

"And they can fly."

"You recognize these from purgatory?" Hyunjin slips through the crowd, his presence suddenly among you. "I've never seen them before."

"These are definitely from purgatory," you affirm wearily, meeting Jisung's eyes with a mix of fear and uncertainty. He wishes he could offer you reassurance, but he knows there are no easy answers to bring you comfort in this unsettling moment.

"Amelia said they could only exist between worlds."

"We're only a few miles away from your meeting point," Lyra says. You all turn to her, and she continues, "They say, the closer you get to Abysmora, the thinner the veil between Hell and the living becomes."

Santiago feels uneasiness welling inside of him at the conversation. The veil is thinning, sure, but an ambush attack from a species nobody has encountered before? That's a first, even for him. Even he doesn’t recognize the creatures, which was enough to raise alarm, with how old and powerful he is. "We should keep moving," he says, "If someone is trying to assassinate you, always be a moving target. We didn't come this far to get killed off now."

"Rio, since you were the first to notice, you, Jax, and Pete transform and run ahead," Lyra instructs, pointing ahead. The wolves nod and take off into a run, leaping into the air, fur bursting through their skin, bones shattering and rebuilding, and they never miss a beat, landing on all four feet and running ahead.

"Are you sacrificing us for them now?" a disgruntled packmate mutters.

"Are you questioning my leadership?" Lyra challenges coolly as they continue walking. Felix is a few paces behind and can feel the temperature rising in the packmate, though he silences himself against Lyra.

They don't fear you enough, he thinks to himself.

Mutiny could arise if she keeps this up.

Felix calls out from behind as he jogs at a humble, human pace, making his way up to the front line, "I'm going to catch up with the wolves."

"Yeah, Felix? You sure?" Chan asks. He's curious as to why his brother's so eager to go running with wolves, but doesn't stop him.

Felix turns around, agile as ever, jogging backwards. He holds two hands up, wiggling his fingers. "You never know when you'll need a pair of opposable thumbs." He winks and turns around, vamping off out of sight.

Lyra grins, looking down at her feet as she takes each step, her face warming but nearly undetectable on her deep almond skin.

Chan hears the quickening of a heartbeat and turns around curiously, giving the others a once-over until he spots Lyra.

Why's her heart beating so fast?

"Chan," you say, unintentionally interrupting his side thought. "Those dreams I had... Do you think, I don't know, she's using them to get access to me? I mean, first, a message through Jisung, now a wolf right next to me gets sliced through the chest? Her aim is shitty, but she's still aiming for me."

Chan grapples with the weight of your words, knowing that your pregnancy makes you the prime target. However, he doesn't want to distress you further, so he chooses his response carefully. "She could be aiming for any of us. It only takes the death of one of us for the destiny bond to bring her back."

Your hand instinctively finds your pregnant belly. You're more concerned for your child's safety than anything else. The idea of nurturing a life within you still feels surreal, and you wonder if that maternal instinct will truly blossom when you finally lay eyes on your daughter.

"How you feeling, sis?" Lyra joins you from behind, concern etching her features. "I can't say I've ever seen a pregnant woman hike this much."

"Even when I wasn't pregnant, hiking wasn't my thing," you huff, beads of sweat glistening on your forehead. "But I'm getting by with conjure and blood. Both take the pain away."

"Oh god, you drink blood, Y/N?"

You can't help but smirk at her reaction. "I not only drink it, but I also enjoy it on some occasions." Laughter bubbles up as Lyra cringes, her expression of disgust clear. You're curious now, wondering if she's ever been intimate with a vampire before. "You've never had vampire blood before?"

"No, and I have zero interest in it." She smiles, dismissing the idea. "Who are you feeding from?"

"Whoa, personal much?" You hold out a hand.

Lyra rolls her eyes, pushing your hand away. "Come on, obviously your boyfriend for one. Who's next?"

"Lyra! Why are you asking? No, I don't feed from Felix!"

She punches you in the arm, and you reach out to tag her back before she retreats to the back of the group, her laughter echoing.

"You can't hide from me forever," You warn with a playful smile. "I'm a witch, remember?"

Chan grins as he walks alongside both of you. It's a different side of you, seeing the way you interact with your sibling. The immediate comfort and lack of self-doubt in your relationship bring a smile to his face. Amidst all the chaos, your sibling manages to sprinkle moments of joy with every giggle that escapes your lips.

The sounds of snarling and snapping pierce the air, jolting you from the brief afterglow of laughter. A few seconds later, Felix returns, this time clutching two severed heads in his tightened fist before hurling them to the ground.

"Impressive, your pack doesn’t hesitate, took one down together, and I managed to nab the others. A few got away, though, flying off into the trees," he explains, pointing toward the towering branches above. "And I did get some of their blood on my hoodie this time."

"You're losing your touch," Hyunjin teases with a playful grin.

"At least there's hope in their weakness," Jisung remarks. "Are you sure you don't want me to scout ahead?"

"I'll handle it with the pack. We won't have their support after we reach the meeting point, and that’s when we’ll need you the most." Felix replies. He glances at Santiago, who has been silently forging ahead with an intensity that sends a clear signal to everyone, causing them to maintain a respectful distance from him.

“Speaking of which,” Chan says as they reach a summit. Together, you all stand at the edge of a rocky, jagged cliff. Beyond, all that can be seen in the valleys below are trees. There’s a large body of water far off in the distance, but the immediate drop is into the thicket of forestry below. “Is this the cliff you mentioned earlier, our marker?”

“It is. We’re only about a mile away; we have to descend. There’s a path over here—” Santiago points to where the cliff has a more shallow descent into trees that cover the path. It's difficult to see in the dark, but the moonlight guides you, and it's nearly Full.

“How many days until the Full Moon?” You ask, looking above at the ominous skies.

“I’ve lost track, but I think it's about 8 or 9?” Jisung says, looking up at it next to you, “Why? You worried about it?”

You shrug, “Yeah, a little.”

“We’ll be okay. Worst-case scenario, everyone rages out, kills everybody, and we get the blood bloom. We go home the day after with a mega hangover.”

Jisung’s casual, joking tone pulls a little chuckle out of you, but as you’re looking at the Moon, you start to feel a little woozy. You blink a few times, looking back at the land surrounding you, wondering if focusing on the brightness of the moon had maybe disoriented you a tad bit. But you stumble to the side, catching yourself, trying to mask it.

It doesn’t get past Jisung, who’s standing right beside you.

“Whoa, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing, I'm just... I’m light-headed.” You curl your upper lip back as you rub between your brows with the back of your index finger, trying to stabilize yourself.

No, no, no, please no.

Not right now.

Please.

“Something’s wrong, little witch.” his voice lowers to a whisper. “Maybe you need to feed again?”

Jisung's eyes, usually warm and reassuring, now hold a flicker of concern. The moonlight reflects off his face, emphasizing the lines of worry etched across his features. He's seen this before, the subtle shifts in your demeanor, the telltale signs of an impending thirst. “We just did a couple nights ago.” “You don’t call the shots anymore, she does.”

Chan’s sigh from behind startles you so much, you jump. “A brat, just like her mother then.” He looks around at the group. “I’ll get the others, give you a little privacy.”

“Hold on, breaking skin out here doesn’t feel like the best idea, especially Jisung’s–” You begin to push back, despite how much you were beginning to feel the ill effects of your thirst. The symptoms crashed on you as soon as you realized something was wrong. You’re hoping if you just keep walking, you can trick your body into getting distracted by the danger instead.

“The further we go, the worse our chances. Go, hurry.” Chan taps your backside twice, urging you towards the cover of trees as he walks over to the others. “We’ll start again in fifteen.” Chan tells the group, and they disperse, some sitting on the rocks by the cliff’s edge, soaking in the moonlight, others anxiously milling about.

“We’re going to need to go underground if we delay any more, brother. What’s going on?” Felix asks with concern. He's no fool; he's seen you and Jisung duck off, and the scent of blood lingers in the air. He usually allows others to reveal information at their leisure, but the sudden stop has him questioning what’s happening that he isn’t privy to.

Chan sighs.

He looks around briefly, making sure nobody else is within earshot and paying attention. He answers, his voice low, “She needs to feed, from a human, and Jisung, he’s...” Chan trails off, finding it difficult to come to terms with it himself. “He’s losing his power, wrecked himself cheating death so many times. So when she feeds…”

Felix puts the puzzle together before it's even been fully revealed, barely whispering, “He’s giving it to the baby, his magick, through the blood.” As he finishes, his expression changes, more concern evident as he looks to his elder sibling once more, “And then?”

Felix continues, “He loses his conjure and then? He dies? He’s mortal? I – what’s he going to do?”

“He doesn’t know yet, Felix, and you can’t speak a word. I promised not to tell. Am I understood, brother?”

Felix saves his interrogation for another time. He turns instead, wordlessly walking over to the cliff’s edge, hands in his pockets as he watches the streams and rapids below. Why would Jisung keep something like that from him? They were close friends, and with Felix’s help, he could try to find some kind of solution.

“Ah.” Felix’s torrent of thoughts comes to a halt as he chuckles, tongue resting in his cheek.

That’s why he hasn’t told him.

He knows Felix, stubborn and steadfast, would never rest until he found an answer. Hyunjin paces the cliff's perimeter, his mind swirling with echoes of his mother's words from the other night. The moon, relentless in its luminosity, bears down on him, causing his skin to prickle uncomfortably. Contemplation threatens his control, and the scent of blood intrudes against his will. Fangs dripping venom, he swallows the saliva pooling in his mouth. Joining his brothers at the edge, he gazes into the distance.

"Why's Jisung bloodletting?" he casually asks, his eyes fixed on the rapids.

"Stocking up for the fight," Felix responds promptly.

"Hm," Hyunjin rocks onto the balls of his feet, pulling his hoodie over his messy hair. "I don't believe you."

Felix turns to his younger sibling. "You're gonna have to for now." He kicks a small rock off the edge, the distinct patter echoing as it tumbles through the rocks below. "Things will make sense soon."

Chan appreciates his brother's adept evasion of the topic.

Hyunjin accepts the answer, for now.

He, too, harbors secrets not yet ready to be revealed.

"This archdemon—he’s got a nasty fixation on you and the pretty witch," he says.

Chan raises a questioning brow.

"He used a human sacrifice to reach Minho and mentioned her by name. I couldn’t hear Minho, but he was talking about wanting to have gotten further sooner, and pretty confidently said I wouldn’t be a problem but you, on the other hand…" Hyunjin smirks up at his brother.

Chan checks over his shoulder to ensure no one is within earshot before lowering his voice significantly. "Minho doesn’t give a shit about the relationships between us, why is he even bothering to check in? Santiago just owes a debt."

"Lysandra said he works for the Lee family."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Felix interjects, "Like he’s currently working for them?"

"I’m almost certain he is, despite claiming to be free from his assigned family when we all first met," Hyunjin affirms. "Minho is keeping tabs on us, he wants to gain something from this, Santiago is completing a job for him."

"Fucking demons," Chan mutters under his breath, his eyes darting back and forth as his mind races with disjointed thoughts, reminiscent of his wolf form. He exhales, frustrated, letting out a growl as he tilts his head back to the moon.

"The Blood Bloom," Felix declares, "Minho wants the Blood Bloom; nothing else would make sense."

"He could’ve gotten it himself at any time, could’ve asked his dad, summoned a family friend. Why use us to get it?" Chan drops his chin back down.

"That’s what I haven’t figured out yet," Hyunjin notes. "He needs us in this equation, and I don’t know why."

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Jisung gracefully pours a vial of inky liquid across his arm, watching as it miraculously heals over. He wipes it clean with a rag before turning his attention to you, tenderly cleaning the smudge of blood on your chin. Pausing for a moment, he lowers the rag, revealing a half-smile.

“Can I teach you something?” he asks.

“What do you mean?”

“Conjure. I want to show you how to do elemental conjure.” Jisung stands up, pulling you alongside him. The two of you stroll out of the woods onto the other side, away from prying eyes, until you reach the edge of the cliff. The stream from the other side continues, curving around the bend to where you and Jisung stand.

“When you’re near an element, you can borrow from its energy to conjure. It’s a good way to practice so you can do it on your own without the element.” Jisung kneels down and picks up a wooden branch, holding it out towards the water. He wraps his hand around the end, and you see and smell the smoke emanating from his closed fist. Jisung lets go, and the tip of the branch is engulfed in a brilliant blue flame that settles back to a regular orange, flickering as the flame works its way up. Holding the stick far from his body, Jisung steps in a wide circle until he's facing you. “Put the fire out.”

“What?” you ask, holding your hands out defensively, uncertain of your next move.

“Put out the fire, little witch. Listen to the water and focus.”

You close your eyes, pushing away the sound of the crackling burning branch for the running rapids instead. As you take in a deep breath, someone grabs your wrist, and your eyes open to see Jisung pressing the branch into your open palm.

“Jis—”

“Shhh.” He holds a finger against his lips, hushing you before you react prematurely. You feel an uncomfortable wetness in your palm, and when you open it, the damp end of the branch falls onto the ground from your surprisingly wet hand. You flick your fingers, and water droplets fly off, as if you had just stuck your hand into a bucket of water.

In amazement, you look over to Jisung, who gives you a smile before patting your back.

“C’mon, let’s get back to the others.”

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The descent down the mountain is steep and scattered with rocks. As a human, you struggle to maintain your balance, but Chan ensures you won't fall. The supernatural beings move with agile ease, navigating each step effortlessly, keeping their focus ahead. Winding through the trees, the land levels out, and the temperature drops significantly. It's icy, prompting you to zip up your jacket, seeking warmth. While the mountains are naturally cold at this elevation, tonight feels even colder than usual.

Lyra walks beside you on the left, arms crossed over her chest. Chan, on your right, remains quiet, pensive, and alert. Santiago pays attention to nearby landmarks, despite the transformed landscape. Hyunjin and Felix, a few steps ahead, are accompanied by wolves, their fur shielding them from the harsh chill.

The Full Moon begins to cast its negative influence on everyone, affecting your relationships. Jisung trails a few paces behind, lost in thought. His blank expression and slow, measured gaze scan the wilderness. His spirit seems unsettled, torn between the curse and the unease of the darkness. Muttering under his breath, he illuminates a wide radius, revealing nothing of significance.

Yet, a looming storm of uncertainty hangs over you all, a heavy cloud collecting above, mirroring the ominous feel of the night. The babbling brook's sounds intensify, prompting you to look around, attempting to ascertain its direction. The others seem so sure of themselves, you want to be able to feel that confident, too. You wonder, how must the world look from their perspective? How must it feel? To take danger head on, fearlessly with victory after victory, knowing what you’re capable of and always pushing beyond it.

After an eternity, the moving water comes into view through the thinning trees. The moon graces the foamy rapids, casting an ethereal glow on the wet, jagged rocks that protrude from the water. The dirt floor, almost frozen, feels solid beneath your feet as the group gathers by the banks.

"Who are we meeting here?"

Santiago looks around. "Something we call a coyote demon. Very few of them exist. They're the only ones that can guide you to the gates, or you'd miss it in plain sight."

"You're late." A voice hisses from the woods, spiking your pulse as you whip around, feeling its eerie proximity. Tree branches snap, revealing a terrifying figure. Tall, matching Santiago in height, the body hidden under a black cloak is disturbingly thin. The black, hollow, sunken eyes and cheeks, pale skin, and emotionless expression create an unsettling sight. No eyebrows, a hood covering its head with no visible hair, it glides over, a few inches above the ground, with no feet. It moves past you all to the edge of the bank, tutting to itself, its voice haggard and weak. "Late, late, late," it mutters as it kneels down.

Hyunjin looks to Jisung for an explanation, but Jisung shrugs, equally at a loss.

Felix is the first to approach the murmuring coyote demon. It's the first time he's seen appendages on it, long, thin fingers curling into the dirt. He watches quietly, squatting down a few feet from the creature. It's unlike anything he has ever seen or read about before. Felix can hardly believe it, having never heard of a species like this, never seen a creature like this.

The demon's head shoots up, a shaky, thin wrist pointing a bony finger across the rapids. "We walk, vampire."

The words weren't directed at Felix, but he knows he's being addressed. He still can't discern the creature's intentions, if it has any at all. Does it possess awareness? The demon stands up, gliding off the bank into the water, untouched by the rapids. The water remains still and peaceful where it stands.

It turns around to face the rest of you, its face devoid of expression, its lifeless lack of eyes freezing everyone in time. You've been effectively spooked, the hair standing up on your arms. Santiago turns to the group.

"This is where we part ways," he says, and Lyra steps forward to approach him. She's still uncertain about him, carrying judgments from the earlier altercation, but diplomatic she remains. She extends her hand to the archdemon, who shakes it firmly with a nod. "Thank you for your protection and guidance; I'm in your debt."

"And consider the Equinox clan free of all demon debts."

Santiago snaps his fingers, and a few red sparks and a black puff of smoke emanate. Just like that, the chains have been snapped on the other side, and the debts are cleared.

"Done."

He leaves, stepping off into the bank to join the coyote demon.

Lyra feels a surge of pride and confidence in her ability and pack for making the journey. An archdemon in their debt would undoubtedly prove invaluable one day. You begin to feel a little anxious at the idea of bidding farewell to the safety of numbers and to the sibling you had just reconnected with only a day prior. You hurry over as she turns to look for you, rushing into her arms. She hugs you tight, nearly lifting you off the ground. When you look at her again and notice the tears in the corner of her eyes, yours spill down your cheeks as she grabs the back of your head, pulling you in for another deep, comforting hug.

Hyunjin nudges Chan while they watch it all unfold. Chan nudges his brother back, and they exchange small smiles, understanding the significance of their family bond and the emotions tied to reconnecting with a sibling thought to be lost forever.

“Holy shit, please don’t die?” Lyra laughs through her tears, sniffling and wiping her nose. “I want to come visit you.”

“I know the best place for ice cream, and it's open all night,” you say, squeezing her hands before looking back at Chan, who nods with a small grin. He steps forward, “It was a pleasure meeting you, Lyra,” he says, nodding towards the river, “You ready, my little witch?”

You're brought back to the imminent danger, the pressing task at hand, and the figure waiting wordlessly in the water. You wish you could return to the cabin with the rest of the pack, but your determination to break this curse makes you straighten your back a little more. You have a family to protect. You join Chan, who takes your hand as you two step into the water carefully, and just as it did with the figure, the water ceases to run. It's still cold, soaking your body up to your waist, but it isn't moving.

“Thanks for the help.” Hyunjin waves as he turns and steps off the bank, following the others across. Jisung stands at the bank, still hesitant, touching it with his finger and shaking it out, shivering at how cold it is. Hyunjin drags him, stumbling and yelling in with him, and Jisung falls in, standing up, his entire body drenched as he wipes his face.

Felix remains the last one standing, hands in his pockets. He takes one step, and another, and another, to approach Lyra, until they’re face to face. She's silent, her breath hitched in her throat as she awaits his words. She feels his eyes as they land on the features of her face, taking time to drink in each one. The longer he has been in her presence, the less pungent her scent has become, unless it has just become background fuzz like his brother’s scent had after living alongside him for centuries.

“I look forward to meeting you again one day, under different circumstances.” Felix finally speaks, his voice soft, airy, and low, as his sparkling dark eyes meet her gaze once more. He wants to say more, to do more, but he can't bring himself to. He takes a step back instead, a small bow of his head as his eyes close, and he speaks, “Goodbye, Lyra.”

“Goodbye, Felix.”

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acronym-chaos · 5 months ago

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Phantom (Minecraft) Inspired ID Pack

[PT: Phantom (Minecraft) Inspired ID Pack]

[ID: A purple thin line diivder shaded at the bottom. End ID].

Names

[PT: Names].

Adrian, Aiden, Alaric, Aria, Ash, Asher, Astrid, Aurora, Bram, Calypso, Casper, Celeste, Ciaran, Corvus, Dahlia, Damien, Darius, Dorian, Echo, Eirwen, Elara, Elias, Elysia, Ember, Erebus, Faye, Felix, Fenris, Finn, Gideon, Haze, Hunter, Ingrid, Iris, Jett, Juno, Kai, Kane, Kiera, Lark, Leif, Lila, Lucian, Luna, Lyra, Magnus, Mara, Marlow, Niamh, Nyx, Oberon, Ophelia, Orion, Pandora, Persephone, Phoenix, Raine, Raven, Rook, Rowan, Ryder, Selene, Shade, Skye, Soren, Storm, Sylas, Talon, Thalassa, Thorne,, Veda, Vesper, Willow, Wraith, Xander, Zephyr, Zephyrine, Zora

Pronouns

[PT: Pronouns].

Ae / Air / Airs; Astra / Astral / Astrals; Bat / Bat / Bats; Clo / Cloud / Clouds; Dark / Dark / Darks; Dusk / Dusk / Dusks; Ethe / Ether / Ethers; Gho / Ghost / Ghosts; Gloo / Gloom / Glooms; Hau / Haunt / Haunts; Mist / Mist / Mists; Moon / Moon / Moons; Ni / Night / Nights; Noct / Noct / Nocts; Phan / Phantom / Phantoms; Shade / Shade / Shades; Shade / Shadow / Shadows; Sky / Sky / Skies; Spir / Spirit / Spirits; Star / Star / Stars; Sto / Storm / Storms; Twi / Twilight / Twilights; Veil / Veil / Veils; Wind / Wind / Winds; Wisp / Wisp / Wisps

Titles

[PT: Titles].

A Ghostly Specter, A Haunting Presence, A Nocturnal Flyer, A Silent Stalker, A Wraith of the Night, The Dark Avenger, The Dusk Dweller, The Ethereal Entity, The Ghostly Menace, The Haunting Phantom, The Moonlit Terror, The Nocturnal Menace, The Shadowy Apparition, The Skybound Haunter, The Spectral Being, The Starry Wraith, The Veil Wanderer, The Wisp of Night, [Pronoun] From the Night, [Pronoun] Who Flies in the Dark, [Pronoun] Who Haunts the Skies, [Pronoun] Who Hunts by Moonlight, [Pronoun] Who Lurks in Shadows

[ID: A purple thin line divider shaded at the bottom. End ID].

Made for @rwuffles' 700 followers event!

Day 2: least favorite video game character (sorry for all Phantom lovers out there, i dont hate it but its definitely bottom tier)

Also tagging @pronoun-arc @id-pack-archive

#phantom minecraft #minecraft #mc #rwuffles700 #id pack #npts #npt pack #npt #npt list #names pronouns titles

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homecomingvn · 1 year ago

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Any ideas for what a modern au would look like? Would the characters be any different do you think? If yes, how so?

I love modern au stuff, I definitely need to post some of the art I made for it at sum point :3c On to your question tho -

HENRY: Fairly similar for the most part, biggest change I can see is him being obsessed with modern technology, especially social media and the like. Big fan of tik tok for sure! For sure cried when One Direction broke up.

LYRA: I see Lyra staying the same personality wise, but instead of her trad goth look I can see her having a more mall goth look (definitely a prospect I wanna draw soon hehe). On that note, would absolutely adore Hot Topic and would probably work there!

ELIJAH: Barely any change at all if I'm being honest - still very down to earth, so much so that he'd still have a flip phone while all of his friends have smart phones. A hint of weeb - big fan of Dragon Ball Z.

SANDY: BIG GAMER - has a massive pc set up that she put together herself! Still runs DnD sessions but moreso over discord! Has a whole server for it and everything, one you definitely have a invitation too.

BONUS - NICO: Definitely a reddit lurker - always lurking in replies of anything and everything. Has sent you at least a few dozen 'kys' on twitter LOL. Would still work at a record store or something along those lines. If not that, I also see him being a bit of neet :3c

#🖤 - answered #💌 - abt henry #🥀 - abt lyra #🧸 - abt elijah #💋 - abt sandy #📻 - abt nico #♥️ - hoco headcanons #📝 - queued

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creepywrites · 1 year ago

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Real names

Jeff the Killer- Jeffrey woods

Liu- Liu Woods

Ben- Ben Lawman

Sally Dawn- Sally Dawn (formerly Williams)

Sam Williams- Sam Williams

Milo the Electrocuted- Milo Moretti

Lulu- Lucille Greatfield

Clockwork- Natalie Rogers (formerly Quellette)

Zero- Zero

Jane the killer- Jane Vaughn Richardson (formerly Richardson)

Mary Vaughn- Mary Vaughn

Jane Everlasting- Jane Arkensaw

Vailly Evans- Vailly Evans

Nathan the nobody- Nathan Lux

Crystal the Hidden- Crystal Lux

Eyeless Jack- Jack Nyras

Kate the chaser- Kate Hayes

Rouge- Heather Marshall

Wilson the basher- Wilson Marshall (formerly Warren)

X-virus- Cody Rogers

Lazari- Lazari Swann

Stripes- Eloise Bellarose

Kaidy- Kaidy Zalgo

Senora Zalleen- Pandora Zalleen s.

Rasika- Rasika

Nina the killer- Nina Hopkins

Puppeteer- Puppeteer (formerly Johnathan Blake)

Zachary- Zachary Gibson

Emra- Emra Aldrige

Bloody painter- Helen Otis

Suicide Sadie- Sadie nanook (formerly Bennett)

Roadwalker- Zayner Nanook

Judge angel- Dina Angela-Otis (formerly Clark)

Nurse Ann- Ann Mia

Randy- Randy Harrison

Sully- Sully Harrison

Keith- Keith Davis

Troy- Troy Green

Dollmaker- Vaughn Volikov

Svetlana- Svetlana Volikov

Vicky genocidal- Victoria Ross

Hannah the killer- Hannah Jackson

Lily Kennett-Lily Kennett

Hung iris- Iris Illman

Lifeless Lucy- Lucy Jones

Asylum Nancy- Nancy Adams

Chris the Revenant- Chris Myers

Monday Child- Christabel Smith

Laughing Jill- Laughing Jill

Laughing Jack- Laughing Jack

Toby- Tobias Rogers

Lurking Lyra- Lyra Rogers

Killing Kate- Katherine Knight

Lost Silver- Lost Silver (formerly Hibiki)

Cata the Killer- Cata Blackwood

Rotten Abigail- Abigail Walker

The Hare- Lin Wang

The Doll- Andrea Stevens

Raven- Manon Plume

Anna Schurks- Anna Schurk

Weeping forest- Jenifer Rhynes

Nightmare Ally- Adeline Abendroth

Red Death- Sifreid Gadriel

Gas mask maid- Marion Gadriel

Tim- Timothy Wright

Jessica- Jessica Locke

Taylor- Taylor Locke

Ellie- Ellie Aimoto

Labrador- Dean Lupei

Moth boy- Benjamin Miller

Starved angel- Lyet (formerly Matthew Lyet Campbell)

Sketcher- Sakura Aki

Sarah Erickson- Sarah Erickson

Hannya- Momoko Yamashita

Rosie- Dorothy Wilder

Hunter the proxy- Ethan Wilder

Doctor Irina- Irina Kennett

Deborah- Deborah Robison

Lucy the cannibal- Lucille Johnson

Andie Rosslyn- Andie Rosslyn

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moltenwrites · 6 months ago

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ANAGRAM TAGE GAME 1

Thanks @noxxytocin for the tag

This game is simple, each person has Ana anagram and has to share a bit of writing that starts with each letter of the word

My word: PALE

Yours: SPENT

P - Prasad did not back off. He pointed the blood stained sword at Salazar's neck. As Salazar began to stand, Prasad muttered a single word filled with the terror of a man who is seeing his worst nightmare come to life. ” What? “ He tried to compose himself, throwing a quick stab towards Salazar yet again. Now being in reality, Salazar was prepared to dodge. He flung his body to the right, only the wind created by the momentum of the blade touching him. Salazar silently glared at Prasad, his blade piercing through the wood of the display. “ Why do they always do this? “ Salazar grumbled.

A - A comfort that was familiar, a comfort that had been missing. Res’ eyes shot up. His head soon followed as he looked at the source. Lyra lay on his side, sleeping peacefully. His heavy breathing slowed to a slow, relaxed flow of acceptance. He smiled lightly. He took care to put her on the floor lightly, not disturbing her slumber. He quietly lurked to the bedroom and grabbed the pillows and blanket. He carefully placed them on Lyra. After he ensured she would sleep well, he readied himself for the day. As he was doing this, he thought of the night before. It was a quiet night. A few stories were shared, words of anger were spoken by Res, but overall it was silent.

L - “ Let us go see him. '' Nelios glanced nervously at Raven. Raven mirrored the nervous look. The men lead Salazar to the front of the bar. The walk to the bar was a far cry from the first time the men had been there. Instead of the cheerful dancing, dread filled the air. As soon as a person's eye caught Salazar they stopped their activity and stared. Salazar did not acknowledge these looks

E - Even through the hood's concealing shadow, the orange eyed man’s face showed visible discomfort. He shook his head and nodded, opening the door for Dimitri. “ Good, I was about to let myself in. “ He slipped through the opening provided, using his wide shoulders to stop the man from getting too good of a view of what had occurred outside. Dimitri shut the door behind himself. The orange eyed man stayed behind Dimitri, eyeing him wearily. Dimitri stomped forward and sat at the chair opposite of Izidor.

As always, this is all a work in progress, it’s all subject to change and all that. Thanks for reading!

TAG LIST, let me know if you want to be added or removed!

( also quick note, as to not flood you guys, I’m not going to tag for the rest of the anagram games that I have built up )

@thatuselesshuman @ddgraywrites @jjoneswriting @revenantlore @aintgonnatakethis @yourpenpaldee @illarian-rambling @autism-purgatory @the-letterbox-archives @theverumproject @gioiaalbanoart

+ Open, as always

#writers on tumblr #writing #writing on tumblr #howourworldended #souls collide #fantasy #writeblr #howe #writing community #writerscommunity #tag game #open tag

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eclipian · 5 months ago

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Midwest Angelica please and thank you!!🙏🙏

Midwest Angelica Keyword Headmate

pt: midwest angelica keyword headmate

reminder beings will almost definitely not turn out exactly as described, and these can be edited and changed as needed.

apart of the analog horror keywords

divider credit + picrew credit

“ Corpse from the Cosmos”

Name: Star , Starr , Lynx , Serpen , Serr , Lyrae , Lyre , Corvus , Corvu , Core , Virgo , Virge , Minore , Octans , Octan , Cain , Abel , Azle , Azazel , Fallen , Pseudo , Saint , Grave , Plague , Lurk , Nero , Piso , Lucan

Age: Ever Fluctuating , Cosmochro , Synchroflux , Zombieachronal

Pronouns: They/Them, Th✦y/Th✦m , Th☆y/Th☆m , Th*y/Th*m , Th⭐️y/Th⭐️m , Tape/Tapes , Film/Films , Broad/Cast , Corpse/Corpses , Cosmo/Cosmos , Dead/Deads , Space/Spaces , Alien/Aliens , Horror/Horrors , Analog/Analogs , Dis/Distort , VHS/VHSs , Foot/Footage , Lost/Losts , Dread/Dreads , Fal/Falce , Holy/Holys , ☆/☆s , ✦/✦s , ⭐️/⭐️s , 🌟/🌟s , ✨/✨s , 💫/💫s , ☄️/☄️s , 🌙/🌙s , 👽/👽s

Gender: Genderflux , Corpsegender , Corpsething , Corpseraised , Coseldrunholine , Infinirotic , Cosmicgoric , Horrorcosmium

Attraction: Pan , Sensual Attraction , Cogsagacity Attraction , Lupithestic Attraction

Other IDs: Aldercorpse , Mortivior , Bloodvior , Corpsepersepsque

Species: Human , Eldrorian

Role: Debugger , Fear & Panic Holder

Aesthetics: Spacecore , Science Academia , Labcore , Analog Horror , Digital Horror

pt: name , age , pronouns , gender , attraction , other ids , species , role , aesthetics

tagging: @bahtive

#build a headmate #build an alter #alter creation #headmate creation #willogenic #build a system #✦ member #🎼 mod 🎹#🎼orignal🎹#ANTI RQ #ANTI RQ headmate pack

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kanekoii · 1 year ago

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So...I was lurking around the deep depths of Aster clips...and ahahah...

No thoughts only Yandere Aster. Okay it was specifically this clip: https://youtu.be/vPdZAXOj3Pg?si=KcVVE5f2IJwsPE7F

Now here me out,it got me thinking....what would a yandere Selen and Aster be like...? Mehehehehehehe!

🥖🥖🥖🥖🥖🥖🥖🥖

lyra’s notes -> HELLO IM SORRY THIS TOOK FOREVER BUT LIKE SHDHFHJRJRJFFF YANDERE ASTER AND SSLEN HELLO IM HERE TO SPREAD THE YANDERE NIJIEN ADGENDA

pairings -> yan! aster arcadia, yan! selen tatsuki x gn! reader

genre -> scenario, headcanons

song -> dance! till we die - 6arelyhuman

warnings -> yandere, blood, violence, a little stalkholm (is that even how you spell it)

ASTER ARCADIA ->

god the turn from such a sweet boy to his more depraved and obsessive side. he’s so sweet to everyone until they get just a little too close to you, next thing they know they’ll be bleeding out on the cold ground. the poor person who got too close to you, their last breaths would be filled with regret and their rapidly darkening vision filled with his dark and almost dead-looking eyes. his normally bright eyes were dark and lifeless as he stared at the body of his latest victim. and you barely even noticed him as a friend, let alone as a partner. you weren’t nearly as in love with him as he was with you. yes, he was your boyfriend, but he needed to prove just how much he loved you by making anyone too close “disappear”.

maybe one day he’d get fed up with it, taking his handcuffs and putting one side of it tightly on your wrist, the other to a bed frame or table just so you can’t get away from him. forcefully feeding you and kissing you when you give in a cooperate with his deranged wishes. and yet you still loved him, maybe more than before.

SELEN TATSUKI ->

much less openly violent than aster. she isn’t going to hurt people, but rather she’s going to make the people close to you cut you off one by one. when you come running other crying and looking for comfort, she’ll be there. as you slowly get closer to her, she’ll confess her undying love for you. of course, she won’t confess to making everyone cut you off for the purpose of you being hers and hers only. that would probably make you not want to be with her, so your girlfriend keeps quiet about that. sometimes she snaps and hurts someone, but it’s never really life threatening. and you can bet their life will be threatened if they ever tell anyone it was your girlfriend.

she’s so sweet and adorable the thought that she may be doing these things behind your back never even crossed your mind. she loved you, so naturally she wants you all to herself. and if anyone was to get in the way of that, well, let’s just say they ended up in the hospital.

#lyr.fic #nijien x reader #nijisanji en #nijisanji x reader #nijien #yandere x reader #tw yandere #yandere x you #aster arcadia #aster arcadia x reader #aster arcadia x you #selen tatsuki x reader #selen tatsuki x you #selen tatsuki #bald.selen

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nathantheauthor · 2 months ago

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Originally I was going to save these and drop them as a collective 15, however instead I'm going to be dropping little tears and breakdowns for each of the first five stories to launch at random intervals. So for now, enjoy the first Arc of.... RIPPER INC.

The following Arc is intended to set up the core initial group as well as the general tone and some world building.

ARC 1; BACK IN ACTION.

CHAPTER 1: PRESCOTT DRIVE.

-the opening narration is done by Revver himself, talking about an event that we do not get to see in the main series but do eventually learn what actually happened. Establishing a sort of vaguely personal connection to the current job.

-We're given an overview of Prescott Drive and the Gent family having a game night, a hooded figure smelling of charcoal and burnt flesh lurking outside, Revver's thought continuing as he muses how this was. . . Not a pleasant night.

-we fully switch from his perspective and overview to Bethany Gent, the bright and cheerful gathering brought to a screeching halt as Jeffrey Forester smashed the window, his unique ability allowing him to paralyze most of the people with fear. You get introduced to the concept of Knightbreed, superhumans, right here.

-Jeff's ability is established to be nightmare projection, essentially allowing him to visually and audibly trap you in your greatest fears or most traumatic memories

-after her parents and brother are killed we get in intense Chase where Bethany manages to escape her hallucination, she doesn't manage to get outside without gaining a slash across the cheek giving a half smile on the side of her hair with a pink highlight.. giving her a somewhat reminiscent look of the classic Nina Hopkins.

-We get our first look at Revver, and initially we expect Beth to be the one in horror... But she's oddly relieved and Forester is in the one mortified.

-the first chapter ends with Forester taking a shot to the head and Revver bringing Beth back to his office building for protection. Ending off with a moment of a third party dragging off the "body" into the night.

CHAPTER 2: DREAM THEORY.

-taking place a couple weeks later, we're giving an opening shot of Maxwell Ferguson from his hideout in the slowly rebuilding town of Spokane (having been destroyed by Jeffrey Keaton during Wrath of Keaton).

-Beth is adjusting to her new home in the office building, staying in a room that once belonged to another victim of Forester, somebody she doesn't feel like she deserves to be in the room of.

-It is revealed to us what Ripper Inc is and that a tragedy had previously struck to destroy the original crew, Revver is actively working on putting it back together, expanding it.

-We get a teaser and foreshadowing for other classics pastas in Revver's files. The included pastas are;

Eyeless Jack

Homicidal Liu

Lexx (WhisperedFaith, and by extension The Rake)

Kagekao

Ben Drowned

Jane (The Killer) Richardson

-we are trying to Maxwell with a nightmare sequence, The Smile Dog corrupting and twisting his dreams in ways that have never been seen from it before. Maxwell's long term exposure to Zalgo's creation has forced it to find new ways to try and break him.

Journeying into the rebuilt parts of town and ending up bumping into another escaped inmate from Ferguson's Ayslum... Helen Otis / The Bloody Painter while getting over the counter meds in a desperate and futile attempt to ease the demonic presence in the dreaming world.

CHAPTER 3: PRODIGAL SON.

-We open with an inner monologue from Toby, the subject matter being about loss and a desire to no longer feel the pain. Diving into a bit of how lost he felt without Lyra and dealing with the grief that plagues him from somebody we finally get a name for. Jane Phoenix, someone with ties to him, Revver AND Forester, we get the context that he had returned back to The Slender Man so he wouldn't have to grieve her death.

-We're introduced to the structure and nature of the proxies in universe, and the sinister truth that Slender is basically brainwashing and puppeteering them, removing their stronger emotions to manipulate them.

-some of the proxy dynamics are immediately established such as Tim and Brian immediately trying to kill each other for events in their pasts, as well as how protective Kate is of Toby. Kate sort of plays the role that Lyra once had for him, she serves as a sister in the neverending halls of Slender Manor.

-It is revealed that Maxwell survived his encounter with Helen, as he's now skipped town and found himself on a bus out of Oregon. Barely any money to his name, and even fewer personal belongings.

-Slender is far from the only member of his family debuted in this chapter, as a tall faceless woman watches the bus leave Oregon. The mysterious entity seemingly tracking Maxwell for unknown reasons.

-we finally get a look at what Revver is doing as we join him outside of the forest Slender has claimed as his domain.

-Revver vs The Proxies. A prolonged, brutal but non lethal fight as Revver makes embarrassingly short work of the proxies, his untold centuries of combat experience and superior speed combined lead him to take on Slender's on site proxies with a brutal combo of hand to hand combat and even going as far to break limbs and or serve tendons. Neutralize, not eliminate.

-Revver comes faces to faces with Slender, standing over the beaten and bloodied Brian (knocked unconscious with the back of his own gun), Revver showing no fear at all for his situation. Slender is internally disturbed by what's standing before him, as he sees more than just a skeleton when gazing down upon Revver. He sees... A spiritual anomaly.

-A truce between the two is formed, changing how both of them operate but allowing both to coexist for the war that is to come, a moment of the enemy of my enemy. As part of the agreement of this truce, Revver takes three of the proxies with him. Rouge, Nurse Ann... And reuniting with Toby. The prodigal son returns.

-we catch back up with Maxwell in a Colorado gas station, his faceless stalker getting closer and closer as her presence begins to slowly distort his audio logs.

CHAPTER 4: ON THE PROWL.

-the chapter opens with us getting a glimpse at the one behind the mask, with Heather reminiscing on the circumstances that lead her to become Rouge.

-We get more context and information on what Ripper Inc is from a conversation between Toby and Revver, our current main perspective character, Beth, listening in. Sure, it's all information she already knew to do its public accessibility, but, it's also establishes why the group broke up originally.

-a lot of the melancholia's cut short when Revver announces the first mission for this new version of the company, taking them out of the United States and into The United Kingdom as they set out to chase down and permanently eliminate Springheeled Jack as he reemerges in the modern day.

-as they arrive in Gloucestershire rouge's briefed that her unique talents as a proxy make her ideal for chasing their current target, her equipment tailored to agile and swift overhead movement.

-Meanwhile, we return to Maxwell on his bus trip across the states, making quite the headway to Tennessee... However his symptoms deprived body forces his eyes closed for what feels like a moment and he finds himself lost in the woods in the English countryside. In the woods he comes face to face with what he initially thought was an abandoned cabin before the light of the fire place provides a dim glow in the night. Intentions clear as the path to the door is lined with white heather on both sides. A metaphorical red carpet.

-we finally get a full proper meeting with Maxwell's stalker, This tall faceless woman in a suit that mirrors her brother's, long black hair seeming to move like additional limbs at times. She introduces herself as Cynthia, lamenting on the ridiculous pension that her siblings have for odd titles, and how she opted to pick up a human name. From Maxwell's internal dialogue we get the information that everything she says to him is entirely within his mind, total telepathic communication.

-returning back to the group in England, we are immediately greeted to a chase as Springheeled Jack evades shots at him and Rouge's attempts to catch up, his mocking laughter filling the air as he gives a demonic grin.

-the chapter ends with the chase failing and a distant view of the Ancient Ram Inn greeting our quartet of hunters.

CHAPTER 5: FAVOR.

-exploring the Ancient Ram Inn, Toby and Rouge get separated from Ann and Revver, the spirits were residing within the old buildings Halls seemingly threatened and manipulating the layout.

-Toby and Rouge find themselves in The Chapel, Toby moving cautiously with hatchet in one hand and revolver in the other, the room impossibly extended. The duo come face to face with and end up finally ending the terror of the native demons to the inn.

-Ann and Revver find themselves at The Witch's Room, getting a greeting from an old friend of Revver's. Eslpeth. The ghostly apparition manifests, sitting at one of the tables in the room with a slight smirk. We are given more information about the original Ripper Inc during the interaction.

-picking back up with Maxwell amd Cynthia, the two sitting down at the kitchen table with a cup of tea, YouTube talking about the demonic dog present in his dreams with rather mysterious details coming to light.

-Revver and Elspeth begin a fortune reading, the ghosting winch using the cards provided to read the fortune of the four who have arrived, Toby and Rouge finally catching up to the duo.

-a series of cryptic but seemingly misfortunate cards are drawn, telling of many hardships in the near future. Finally, Elspeth gives themthe information they're after on the demonic terror that has begun to attack Gloucestershire. However, there is a price. She desires a favorite.

-Elspeth reviews that she tires and being bound to The Ancient Ram Inn, and that the only way for her spirit to leave these Walmarts and transition into a wandering one would be to possess or partially attached herself to a living being until she was 56 meters clear of the inn. However, there are only two potential bodies for her to hitch onto, Revver and Ann being impossibility because of their status.

-before Toby can even say anything because Rouge steps forward and finds herself temporarily possessed by Elspeth.

-we pick up with Spring-heeled Jack as he makes his way across town, his rampage leading him to an old estate just beyond the trees. His depraved laughter.

He breaks into the window, landing behind a large chair or a figure sets, the fire going out and she wishes in red drink in her wine glasses... Her eyes beginning took a load red in the dark. "It's rude to sneak up on a lady." Is the last line we get in this arc.

Join me probably later this week for a break down and teaser for the second arc of RIPPER INC...

Join me soon for...

NIGHT KIN.

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