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kangaroo-r00 · 6 years ago

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Sticky Notes: Chapter 2 - The One Where Everyone Destroys Stuff

(A/N) I can’t believe I’ve done this but here’s a second chapter to one of my most popular posts. My best friend wanted this so... here it is.

No trigger warning for this other than a brief mention of alcohol in the beginning.

Handwriting:

Jackieboy

Marvin

Schneep

Chase

Hey I've lost my notebook. If you see it then can you give it to me? I kind of need it before my show Saturday.

???

Umm... which one? You have a lot of notebooks.

The spiral one with butterflies.

You mean the one you set on fire while you were drunk?

What

You said you wanted to show us something "lit" and then set your journal on fire

Fucking what the fuck drunk me? Why'd I think that was a good idea?

I don't think you were thinking.

YOU THINK

Thinkception

I'm going to have an aneurysm

That makes two of us

You guys are absolutely sure I set the butterfly one on fire?

Like 67% sure

You set that specific one on fire.

I want to strangle drunk me

If you get drunk now one of us can do it for you

What no stop we're not doing that???

I have a full bottle of wine on hand. Chase get ready.

N o

So... don't be mad

What the fuck did you do?

You said you wouldn't be mad

He technically didn't

Piss off Marv. Schneep you don't understand, let me talk

Why is my lab coat tie dyed?

What

I thought it'd be funny in hindsight

You stole my lab coat, went to LA, and tie dyed it? For fun?

To be fair, I didn't know it got into my suitcase. We all know I throw random shit into my bag for trips. Marvin's fault it got into my room in the first place.

Leave me out of this

So don't be mad

Deja vu

But I accidentally set the couch on fire

Excuse me

You're excused

How the fuck

Isn't there a rule against no magic in the house?

No magic in any room except mine technically

Then why

It's one of those times again and I sneezed

That makes more sense

We needed a new couch anyway. I couldn't even identify half those stains anyway.

That's why I avoided sitting on or near them. And you made fun of me for it.

Not gonna lie, whenever I woke up from a nap I thought I was laying on a pile of bricks

But you're paying for the new couch Marv

Fuck

I just watched Chase pour soda into a bowl of mac 'n cheese on accident and them proceed to eat it and it was the most bewildering thing I've seen in a few weeks

At least I wasn't the one who poured orange juice into my corn flakes when there was no milk

Why am I being dragged into this?

I was talking to Jackie???

You've done that too???

Well I've seen Schneep dunk apple slices into spaghetti sauce

What the fuck

Well I'm not the one who dipped taquitos into vanilla ice cream

Traitor

At least I'm not the one who drank chocolate milk with spaghetti and meatballs

I've literally seen you do that too Marv

Shit

Jackie has put pickle juice in applesauce before

IT WAS ONE TIME AT LEAST I HAVEN'T MADE COFFEE WITH MONSTER

How have any of us survived this long?

To be fair Schneep drank it too

PSA - Schneep isn't allowed to eat rice for the next three weeks

Why???

Because that's all he's eaten in the last past week

We're not keeping the kitten Marvin

We're keeping the kitten

Honestly this one's on Schneep

How is this my fault?

You told me to drink it

No I didn't! I told you "Don't drink it!" You said "Don't tell me what to do" and drank it!

At least now we can leave him on the counter when he gets annoying

Hey I resent that statement

How are you even writing this anyway? The pen is nearly as big as you!

Spite

I can't believe Marvin turned Jackie into a ferret

Why are we even surprised by this anymore???

I told you I'm trying to fix it!

Is your definition of fixing cuddling?

… Not the point.

I can't believe it's not butter!

You're the one who bought it; it's butter.

I can't believe it's butter!

I can't believe you gave Jackie superpowers

[a picture of an earlier post it note is taped to the fridge] "Why are we even surprised by this anymore???"

Because Hen literally gave Jackie superpowers

It was supposed to speed up his recovery process, not alter his genes!

Technically speaking you didn't alter anything. Your potion just made it so Jackie could unlock his true potential. Basically you amplified the magic in his blood.

It wasn't a potion, it was a prototype of an advanced healing agent!

Potion

Is this permanent???

Yeah basically... unless you want to put his body under a great strain by trying to siphon his natural magic out of his bloodstream.

He's enjoying it anyway.

Of course he is

I can literally hear someone walking past our house while I have music playing at full volume. I can't sleep. Send help.

Of all the people I expected to break a lightbulb I wasn't expecting Henrik. I'd even suspect myself before him.

He fucking threw a full mug of coffee at a cockroach!

And the bugger survived

Are you mocking me with puns?

Unintentionally yes

How the hell did it survive???

Cockroaches can survive a nuclear bomb. Surviving an encounter with a panicked, exhausted doctor and a mug full of coffee isn't hard. Besides he missed. By a foot or two. The cockroach wasn't even near the light.

Can we just take a moment to appreciate Chase's smile??? Like it's so bright???

How'd this come up?

Just saw him grinning and realized how precious he was

Fair enough

You mean you do not have the goal of making Chase smile at least once a day?

I do now

What is this???

We're gushing over your smile

Sure my smile's great and all... But have you ever made Schneep laugh so hard he snorts??? Best. Thing. Ever.

Please no

Once. But it was one of the best moments of my life.

Honestly the fact that he gets embarrassed over it makes it twice as good

Well have you ever watched Marvin get so excited that sparks fly?

One of my favorite things

Especially when he doesn't notice and try to stop it

It's called being irresponsible and out of control of your own magic

It's called being absolutely precious

You should let yourself some slack

How about Jackie getting starry eyed over being able to help someone out

Bonus points if it's kids

Wait

The best thing I have ever seen

I smile simply thinking about it

How'd we start talking about me?

My cold heart melts a little

Please you say you have a cold heart but you're the one who helps bugs off their back

THEY WERE STUCK

I like how we all compliment each other when we need to change the subject off ourselves

All in favor of ordering pizza say "I"

Why the fuck did I hear Chase scream "One"?

Can we just acknowledge how conflicting it is to be trapped in Jackie's arms while he sleeps? You're being cuddled and you feel like nothing can get to you but you can't escape to use the bathroom.

Hey Marv??? Do you think you can turn Anti into a ferret???

Oh my fucking gods

(A/N) I kinda wanna keep going with this—

Also the food chapter thing is a whole call out to myself. I've done the orange juice in cereal, apples in spaghetti sauce, taquitos in vanilla ice cream, and chocolate milk with spaghetti and meatballs. I have put pickle juice in applesauce before but I didn't eat it because it turned green. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

#jacksepticeye fanfiction #jacksepticeye alter egos #jse fanfiction #jackieboy man #marvin the magnificent #henrik von schneeplestein #chase brody #antisepticeye (mentioned)#mentions of alcohol #headcanon turned story

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aion-rsa · 4 years ago

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The Silence of the Lambs: Brooke Smith on Surviving Buffalo Bill

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Brooke Smith has enjoyed a career spanning more than three decades across the big and small screen. She’s starred in the cult classic Series 7: The Contenders, had roles in blockbusters including Interstellar and featured prominently on Grey’s Anatomy, Ray Donovan, and Bates Motel to name but a few.

Yet to some, she will always be remembered as Catherine Martin, the daughter of Senator Ruth Martin who winds up being kidnapped by Jame Gumb, aka Buffalo Bill, in The Silence of The Lambs. Not that fans always immediately realise it.

“I don’t get recognized for it that much compared with something like Grey’s Anatomy,” she tells Den of Geek. “With The Silence of the Lambs, it’s more like ‘wait a minute, how do I know you?’. I would get that at the school my kids went to. They knew me but they just couldn’t quite figure it out.”

Smith was a relative newcomer to acting when she was cast as Catherine back in 1989 having spent her formative years as part of the CBGB New York punk scene. But she possessed one crucial quality: she was fearless. “I was just a gung-ho young actress who wanted to do something I didn’t think I could do,” she explains.

The role of Catherine certainly presented a worthy challenge. While the majority of Jonathan Demme’s film focuses on Jodie Foster’s FBI-agent-in-training Clarice Starling and her attempts at coaxing Anthony Hopkins’s dangerously disarming cannibal Hannibal Lecter into helping track down Buffalo Bill, played by Ted Levine, Smith took on the crucial role of the serial killer’s hostage, trapped down a disused well in the basement-turned-dungeon of his seemingly ordinary suburban home.

It’s her welfare and fate that provides the emotional heartbeat of an otherwise dread-fuelled psychological thriller. As time wears on, Catherine’s increasingly desperate and distressing state only cranks up the tension with audiences aware of the horrifying fate potentially awaiting her. When Demme first met with Smith to discuss the part he had one important question for Smith: “Why on Earth would you ever want to do this?”

“I did not audition,” she explains. “That would never happen now. They would never just hire an unknown actor for such an important part. He brought me in and explained to me what he had in mind. He didn’t have to convince me much. If anything, I had to convince him that I was going to go all the way. That I was really going to go as far as I could go as Catherine.”

She saw some parallels between her relationship with her mother – trailblazing Hollywood publicist Lois Smith – and that of Catherine and her own high-profile politician mom.

Smith also credits her friend at the time, Michelle Pfeiffer, with helping her get the part. “My mother looked after Michelle Pfeiffer, which was how we met. She was considering playing the part of Clarice. She had done Married to the Mob with Jonathan. She told him about me.”

Pfeiffer was Demme’s original choice for the role of Clarice while he initially approached Sean Connery for the role of Lecter. Both turned the film down, with Pfeiffer deciding the subject matter was too dark. Smith does wonder what the film might have turned out like had she signed on to star.

“I think of Jodie as very intelligent and analytical. There is something about her being so analytical that made Clarice so fascinating. It would have been different with Michelle, maybe more emotional. I’m not sure.”

While Pfeiffer rejected the chance to star in The Silence of the Lambs, there were some trying to dissuade Smith from her involvement. “There was one agent in particular who said I was forever going to be known as the fat girl in the pit. Which is…partly true,” she jokes.

Eager to immerse herself in the role of Catherine, Smith prepared herself for the experience of being trapped in a pit by locking herself in a wardrobe while ruminating on the “worst possible circumstances” someone would face in such a situation.

“It was a basement closet. I went in, closed the door and turned the light off. I thought about what it would be like to be in those circumstances. Stuff like what would it be like if your contact lenses dried out or if you had your period. I stayed in there for about an hour at a time.”

Part of Buffalo Bill’s modus operandi in the film saw him target plus size women. That created the first major challenge for Smith who was required to put on 25 pounds for the part.

“Because I had been a heavy teenager and lost all the weight to be an actress, to then have to gain it all back really messed with my head,” she says.

There were positives and negatives to the experience though. “I was in an acting class with Vincent D’Onofrio and he had just done Full Metal Jacket where he gained like 75 pounds. I remember him saying ‘make sure the studio gives you a credit card, you shouldn’t be paying for your food’ which I would never have thought of. They did actually give me a credit card and I remember taking Ted Levine to dinner most nights when we were shooting.”

But just as with any role that requires a drastic transformation, putting the weight on proved a challenge.

“It was physically exhausting though because of the weight,” she says. “And after it was done, it was difficult as an actress struggling with how I was supposed to look and getting the weight off. I ate a lot of ice cream and pizza and milkshakes. Stuff like that. It sounds amazing to most people but it did put me off that kind of food a little bit.”

Reading Ted Tally’s Oscar-winning script ahead of filming, Smith felt a sense of fear and intimidation for what lay ahead.

“There was this one line that scared the hell out of me,” she says. “When Catherine sees the fingernails on the side of the pit – the fake nails that have come off – in the script it just said ‘screams and screams and screams.’ I just thought ‘oh my God, I don’t think I can do that’.”

Despite some initial confidence-sapping struggles with continuity and hitting her mark during the scene where Catherine first encounters Buffalo Bill, once her character is confined to the basement pit, Smith was in her element. Getting in and out of the pit was something of a complicated procedure, so Smith would often stay down there between camera setups, taking care not to drink too much water in order to avoid any unnecessary bathroom breaks.

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“I would get myself worked up before we shot. Every day I set out to achieve something and if I got it all out, I felt great. It was like primal therapy. Just going as far as I could and releasing it all…I wonder if I could do it again,” she says. “I remember doing a real mind fuck on myself. At certain points they would take some of the wall away from the side of the pit and be down there filming my misery. I remember getting into this headspace where I would be thinking ‘not only are these people not helping me, they are actually exploiting me and filming me in this horrible space.’ It was just this crazy, extreme thing that added to it all.”

Occasionally, Smith’s suffering went beyond psychological.

“I ripped a toenail. It was nasty. The pit was made out of some kind of fiberglass. They had told me to go crazy so I did and then suddenly there was blood. It took a while for that nail to grow back.”

Though she suffered for her art, Smith credits Demme with fostering a brilliant atmosphere on set that motivated everyone to bring their A-game. “Jonathan treated us like we were the best people for the job, whether it was Jodie or the people in craft service. He had a way of making everyone want to do their best.”

As a director, Demme also wasn’t afraid of coaxing more out of his cast, and she says that he. “never thought it was possible to go too far.”

“There was a guy on set from the FBI who said he had seen similar things in real-life and I remember Jonathan saying that I should try to do it for all the people who are in horrible situations and could not get out. So, no pressure or anything.”

Smith recalls one particularly strange and intense conversation held in the pit when Demme looked her dead in the eyes and said “You know that feeling when you’re in prison?” “I had to be like ‘um, no,” Smith says laughing.

Away from Demme, Smith also found support among her fellow cast mates. Though she didn’t interact much with Hopkins (“Tony sort of stayed in his own world”), Foster proved invaluable in helping her understand the intricacies of filmmaking and things like “overlapping” on dialogue.

She formed her strongest bond and friendship, however, with Levine, despite the adversarial nature of their relationship on the screen.

“I respect him so much as an actor. When the camera was on me and it was my coverage, he gave just as much, if not more. He just had my back. At times I was in awe of him and asking how he did things.”

Levine has long since stopped answering questions about his breakthrough performance as Buffalo Bill in The Silence of the Lambs but Smith is able to offer some insight into what went into his terrifying portrayal. Levine famously drew on real-life serial killers like Ed Gein and Ted Bundy, but also offered up another, more unique perspective in his discussions with Smith. “I remember him saying he had a toddler at the time and he had observed how extreme their behavior could be. They act like they are going to die one minute and are then just so happy the next. I think he was tapping into something there.”

Smith remembers the moment she first saw Levine’s terrifying solo dance number as Gumb and how it blew everyone away.

“I saw it in the dailies and Ted did not go. I saw him after and told him it was amazing. I don’t think that was in script. He just came up with it. It’s totally terrifying.”

She does empathise with Levine’s decision to close the book on The Silence of the Lambs too, having herself endured the “strange” experience of fans heckling her with shouts of “it puts the lotion on the skin” a line said by Buffalo Bill to Catherine as he prepares her for her eventual murder. “It’s really hard when people only see you as one character and I can understand not wanting to be seen as Jame Gumb. I think he maybe feels like he’s said all he wants to say.”

Ultimately though, she credits the experience as one which helped her work through personal issues.

“It got me in touch with some stuff in myself that I had to work on,” she says. “At the time it wasn’t so easy for me to fight back as Catherine. Working on this film made me think ‘wait why wouldn’t I fight back that much, what’s my problem with me?’ I wrote a letter to Jonathan thanking him for helping me get in touch with that. I came upon some self-worth.”

A critical and commercial hit, The Silence of the Lambs went on to sweep the board at the 1991 Oscars, becoming only the third film to win Academy Awards in the top five categories for Best Picture, Best Director, Best Actor, Best Actress, and Best Adapted Screenplay. The film’s success “thrilled” Smith and only added to a sense of vindication in her decision to pursue a career as an actor.

“My mom knew how hard it was to be an actor. There was a discussion between us like ‘Are you really sure you want to do this?’ The Silence of the Lambs ended that. She had great taste in actors. To see her be proud was nice.”

Demme would go on to further acclaim with his next film Philadelphia as part of a directing career that continued until 2015. He passed away in 2017, aged 73. Smith last saw him, by chance, at a yoga class. “He was just his usual, sweet, positive self.”

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“Jonathan was such a great guy. The whole experience felt like he was throwing a party and you were lucky to be invited. It was a really special project.”

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scribeoffate · 7 years ago

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Question meme attack

Tagged in the question meme again- and in order to prevent @mygeekcorner and I from being in a perpetual question cycle (and I considered not preventing it tbh) I'm not gonna do more questions or tag anyone else. I am going to answer other people's questions- because cool! Lots of people participated and it was fun!!

@possibleplatypus used my questions:

1. Are you a single fandom or multi-fandom person?

Technically multi-fandom- but really I intensely do one at a time.

2. What fandom(s) are you in right now?

Yuri on Ice

(peripherally, Harry Potter, Marvel, Supernatural (ish))

3. What book or series of books (or author) from your childhood has had the greatest impact on your life?

Mercedes Lackey's Herlads of Valdemar stuff. I was that fourteen year old girl who had no idea that being attracted to a partner of the same sex was even an option. (And then I discovered you could be attracted to partners of ALL the sexes. Whatt? Mind blown.) I also developed a love of fantasy here that I've certainly never grown out of.

4. How long have you been reading or writing fic?

Technically speaking I was writing fic in my head for Star Wars at age eleven, twelve maybe? And even more technically speaking I turned a childhood story into fic for childhood games. But online fic- I was sixteen. (Uhm, so twenty years. Oh god, twenty years.)

5. What is your favorite fic trope?

slavefic

6. If you could be doing anything at all at this moment what would it be and why aren’t you doing it?

It'd be answering these tumblr questions. I'm that person. :p

7. What animal were you in a past life?

Queen Ant.

8. What is your favorite food?

Spaghetti and Reese's cups war for top spot.

9. Are you missing anyone right now?

I am.

10. Is there a circumstance where you would find it okay to take a person’s life?

Yes.

11. What is something you appreciate?

Being tagged in things too. :p Answering things, getting to know people. Sleeping past 4:30 am. ;___;

@katyaton‘s questions

1. Do you deal with anger internally or let it be known to all and sundry?

I really don't get angry a lot. But if I'm angry, everyone knows.

2. What was your least favorite subject in school? Your favorite?

Physics. I struggled to care about physics, but now I'd kind of like to revisit the science? I don't know I might like it more now. My favorite was definitely languages- I loved learning any languages and my linguistics classes.

3. If you could have one superpower, what would it be?

The ability to read in any language I wished.

4. If you could push a button and get a million dollars, but one random person out of the 7 billion + people would die if you push it, would you do it?

No.

5. If you found a genie’s lamp, what would your 3 wishes be?

I'd put that shit right back where I found it. It's a trap.

6. What is something about your physical appearance that you love?

I'm curvy in that hourglass way that a lot of people like.

7. What’s the worst injury you’ve had?

I've had a couple of concussions. Mainly,despite being so clumsy, I've not had that many injuries.

8. If you could live in the universe of any fandom, which one would you live in?

My inner fourteen year definitely wants to live in Valdemar. And my inner twenty-two year old may have killed to live in the Harry Potter world. Now though- I can see the merit to the YOI world. A universe where love is accepted in all forms?? Yes, please.

9. If you could meet yourself from any alternate universe (without knowing anything about the society they come from) would you do it?

Hell yeah.

10. What is your personal DnD character alignment (ie. lawful good, chaotic neutral, etc.)?

chaotic good, for sure.

11. If you didn’t have the biological need for sleep, what would you do with the extra hours in your day?

So much- that's like 8 extra hours a day. I would play more games, write more fic, read more fic, maybe become fluent in another language. These are all lies. I love sleep so much. I'd probably still just sleep.

@mygeekcorner's questions

My questions

1. What sort of baked goods do you prefer? Buns, pies, cakes, cookies, etc?

All of them. Bread, cookies, pies, doughnuts, cakes. Please to be putting in my mouth for enjoyment.

2. Who is a character that you wish you were like, and why?

I'd like to be as confident as Victor. But I'd like to be as hard-working as Yuri (K) too. And as unique as Luna Lovegood.

3. Who/what is your favourite mythological character/creature? (Both?)

Unicorns!

4. Favourite holiday and why? Yes, your birthday totally counts.

Halloween. It is an excuse to dress up, drink and eat lots of candy. (My clothes seriously come in pajamas, work clothes, extremely casual and costumes.)

5. Favourite natural phenomenon? Have you ever seen it in person?

The Grand Canyon. Yes. My sister can call it a hole in the ground all she wants- it's freaking PHENOMENAL. The painted desert and petrified forest were pretty awesome as well.

6. What languages do you speak? What languages do you wish you knew?

Fluently: English Pseudo fluently: Spanish Studied: German, Japanese, Mandarin Can count to ten in: English, Spanish, French, German, Italian, Mandarin, Japanese (It is a life goal to be able to count to ten in ten languages. I thought I was up to 8, but I can't remember the other one. So probably I don't remember the words. :p)

7. If you could change something about your personality what would you change?

The self-deprecating, self-doubting part. (otoh, is that my personality, or my depression? are they different? idk)

8. What countries have you visited? Where would you like to go next?

Canada and Mexico. Literally anywhere off this continent. :D (If I could afford it, Japan for the YOI movie would be amazing. I cannot afford it.)

9. What’s the last thing you googled?

"why does the word bananas mean crazy" (this can be blamed on a coworker. the answer has to do with apes.)

10. What were your dreams as a child, are they still the same?

I wanted to be an astronaut. And then an author. And then a movie star. And then a singer. And then translator. ...etc. And no, my dreams didn't even stay the same when I was a child.

11. Who would you cast to play you in a movie?

Me. Since I wanted to be a movie star once upon a time.

@tehhufflepuffinquisitor‘s questions

1. What was your first fandom?

Online and with other people: Animorphs.

2. Have you ever draw fanart? Did you ever show anyone?

Not a lot and only @artisticentropy has ever been subjected to that horror.

3. If you could have any imaginary animal as a pet, what would you want?

Unicorn!! :D

4. What’s something you did this year that your proud of?

We passed a thing called a "gold standard audit" on the first try at work.

5. What was your favorite game as a kid?

Viola :p (This is a made up game that my sister and I played. It's a very long story.)

6. It’s 3 am and you’re starving. What do you get from the kitchen?

What is there? Mostly a tortilla with chicken and cheese. Or I go back to sleep because I'll be eating at work in two hours.

7. Favorite holiday tradition?

On Thanksgiving morning, I typically have a few minutes to myself when I put in the turkey and get things started. I have a cup of coffee and reflect on what I'm thankful for before everyone else gets involved.

8. What is your most played game on your phone?

It's called Niki UP2U and it's a dress up game and I've only had it like a month and I am addicted to this madness.

9. What color we’re the last socks you wore? Do you actually like them?

Black. And I LOATHE socks. I am a sock-less, shoe-less person whenever possible.

10. How do you feel about adult style baby clothes? Baby style adult clothes?

I have no real feelings on the matter. Wear clothes you like, put your babies in whatever you can afford that they are comfortable in.

11. What’s your favorite chapstick scent?

No love for chapstick either, but cherry's okay.

#ask thing #question meme #hopefully i didn't miss anyones questions #if you want to answer any of these feel free #i'd enjoy reading the answers

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mizcalculate-miztery · 7 years ago

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A Dangerous Game (Part 2)

Warnings: Violence and language

“I closed my eyes for one second, and you tried to betray me?” That voice rooted me to the spot. Tendrils of ice lanced up my spine as the subtle clack of his shoes closed in behind me. The pen in my hand trembled, hovering over the scrap sheet of paper on my desk. I didn’t look up. I should have. I should have made some show of defiance or asserted control. But the heat was leeched from my body as he pressed his chest against my back and my thoughts and courage shattered leaving me staring blankly at the black ink.

The ringing sound that always accompanied Dark’s presence never left me, even when Dark himself did. It softened, perhaps. Sometimes it didn't. I barely paid attention to it most days. But it never left. The shrill tone hadn't left my ears since I shook hands with this demon. And now it melded with his low hum in my ear to create a sound even more grating than the ringing alone as he read what little I had managed to write. “I suppose you thought you were being clever.”

“I had to try something,” I said, surprised to find my voice even, if a little quiet. Dark’s hand snaked around and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. The entity always felt cold to the touch. But I had discovered early on in this “partnership” that he had control over just how cold his skin could be. And when his finger brushed my ear, his aura infected my skin and I flinched away with a gasp. My ear burned. Tears pricked the corners of my eyes as the initial heat faded into a searing cold sensation. My hand flew to my ear. The skin felt taut. I realized too late that in my attempt to get away from Dark’s touch, I had spun around to face him. He slammed his hands on the desk, trapping my body between them. I curled inward to avoid another brush with his frostbitten touch, but the noise startled me into looking up. He appeared to be trying to maintain his composure. But the echoes of his rage flickered around him in a storm of anger as he glared at me.

“Remind me of the details of our little agreement,” he hissed.

“I'm to do whatever you ask me to do,” I started, “and in return, you let me save Mark… and live.” Dark let out a small rumble of affirmation as his eyes locked with mine. The black irises felt unnatural and flat. Nothing reflected off of them. They consumed light. I hated them for how much they reminded me of Mark’s, but how cold and twisted they were in comparison to the warm brown ones that were constantly crinkled from his smile. But no matter how much I hated looking at them, whenever our eyes met, I could never tear myself away from Dark’s haunting gaze.

“What else?” I swallowed as his face inched closer.

“And that you would give me anything I ever needed or wanted. But that I can't tell anyone about our agreement.”

“Correct,” he said. “And what did you find out when you first tried to escape our arrangement?” Dark’s monochrome began to bleed apart into red, blue and green echoes of his body, and the ringing only intensified as our noses nearly touched. I opened my mouth to respond, but no sound came out. My heart hammered against my chest as I tried to force my voice to work. But the lump of panic in my throat choked me. Dark gave a predatory smile as he gently twirled a lock of my hair around his finger.

“I do not mince words,” he murmured. “And I choose my words wisely, unlike most humans. Especially when I make a deal. I said that you cannot communicate my name or intentions to anyone.” I struggled to breathe. His anger emanated off of him in all-engulfing waves, and yet he remained poised, smiling saccharinely at my labored breathing. He was revelling in watching me squirm. Dark reached behind me and drew up the note I had been so desperately trying to write. “Would you care to read this?” I stared at the paper for a second and swallowed.

“M-Mark,” I breathed. “I’m sorry. I’m so, so s-sorry. I’ve tried to tell you so many times now. But I can’t. I try to form the sounds, and I choke on them. But just maybe, I can tell you this way. Exploit a loophole. Mark, it’s-” Nothing was legible after that point. The only other mark on the page was a scribbled out line. The beginnings of a “D” that I had struggled against some force to write, buried under ink as my hand disobeyed the orders from my brain. Dark’s smile fell as I turned my head away from him and the note, ashamed. Ashamed that I couldn’t tell my friend about the power Dark had been amassing to take control and ruin him. Ashamed that I didn’t get away with the attempt. And yet a small spark of anger flickered at the edges of my fear, and I relaxed slightly despite Dark’s overwhelming aura. His gaze burned as he studied me.

“‘Communicate’ encompasses many different things, my dear. Verbal, or nonverbal, it doesn’t matter how it is done. The nature of our deal disallows you from sharing information about me to anyone. You cannot speak, type, write, draw, or pantomime anything you know to that idiot or anyone else.” His fingers wrapped around my jaw and I flinched, expecting the pain of his earlier touch. But his skin only caused me to shiver as his fingers brushed along the sensitive spot. He firmly brought my face around to lock eyes with me. His gaze narrowed at whatever he saw in my expression. “I took you for someone more intelligent than this.” That twinge of anger flared up in the pit of my stomach.

“Of course I knew it might not work,” I growled. Dark’s eyebrows twitched.

“Then why try it?” I smirked.

“I already told you. I had to try something. Mark’s my friend and I can’t betray him anymore. I’m tired of being moved around like a chess piece in your game!” I screamed as Dark’s hand tangled into my hair and pulled my head back. I fell to my knees as he yanked again. I clawed at his hands, but his grip only tightened. He sneered down at me as I glared up at him. A few tears escaped my eyes. Dark pulled once more with a twist and I shrieked.

“You are mine, now,” he said with a fury in his eyes the likes of which I had never seen. Red and blue ghosts danced away from his body, screeching. “I gave you a choice and you chose this. It’s too late for regrets, my dear.” He whipped my head around before throwing my hair away, sending me into the leg of my desk with a crack. Dark strode across the room as I groaned. I blinked the floor back into focus as I cradled my head. Dark stood in the middle of the room adjusting his jacket, and wrangling his aura back in towards himself. I propped myself up on an elbow, glaring at him.

Hatred. That was the emotion that roiled under my skin. It should have been fear. Fear of his strength. Fear for my safety. Fear of crossing him again. But I couldn't take it anymore.

“Fuck your deal!” I spat at him as I got to one knee. “I'm done!” Dark sniffed indignantly as he cast a glance back at me.

“You don't have a choice anymore.”

“Bullshit! I'm backing out of my end of the deal, so just back out of yours and that will be the end of it.”

“Do you believe that my deals are so simplistic?”

“What more is there to a deal?” Dark’s sneer twisted into a dangerous smile. I paused. That smile caused my entire body to scream run.

“Fine.” He practically purred as he took a slow step towards me. “If you so badly wish to be free of our deal, then be. My. Guest.” He towered over my kneeling form as I watched him warily. “See how well you fare without me. See how well you fare with me as an enemy. And watch as you come crawling back once you see how much worse I can be.” I gave a small snarl.

“What the hell can you do? I'm done being scared of you.” I flinched as a deep laugh resonated from Dark’s chest. I scanned his face in horror. I had never heard Dark laugh. In these many months as his pawn, not once had he truly laughed. But his laugh brought a familiar ball of panic up my throat as he sneered down at me.

“You will see, oh you will see, what we can do.” Darkness overcame my vision for a moment and when my sight returned, Dark was gone. My chest shuddered as I let out a breath I hadn't realized I was holding. I wheezed around the knot in my throat and it loosened with each gurgled intake. I was alone. Then why did everything feel so… wrong? Dark’s words repeated over and over in my head. For all my anger-driven bravado, the thought of unknown terrors that Dark could subject me to made me tremble.

I hoisted myself up and tiptoed across my room. I had to investigate the rest of the apartment. Something still felt wrong and the thought crossed my mind that Dark may have tampered with my home. Every nerve felt on edge as I peeked around the door frame. The hall appeared untouched. I crept along the wall, breath as quiet as possible. The lounge and kitchen stood just as I had left them. I stepped into the middle of my apartment, surveying the space. Nothing. But I was paranoid, and every squeak of the floorboards or sigh of the house made me flinch. I couldn't live like that. I couldn't be afraid of my own home. I closed my eyes in the middle of my apartment and listened. Listened for normal house noises, and for anything that wasn’t. And as I stood there with my hands clenched by my sides, straining to hear even the softest of noises, it came to me. There weren’t any unnatural sounds.

The ringing had stopped.

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