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polkadotjohnson · 3 months ago

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Uh-oh it's sad boi hours again…

What if Dr. Harper's nosy neighbor saw Lester before he went into his house?

What if someone had believed him right away?

(⬆⬆ that's the summary)

(Le notes) I usually prefer a fix it that's canon compliant, but even though this is a world where things like a monster that eats children's souls exists, and maybe even ghosts too, I still couldn't imagine a way to bring Lester back from the dead. I mean, I can't just throw a necromancer at the problem every time, can I? (...can I?) So I'm just going to turn back time a couple minutes before he enters the doctor's office.

This was supposed to be a simple get in, get with the hot guy, get out. But 10 pages in I realized it's never that simple, is it. Someday I'll remember how to write pwp. Someday. Lil bit more descriptive on the… saucy part this time around, although nothing that could be called 'explicit'. Probably? I don't know, I've never written m/f smut before 😭 I was born and raised in yaoilands (Your Best Nightmare's vague enough that it doesn't count)

Writing a nameless genderless character was a chore, with the Vincent stories it was my first and last time trying something like that. So I named this one. It's still second person though.

Like before, I've been writing this nonstop for the past few days (if I stop I drop 😔) and I can't sit on it for long or I'll never post it. Point me the plot holes and I'll try to fix them. Wrinkles will get ironed out with time. I just have to thank the fact that I finished one.

(Also I know that Lester's Boogie drawing comes from a page he tears from a wholeass notebook he just had in his back pocket but let's just say he had another drawing in his jacket pocket too okay)

Lester x OFC

Word count is about 9100. It's over nine thousaaaand

Second Chances

A Boogeyman Story

With the amount of junk mail you just retrieved from your mailbox, it takes you a moment to notice the guy in the Harpers porch. Normally you'd think it was one of the doctor's patients, but there's something suspicious about this guy. He's looking into the windows, slowly walking around the porch. Sneaking. That's what he's doing. He's sneaking. And while you know the girls are at school at this hour, he might not, and who knows what his intentions are. You don't think twice.

"Hey." He straightens up, his head turning slowly to face you. You gulp a little. He's tall, way taller than you, and if push comes to shove... Well, that's all you'd be able to do. Maybe you can get a few seconds by throwing all those Ginelli's Pizza ads on his face. You're pretty sure they're all mafioso anyway, you'd never give them your patronage. "Are you looking for someone?" Paulette, your faithful squire, glares at him right along with you, her fluffy white tail tangling on your legs. Then she just meows uninterested and goes back inside, probably looking forward to bothering her siblings. Thanks a lot, Paulette. Traitor.

The man sighs, and it's like he loses a few inches in doing so, goes back to a non-threatening size, but you don't let your guard down. "No, I'm just... finding the courage to go in, I guess." He shoves his hands in his pockets and moves away from the door.

Oh. So he is a patient. First time maybe? "Look, I'm sorry. I was just..."

"It's okay. I think I'll..." He looks through one of the windows again and shakes his head. "Guess I'll try again tomorrow." He looks so despondent that your heart breaks a little for him.

Well, now you feel really bad. Why do you have to butt in in everyone's business? You promised yourself you'd stop doing that. "Um... I'm no shrink, but... If you need to talk to someone, I've been told I'm a very good listener." Or screw that entire notion.

He shakes his head again. "I'd better go, I left my door unlocked." He takes his hands from his pockets, looking at his watch, and you notice something falling right on your feet.

"Let me get that for you." You take a couple steps to help him out, because it's the least you can do, and the paper that fell from his pocket unfolds on your hand. You swear you didn't mean to snoop. Or at least that's what you want to believe.

As he reaches out to take back his paper, you pull back, your entire self freezing as you look at the drawing. In a moment, all your suspicions are back. "Where did you get this?"

"What?"

"This drawing! It's Julie's! Where'd you get it?"

The man looks confused. "My daughter made this." He reaches out for it again. "May I have it back please?"

"Your daughter, huh? Your--" It's only when you take another look at the drawing that you notice the name at the bottom of the page. Not Julie, but Sophie. "Shit. Oh, shit. I'm sorry." You start to hand him back the drawing, and it's only when he touches it that it clicks, for the both of you apparently. You stare at each other, and it's like you're sharing something. Forbidden knowledge. "Actually, I think we do need to talk." You offer your hand, now that he's taken his drawing back. "I'm Liz."

"Lester." He shakes it and follows you into your house without another word.

He takes one step inside, then stops, a haunted look in his eyes as he looks at your walls. "Wh-when… what…"

You follow his gaze. "Oh, the mold? It started showing up not long ago, I think it's something with the pipes. I've been trying to get someone to come check it for me. You're not a plumber by any chance, are you?" You hum the six famous notes from the Super Mario theme.

"Ah… no, no." He keeps glancing at the mold and you feel self-conscious about it.

"Come join me in the kitchen and I'll make us some tea." You put the kettle on and show him one of Julie's drawings. Strikingly similar to his daughter's. That… thing, whatever it is. Lester puts them side by side, and even though the position is different, it's clearly the same creature on both.

"How long ago did she make this?"

You try to pinpoint exactly when it was that your daughter went from drawing cute animals and her favorite shows to something right out of Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark, which is something you'd never let her read. "I'm not sure. About a couple of months ago? What is it? Do you know anything about it?"

He's silent for a few seconds, but you wait. "I want you to tell me what you know first. Because you wouldn't be acting like this if it was just the drawing."

"I… it's crazy, I know it is."

He nods. "Yeah, but it doesn't matter. Just tell me. Crazy as it may be. I'll believe you, I promise you."

The kettle whistles and you fill up two cups of tea. You barely blow on yours and take a quick sip. Liquid courage doesn't necessarily have to mean alcohol. "Julie kept telling me she heard something in her closet. No matter how many times I shone a light all over it and showed her there was nothing there, she kept insisting. That or under the bed. Of course, I'm not a sadist, so I let her sleep with a lamp on, which isn't something she needed in years. She's 8 now. But if she doesn't want to sleep in the dark, she's not gonna sleep in the dark. And then…

"One night I heard her talking to someone. I put my ear to her door, hoping she was just making up stories with her dolls, even though she's past that phase. But it's like there was another voice too, one that clearly wasn't hers. The only reason I didn't just burst in was because it sounded… it sounded like her father."

"...Is he…"

"He died 6 months ago."

"I'm sorry."

"I kept listening in, trying to make out the words, but they were too muffled. Then they started laughing and I couldn't take it anymore and opened it. She was under the covers, sound asleep. And the closet door was wide open. I couldn't move, all I could feel was pure dread in the pit of my stomach, but I kept looking in, sure I was seeing something, but not exactly what. Then I hit the light and of course there was nothing there. Of course. All I could tell myself was that I imagined it all. That I was tired and hearing things. Not that anything of the sort had ever happened before.

"And... and I'm not sure what this could mean, but there were times when I'd get up to use the bathroom and I would be sure I was seeing something in a dark corner. Just two little pinpricks, like cigarette cherries. Which of course I justified as my sleep-addled brain making things up and nothing else. Then came the creepy drawings. Does every kid have a creepy drawings phase? I don't think I had a creepy drawings phase. Did you have a creepy drawings phase? I'm sorry, I'm rambling. I ramble when I have no idea what the fuck's going on. What's going on, Lester?"

For a moment, you think there might have been a speck of amusement in his eyes, but it vanished so quickly you're not sure if you imagined it. "Your daughter's in danger."

Your blood turns to ice, but deep down, you think you already knew. "What do I do? What did you do to help your daughter?"

"I… didn't." It's only when a tear rolls down his cheek that you notice how red his eyes are. "None of them. Annie. Scott. Sophie. I didn't believe them. They're… they're dead."

You open your mouth but no words come out. Then you touch his arm, but his gaze remains on the floor. "I'm so sorry." You give him a moment to calm down and he dries his face on his sleeve, the grief so heavy in his eyes that you almost feel like crying too. Then he takes a deep breath and sips the tea.

"You can't… you can't let it happen to your little girl too."

"I won't. But what do I do? Is there really a- a thing? A m… god, I don't wanna say it. But it's real, isn't it?"

"I only glimpsed it once. But it got to them. Sucked the life right out of them. Broke Annie's neck. She was just a baby."

"I'm--" You start, but he cuts you off.

"No, I'm sorry. I've said too much. I just want you to understand that this is real. I… I guess I needed to tell someone. I thought of the doctor because of what happened to his wife, but… you know it too, don't you? What it's like to lose someone you love."

You nod, your gaze going from the ring, still on your finger to his. "What about your wife?"

He matches your gaze, pulling on the ring and letting it fall back in place with a humorless chuckle. "I guess I forgot I still had it. But what marriage would withstand something like this? We never divorced, just went our separate ways. I don't know what she's been up to, nor do I care, honestly. The neighbors thinking we did it didn't help matters. Of course there was a whole police investigation but they didn't find anything. Nothing to condemn us, nothing to explain it. It doesn't leave any traces."

"I… I know you must be going through the worst time of your life, but I have to ask. Lester… can you help me?"

He fists his hands and turns his eyes away from you. "I don't know what to do, Liz. If I did… if I did maybe my kids would still…"

"We'll figure it out, Lester. If you help me, we'll figure it out, I'm sure of it. And then, then we'll kill a fucking monster."

Julie's voice is slow and cautious as she drops her bag on the couch and looks at your whiteboard, filled with words and doodles, and the stranger in her living room with Paulette on his lap. The cat adopted him the moment he sat down, and you can't help but smile at the way he's comfortably stroking her head. "Mom? What's going on? Who's this?"

Lester's eyes get impossibly sadder as he sees her, but in the next moment he's smiling. "Jules, this is Lester. Listen to me, honey. He knows about it. That thing. The… what did you call it? Boo--"

"Shh! Don't say it!"

"Oh, right. The PeePee-PooPoo-Man."

She glares at you for a moment, then bursts out laughing. To your surprise, Lester laughs a little too. "Nice to meet you, Julie." She shakes his hand, then crosses her arms.

"So you're a monster hunter. Which monsters have you killed so far?"

He seems to think on it for a moment. "Oh, I've fought everything you can think of, from zombies and vampires to aliens and robots. Even a demon once."

"Yeah, but did you ever win?"

He shrugs with his palms up. "I'm alive, aren't I?"

She scrunches up her face as if in deep thought for a moment. "Okay, I'll let you have that for now." Then she slaps her forehead and gasps loudly. "You believe me!"

Suppressing a laugh, you only show her an amused expression. "Took ya a while, huh?" Before she can retort, you get serious. "I do. And we're gonna do something about it, okay? I'm sorry I didn't believe you sooner. But hey, better eight than seven."

She rolls her eyes. "That's not how it goes! Look, I have lots of homework to do, but when I'm done we can go and kill the monster."

You open your mouth to explain that she certainly won't be taking part in any monster killings whatsoever, but end up just nodding. "Hey, I know it'll be a while til it's dark, but keep an eye on your lamp. And I left a flashlight on your bed too." After she leaves, you turn to Lester. "Do you think she'll be okay on her own?"

"Yeah. Because you believe her. What were you saying about lights?"

"Ah, lights." You point at the word at the center of the board. "From my experience, it's got to be what's keeping it at bay. She says she hears it. I turn on the light and there's nothing. Every time. I'm not gonna bet it all on it, but I'm 99% sure of it. The… oh, god. The shiny pinpricks in the dark. I was staring right at it, wasn't I? I think I'm gonna be sick." You sit down on the couch with an arm over your eyes.

"...Took you a while, didn't it?"

"Huh? Oh, shut up, you." You blindly toss a pillow at Lester, which he easily catches. "Thank you. If you hadn't told me I'd still be in the dark. Literally."

He's staring at the board, where you wrote the word LIGHT in big bold letters. "It makes so much sense. My kids had trouble sleeping with any sort of lights on, so we never even thought about it. I only had a hunch about the closet, because it's where I saw it. I think..." He deposits Paulette beside him on the couch and stands up, adding another word underneath 'closet', where you even drew what you think could pass as one. 'Pantry'. Then 'wardrobe'. Then 'cupboard?' "These are all danger zones."

You hum a certain 80s tune to lighten up the mood a little, and he tosses your pillow back at you.

"Sorry, sorry. Ever since Mike died I've been kinda… forcing myself to cheer up, and I get a little silly sometimes… like feeling the craving for some half naked, totally not homoerotic beach volleyball, y'know?"

It's only a smile, but you count it as a win, since it doesn't look forced or annoyed. "Really? Don't you think something like that would take your breath away?"

To say you're shocked is an understatement. "You know, you keep talking like this and you can be my wingman any time."

He has a hand on his waist. "Are you done?"

"I'll stop, I'll stop, serious mode only from now on."

"No, no, it's okay. I'm the same, kind of. About trying to cheer up. Except you actually try to do it, and you're way better at it than me. It's good to talk to someone so…"

"Funny? Hilarious?"

"Easy-going. How's that?"

"Eh, I'll take it."

He smiles again, and you catch yourself holding back a swoon.

Oh.

Uh-oh.

"Anyway. I have to go, actually. The way things turned out, I now have a project to finish for a client. Keep an eye out for the… the problematic places." He chastises you with his eyebrows as he says this.

Something about what he said strikes you as weird, but you can't quite put your finger on it. "Got it. I'm gonna barricade every single piece of furniture that has a door. Closets are cancelled. I've always wanted a bureau anyway. Um. Can I have your number so I can send you memes? I mean, update you on the situation?"

The smile is back, albeit shorter. "Sure."

You exchange numbers, and Julie comes back just in time to say goodbye. You stare at the door after he leaves, feeling her eyes on you. "What?"

"He's cute. For an old fart." She raises her eyebrows at you.

"Okay, that's it. You're grounded. Forever. Til the end of time."

"Uh-huh. Can I have ice cream? I finished my homework."

"Sure, bring me a bowl too. With lots of whipped cream, please."

Six months. Six months since Mike died. You still think about him constantly. Your heart still hurts over him. You sobbed uncontrollably watching your wedding videos just last week. Even the mere thought of being with someone else again this soon is ridiculous.

No matter how absurdly handsome that someone might be.

He just lost his kids, for fuck's sake. This kind of thing shouldn't be on either of your minds anyway. Plus you have a monster to worry about, apparently.

It's still difficult to wrap your head around this idea. But you've always been a good judge of character. Even though you thought Lester looked sketchy at first, you know he was telling the truth about everything he said after you got to know him. And it's not just Julie's imagination. And you did see it too. And heard it. You're sure of it.

You have a Boogeyman to take care of.

After tying a rope on Julie's closet's door knob and securing it around a shelf, you both take pictures in front of it with exaggerated poses and expressions, and you send Lester a couple. Almost immediately he replies.

Good job!

Thank! How's your job coming along?

Done already. Was just getting into dinner

Ooh what are we having? 😋

Some pollo lamen of the cup variety and the finest cheap wine I could find

Classy! Y'know if you ever want a real meal--

You delete it before you even finish it, and just send the first word. Later, you tuck Julie in, something you haven't done in ages. "Anything, okay? You hear anything and you call me." She nods and you kiss her nose. "Actually you know what, just come sleep with me."

She shakes her head. "We're not there yet."

You shake your own head in disbelief. "Where do you pick up that stuff?" Definitely not from the movies you watch. No sir.

"It's not gonna come tonight, it's okay."

"How do you know? Did it… did it say anything?"

She pulls on her sleeve and shows you her arm. "I don't have goosebumps. It just… it feels scary when it's here."

You hold her tight, cursing yourself for not believing her sooner. "Please come to bed with me at the first sign of trouble. Even if you just see a bug, or have a bad dream, or--

"Mom." She puts her hand on your face so you can look at her. "I love you."

"Ugh. Ditto, ditto, ditto." You hug her one last time, making sure the flashlight is within her reach in case the lamp fails.

It's only after you're under your own covers that you think about it. If it's not here, then…

You're lucky your phone is always within your reach.

Are you okay?

He doesn't answer right away this time, and you have a tiny panic attack. And when your phone rings, it jumpscares you to the point you drop it and momentarily lose it under the covers. "Lester?"

"Liz. Sorry for calling, I was having trouble typing. What time is it? Everything okay?"

"It's about 11:30. Sorry for waking you." You just hope his sluggish voice really is because he just woke up, and has nothing to do with the amount of wine he might have consumed. "Anyway, how are things on your end? Do you have any closets you'd need to barricade?"

"There's just one, but I locked it. Can't even remember where I put the key. What--"

"It's not here. The thing. So I thought… uh, I guess I thought it might go after you."

"Oh. It came and went away already."

You're not sure you heard him right "What?!"

"I…" He hesitates for a moment. "I thought it was them. Every night, Liz. Asking me why did I let them die. Why didn't I believe them. I… I wanted to… I was going to…" He takes a deep breath and exhales loudly. "No, never mind. After we talked today I realized it. It mimics voices. I yelled at it. Told it to go to hell and leave me alone. And I think it did just that."

"Oh, good. That's good. Well, not the part about... y'know. I'll… I'll let you get back to sleep then. G'night, Lester."

"Night, Liz. Let's talk tomorrow."

"Deal."

You hang up but sleep doesn't come. You go check on Julie every ten minutes. Until you can't take it anymore and just bundle her up in her covers and bring her with you. Of course your closet isn't secured, so you grab more rope and do the same with it. Sleep doesn't come. A million thoughts race through your head. How can this be real? What caused it? What made that thing show up? You should ask Lester what he thinks about it. Lester. You never imagined someone coming into your life and changing things so much so quickly. You feel so bad for him, losing all 3 kids must have been such a blow. It's a wonder he's still standing.

What was it that he said this afternoon before leaving? Try as you might, you can't remember. But it felt wrong. Are you sure you can't remember? It was--

Something rustles under the bed. You freeze, trying to remember where the cats were when you went to bed.

"Paulette? Dominique?" They usually meow when you say their names. It's a long shot but you try. "...Craptrap? That you?" He only sleeps outside and you know it.

Then the lamp flickers and goes out. Your arm flies to the switch but it's not working. You pull on the cord and it's come off the socket. "Shit." You're trembling so much your voice barely comes out. Your eyes dart around the room frantically, but it's too dark. Why didn't you put the drapes up?

At the foot of the bed you can faintly see something moving. Long hands, fingers drumming slowly on the covers. Then a head pops up and your scream is stuck in your throat as you hold Julie against you. You feel something hard between her and the covers, and to your relief, you soon find out it's the flashlight. You flick it on, pointing it towards the footboard.

Empty.

But you're not dense enough to think you've imagined it this time. It's a brand new, fully charged flashlight, so you're sure it'll last all night. Taking deep breaths, you try to calm down. But you know the thing's right there. Underneath you. If you try to leave the bed to reach the light switch, it'll grab your foot. If you sleep for a second, you might drop the light. You could set it on the nightstand, it's bright enough that the entire room is surrounded by a soft light. Then the thing would shake the furniture and it would fall on the ground. For a moment you think about texting Lester, tell him to come over with a truckload of floodlights or something; your phone is still right beside your pillow. But he didn't sound exactly great when you last spoke. Not only should you let him rest, if he showed up tired, who knows how fast things could go horribly wrong.

It's okay. It's just a 'survive the night' game, that's all. How many of those have you played? Sure, sometimes you died in the first hour, but you'll work really hard this time.

With your voice coming back, you start singing softly, hoping it'll help pass the time. You could play something on your phone, but the battery is below 20 percent, and you want to save it in case something happens with the flashlight. You glance at it. 1:45. Great. Only about four more hours until sunrise. No sweat, you know some really long songs.

Are those really birds or the thing can imitate their voices too? You move the flashlight as far away from the window as it can go without leaving that corner of the room in the dark. There is light, but not enough to safely turn it off. A few more minutes. Your eyes feel coated in sand, but you can hold a few more minutes. You're parched; you didn't touch the glass of water beside the bed because then you knew you'd have to go to the bathroom. And it's thinking about it that makes you realize one of Julie's feet is pressing hard against your bladder. You reposition both of you, careful not to let any limbs dangle over the edge. A couple more, just a couple more minutes. Birds are chirping, loudly now. It's probably a beautiful morning outside, too bad you can't see it with your drapes down. But in a few moments, the sun will be high enough in the sky that it won't matter.

"Unn… mom?"

"It's okay, sweetheart. Go back to sleep, it's still early."

"I have to go pee."

"Me too."

"...Oh. I don't think it's here, though. And I really have to go."

"Alright, alright. Stay here." Your phone's at 12 percent, and when you shake it to activate its flashlight, it immediately goes to 11. But now that you're dual-wielding, you feel more confident in going for the light switch. Keeping one light pointed towards the bed and another on yourself, you jump as far as you can, which isn't much, but nothing grabs your ankle when your feet touch the ground. You bend and shine both lights under the bed. Nothing. Then you reach for the light switch, sure it won't work, but it does. Light floods the room.

"Great!" Julie tries to mimic your jump, except she goes much further. You open the window and more light comes inside, killing each and every shadow. When she comes out, you put her back to bed. "I don't think I can sleep when it's this bright."

"Well, I have just the thing for you." It's right on top of everything else when you open Mike's nightstand. "Dad didn't like any light whatsoever when he went to sleep, so he usually wore this." You hand her the sleeping mask.

"This was dad's?" You nod. "Cool!" Even if it's a little large, it fits enough that in a couple of minutes, she's fast asleep again.

It's only after you relieve yourself and go start up breakfast that you notice you have a couple of texts from Lester.

How did it go?

Did we talk last night?

Okay, so he was drunk. And you can't tell him about your horrifying night over text.

Can we meet? For lunch maybe?

Considering I have one hell of a hangover

You feel the disappointment seeping from your fingers as you reply.

Oh alright tell you later then

You didn't let me finish. I'm in need of copious amounts of sugar and highly greasy food, so if you know any good, or should I say bad diners we could meet there for lunch

You just want to tell him in person, that's all. And there's something strange about him that you just need to know.

Do you know where Gotham Café is?

After sending Julie to school, you glance at your laptop. You have work to do, but there's no way you'll be a functional human being if you don't at least take a short nap.

You wake up before the alarm, it's still over an hour before the time you agreed to meet, but you go shower anyway. The closet seems nonthreatening in the daylight, but you still point the flashlight at it before you open it. When half an hour has passed and you still haven't decided on what to wear, you gaze at yourself in the mirror with a sigh. "This is stupid. You're stupid. What are you doing? You're a grieving widow. He's a grieving father. If you even think of hitting on him, you can just go straight to hell. And since this is not a date, you're just going to go with the first thing you grab." You reach inside without looking and take a red, very low-cut dress. "Well, maybe the second thing you grab."

In an adequate outfit and only enough make-up to hide your eyebags, you set off for your non-date.

"It was under your bed the entire night?"

"I think so. It was there for a while, at least. What if we just… slept with the lights on forever?"

"What if the power goes out? Besides, I thought you wanted to get rid of it."

"Of course I do, but… I couldn't think of anything. Nothing infallible, at least. Maybe we could just… attract it to a dark place and set it on fire?"

"Or we could shoot it." Lester sips on his milkshake.

Your eyebrows go so high up you think they're hiding under your hairline. "Uh… do you have a gun?"

"More than one. I used to hunt, me and Rita actually. My wife. It was a long time ago, but we still kept some of them. They should still be in a safe back ho-- back in the house, if no one ransacked it yet. Well, I don't know. If she did anything with it, sold it or what. I imagine she'd tell me if she did it." He snorts. "Who would buy it anyway?"

You've never touched a gun in your life, nor do you know the first thing about them other than passing knowledge from video games. "Okay. Alright. Um… would you do it though? I'd probably end up shooting my foot off."

"Yes, of course I will. Liz, I will not let anything happen to Julie. I can't. I'm… ruined enough already as it is."

"Oh, Lester." You have his hand on both of yours before you know it.

"The guilt… it has been too much. To think that I had the chance to help them, to believe them but didn't eats away at me with every second that goes by."

"You can't… you can't think like that, Lester. How would you know? Children talking about monsters and then it turns out it was true? If you had believed them, you'd probably be locked up somewhere by now. I didn't believe Julie either. Listen. You wanted to talk to doctor Harper, right? Well, what if you did? I mean, maybe not about… it… but other stuff. You can't go on like this, you know that, right?"

He shrugs. "I wasn't planning to."

Oh, so that's what it was. Your hands tighten over his. "Please. Tell me you'll talk to him. Or anyone else, for that matter. Someone that could help you."

His other hand comes to rest on top of yours. "I will. Meeting you… and Julie, it changed things. I could see him today, even."

Noticing how cozy his warm, big hands feel around yours, you pull back, grabbing your drink to cool off a bit. "You should probably call first, I don't think he takes walk-ins."

He nods and returns to his food. "Makes sense. I should probably go after the guns today."

"Do you want… I should come with you. What if it's there?"

"I… haven't been there since I left. Didn't even drive past it."

"Then I should definitely come with. Finish your… whatever the hell that is. My own veins are clogging just from looking at it."

"What, you don't want some? It's delicious, here." He sticks his oil-dripping burger in your face and you bat his hand away with a shrill laugh and a disgusted noise. "No, no, it's good for you, high cholesterol keeps monsters at bay. I'm sure I read that somewhere."

"I think I'll take my chances, thank you." He takes a large bite out of his burger, making a low, pleased noise, and you finish your drink in the hopes it'll cool down whatever it was that heat that crept up on your face, seriously hoping it wasn't the fires of hell.

"It's, um… guess she didn't sell it after all." The house looks long abandoned. Someone sprayed 'MURDERERS' on the front wall, and you avert your eyes from it.

Lester sighs. "Let's just get to the safe and go."

You follow him in, trying to suppress your reactions to the miserable state of the place. There are pictures on mantles, walls. One of two kids, a boy and a girl, holding a baby. You look at him, but Lester's fumbling with the light switch, then his phone. Feeling like the world's saddest thief, you pocket it. "You didn't take anything?"

He shakes his head. "I didn't need more reminders. Of my failure. The safe is in the attic."

You start following him but stop, only now noticing the several industrial lights by the front door. He stops too, looking around. "She's figured it out too. Both of us did, only too late."

"Do you think your wife's here? Hunting it?"

"Last time we spoke, she said she was going to stay at her sister's for a while." He kneels and connects one of the lights so it'll illuminate the stairs. "Guess she came back."

The sight keeps you glued to the floor for a moment. The mold. Just like in your house, except in much larger quantity. All over the walls. It looks like lightning. Like roots. You don't like to admit it, but you find it kind of beautiful, in the creepiest way possible. "Is that its trail? The marks it leaves wherever it goes?"

He follows your eyes and sighs. "Yeah. When I saw it at your house, I knew I had to do something. And even though I'm not exactly an action hero, I'm certainly going to try my best. C'mon."

You follow him up, and as you reach the second floor it's when you realize how much it feels like you're inside of a horror game. Or a movie. The cold, darkened hallway is completely taken by the mold, the mark of the creature. The only thing lighting the way is candles. Dozens of candles. Maybe hundreds. Some lit, others out.

"Rita. Are you in here?"

"Les?"

A blonde woman, the same you've just seen in those pictures downstairs, shows up out of nowhere with a shotgun in her hands. Or a rifle. You're really not a gun girl. She looks at you and raises an eyebrow at Lester, but you can't see his reaction, since he has his back to you. "Um, hi, I'm…"

He turns towards you. "I'm sorry. Liz, this is Rita. Rita, Liz." He looks at his wife. "She's being plagued by it too."

"...Oh, Les. You didn't… you didn't spread it, did you?"

He looks confused, and you step in. "We met yesterday. My daughter's been seeing it too, and then he told me about it. Your kids."

She nods. "Did you lose someone?"

"My husband. Is that why…? Does it come after people who are grieving?"

Lester sighs and leans against the wall. "It started when Rambo died, didn't it?"

You stare at him. "Excuse me? I'm pretty sure Sylvester Stallone's still alive. Wasn't he the shark in that movie a couple years ago? Well, I guess I haven't heard much about him since--"

"Rambo was our dog," he thankfully interrupts you. "Annie had been pretty torn up about him, more than the rest of us. Then it came for her and by killing her… made us susceptible too."

Rita nods. "Goes after the hurt and the vulnerable. Why did you come here, Lester?"

He points at her hands. "Guess we had the same idea."

"Sure, go ahead. There's one for both of you. The more the merrier. Misery loves company and all that."

You can feel her eyes on you as Lester leaves to find the guns. You point at the one she's holding. "So uh, what's the horsepower on that one?"

She doesn't answer for a moment. "...Maybe you should stick with the flashlight."

You can see Lester feels the same way, since he didn't even bother bringing you a gun. "So, any plans?"

Rita steps up. "Yeah. She sits in the dark as bait, then we shoot it when it attacks."

You raise your hand. "Um… objection?"

She sighs. "Why did you come then if you're not going to be useful?"

"Rita, stop it. No one's going to be used as bait."

"Fine, let's hear your idea then."

"...I didn't think we were going to fight it now, I only came to get the guns."

When it seems you will have no choice but to offer yourself as sacrifice after all, a gust of wind extinguishes every candle in the room, leaving you all in darkness. In a moment, you have your phone out and you point the flashlight at every corner. Something scurries behind you.

"There!" You hear the boom and your ears start ringing right away. Then there's a howl and a thud, and you basically jump behind the two hunters.

Lester approaches it slowly with the gun pointed at it. You can't believe his calmness. "What are you waiting for? Double tap it! Triple tap it! Hell, unload the entire clip on it!"

"It's not a clip, it's a--"

"I don't care!" He shoots it. Rita approaches him and shoots it again. And again. They both do, until the thing on the ground doesn't look like much more than ground beef. You never got a good glance at it, and now you won't. You wouldn't call that a loss. But you still get close to it, make sure it's not breathing, or regenerating or anything. "Maybe we should toss it into a wood chipper to make sure--" You turn around just in time to see Lester and Rita hugging, and your heart can't make up its mind if it's disappointed for you or happy for them. Now that it's all over, they can rebuild their life together. "I guess I'll get going."

"Liz, wait."

You turn to say goodbye and

The thing's gone.

So is Rita.

"Get away from me, you fucker!"

You almost point the light towards her voice, but if you do, it'll leave with her. Son of a bitch, so it was regenerating.

"Liz, aim the light below them!" You do so, and the thing's holding Rita in front of itself. "I can't get a clear shot!" You see something on the ground and grab it, hoping it'll be useful. Without really aiming much, Rita manages to shoot behind herself, and the thing shrieks and drops her. Then it pounces. At you.

With its claws around your throat and its fiendish face right above you, you now get that close up you had missed before, ensuring you'll never sleep without having nightmares again. Without wasting a second, you aim the small blowtorch at its face and pull the trigger. It screeches again, scurrying backwards until it's against a wall. Then the flame starts to get weaker.

"Rita do you have ammo for this one?!" In a second, she's right beside you, splashing the thing with lighter fluid. "It's not what I-- oh." It lights up in a ball of flame, its wails morphing into voices, human voices. Mike's. Julie's, and many others. Then it starts to disintegrate. But the flames aren't getting any weaker, and when they reach some of the mold on the wall, it ignites almost immediately. "Let's get out of here!"

Rita holds your arm to pull you up and Lester seems hypnotized by the flames, so you grab him on the way out.

It doesn't take long for the entire house to go up in blazes, not with how flammable that thing's mold was. Or whatever that really was. Lester calls the fire department, and when it's all over, you bring both of them to your house.

You can see Julie over at the Harpers, playing with Sawyer like she usually does when you get home late, but she comes back when she sees you. You hold her, getting soot on her clothes and hair, but not caring one bit. "It's over, Jules. We killed it."

"You promise?"

"Yeah. And in case it does come back, we can always get a wood chipper."

After showering and accepting a change of clothes from you, you leave Rita with Lester so they can talk things over while you put Julie to bed.

"So your boyfriend has a girlfriend? What are you doing with your life, mother?"

"Raising a smartass, apparently. She's his wife and he's not my boyfriend. Don't you think dad would be sad if I got a boyfriend so soon after he died?"

She shakes her head. "I think he wants you to be happy."

You watch her for a moment and kiss her nose. "Perhaps. But it'll have to be with someone else."

"Well, there's Mr. Harper, he's cute too, I guess. But I prefer Lester, he's a monster hunter."

"Okay, and that's enough for tonight. Who taught you to be a buttinsky like that, huh? No, don't answer that. I know I said it's gone, but hide these around the room, just in case." You empty your pockets on the bed. Several flashlights you got on the way home. When you return to the living room, Lester's sitting on the couch playing with two of the cats. "Where's Rita?"

"She went back to her sister's. Told me to thank you for everything, and she'll send the clothes back as soon as she can."

"Everything cool with you two?"

"Not exactly, but I think we'll be okay. Finally. We decided on getting a divorce after all."

"Oh!" You can't even hide the shock in your voice. "But I thought…"

"I told you, there was no hope for us anymore. Except now things are finalized, and I won't have to worry about unfinished business as I move on. It's what we should have done from the start anyway. I also made an appointment with Dr. Harper. I don't know how I'm going to talk around it, but I'll try." He stands up to leave. "So… I guess I'll be seeing more of you from now on."

"Huh? Oh, right, because he's right next door. Yeah. Uh… Lester… can I…" You approach him, trying not to give him the world's most awkward hug but failing miserably. But he hugs you back, bringing you closer and laying his face on top of your head. He doesn't let go of you even when you start crying. At first you're not even sure why, the exhaustion of the day, killing an eldritch creature and all that. When the words start to come out of your mouth, you don't even know what you're saying. "I miss him. I miss him so much, Lester. And I'm guilty too, for feeling things I shouldn't be feeling. I know it's been like, a day but I… I care so much about you, and… and… Oh Lester, I'm so sorry!"

His arms tighten around you. "Don't be. It's okay. I promise you. Let's talk more about this when we're both feeling better. Okay?"

You nod on his chest, feeling vaguely like you just got dumped.

He said he'd be seeing Dr. Harper twice a week, and from what he's told you, it seems he's been managing to talk about his grief without mentioning… anything out of the ordinary. He has no reason to go into detail about how his children died, no need to mention the monster. After all, he can talk about these things with you if he needs to.

For your own peace of mind, you got rid of yours and Julie's closets in exchange for a bureau and a nice antique dresser. And you make sure the touch lamps are always at full battery. No need to sleep in the dark and stumble your toe when you go to the bathroom anyway.

You love how Lester started smiling more after a couple months of therapy, more naturally, none of that forced bullshit you've talked about, and you've even come to terms with the fact that you're deeply and profoundly attracted to him, and stopped feeling like you're cheating on Mike just for thinking about him. Sometimes he'd stop by to say hi to you two, and sometimes you'd feel his gaze linger on the back of your neck, but you didn't dare hope for anything.

Then he shows up at your door with a couple of movie tickets. And candy. Candy.

"…Do you wanna go see a movie?"

You glare at him, your heart skipping a beat. "Y'know, I really thought you were letting me down easy that day."

"Why would you think that? I wasn't ready, is all. And I think neither were you."

He's absolutely right and you know it. It doesn't take long for you to get ready and send Julie over to the Harpers. "So what are we seeing?"

His smile widens. "Wait til we get there."

You should've known. Deep down you should have known. "Top Gun? Really?"

"What, I thought it was your favorite movie of all time. How can you not want to watch the sequel?"

"I… I barely remember it, if I'm being honest."

He laughs. "It's okay, you can sleep through it if it's boring, I won't hold it against you."

You couldn't possibly imagine a reality where you go on a date with Lester Billings and fall asleep during it.

Afterwards, maybe… okay, not going there right now.

And you don't have the patience to wait for a romantic scene to kiss him, you just do it the moment the lights go out. You imagine he had just opened his bag of M&Ms because when his tongue touches yours, he tastes like chocolate. You kiss him until all you can feel is his own taste, then you kiss him some more. It's only when you hear a loud "ahem" from the seat behind you that you stop, glare at the woman who brought her very young looking children to a PG-13 movie and wink at her. "Wait your turn, doll." You blow her a kiss, while Lester snorts loudly. You kiss his cheek and lay your head on his shoulder to watch the movie.

He takes you to a nice restaurant afterwards, where you discuss which movie was better, and you get a text from Sadie Harper with a picture of Sawyer and Julie camping in her room, with lights and tents and everything. You're so glad nothing happened to them, no doubt that thing would have gone for them too, given the chance.

When Lester takes you home and just sits behind the wheel without saying anything, you get flustered, trying to find the right words, because apparently you've forgotten how to do this for lack of practice. "Do you, um, I mean… I have coffee…"

He pulls you over and kisses you. "I love coffee."

"Oh, was that a yes?"

"...You didn't ask me anything."

"Okay Lester, have a good night." You unlock the door and he pulls you back.

"I'm kidding, I'm kidding." He follows you inside, and you don't even pretend you mean to stop by the kitchen for no coffee. You just go straight to your room, lock the door and push him on your bed. The lamp goes on, the light goes off.

"Are you gonna judge me for putting out on the first date?"

He pulls his shoes off with his toes, then you to lie on top of him. "Are you?"

"Hm, good answer." You remove your own shoes same way he did. "Now don't you laugh at me if I do something inappropriate. 'It's been a while' doesn't even begin to cover it."

"Trust me, whether you start jumping up and down on the bed, or start singing Bohemian Rhapsody, I'll be right there with you. Relax, Liz. It's been a long time for me too." He touches your face and brings you down to his lips, which you'd lie down here and kiss forever if you could. But there's so much more fun to be had.

You kiss his jaw, his chin and his neck. Where you bite, right on top of a patch of discolored skin.

"Ouch…" His tone is anything but pained, so you don't worry about it.

"I've always, always wanted to do this." You bite again on the same spot and he bucks under you, showing he's quite clearly pleased with the way you chose to show him your affection.

"Please, be my guest. I really wouldn't mind being your meal."

You don't think you have what it takes to keep up the banter, so you just take him up on the offer, biting him again as you unbutton his shirt, then changing to kisses on his chest, while his hands make short work of the zipper on the back of your blouse, then your bra. His skin feels so good in direct contact with yours that you lay down on him again and roll over, pulling him over you. His weight feels heavenly on top of you. Then it's his turn to kiss and touch and drive you insane. The way his hands and mouth tease you make you surge your entire body against him, begging for more. His bangs brushing over your skin as he lays kisses up and down your body has you swearing you're seeing heaven.

You rake your nails down his back without hurry, very appreciative that every hiss out if his mouth is accompanied by a thrust of his hips. With your hands steadily moving from his butt to his front, you don't know how to better telegraph what you're about to do, so if he's not ready, he'll have to say so. Then again, you've been feeling just how ready he is for a while now. When you finally unbutton his pants, he even lifts his hips a little to give you more room, so you waste no time in getting the zipper down and the pants off. He breathes hard in your ear, one hand on your waist, and you take his other and bring it to your stomach. He takes the hint and gets rid of your slacks faster than you thought possible.

You stick your fingers under his waistband. "Can I?"

"Of course."

You finish removing both your undergarments, then hand him a condom you've fished out of thin air. He raises an eyebrow. "I put it under the pillow earlier today, okay?"

He smiles. "Nothing wrong with being prepared." He kisses you once more, but focuses on putting it on and you watch enthralled and a little fascinated. His fingers find you first, and you moan in his ear, while enfolding his waist with one leg. His dexterity is remarkable, and it does feel amazing, but you're in too much of a hurry for the main show.

"Lester please, that's enough. I can't take it anymore." Without waiting for a reply, you take him in hand and guide him inside. Both your legs clutch his waist now, and when he moves, you cry out loudly and bring a hand to your mouth. "Shit!" Then you sigh, all tension leaving you. "I forgot, we're alone."

He looks quite pleased. "Doesn't mean they didn't hear you over there."

"Nooo, I wasn't that loud. Was I?"

"Well…"

"Fine, make me quiet, then." His smile turns into laughter for a moment, then he kisses you, hard and deep, taking your breath away, and despite the eroticism of it all, you have to hold back a laugh because your brain is a troll. Then he starts moving again and laughing is the furthest thing from your mind.

When he stops kissing you, you're good to control your voice, and you just watch him, his big, dark eyes, his nose, chin, the very shape of his face, and you gaze in wonder at his pure, raw beauty. You card your fingers through his bangs, smiling as you rest your hand on that beautiful face of his. He kisses your palm then places both your arms around his neck and sits up, pulling you on his lap. "Oh, shit, I'm gonna start screaming again."

He chuckles. "It's okay, it really wasn't that loud."

"No, I don't trust myself." You take one of his hands from your waist and bring his fingers to your mouth, sucking delicately on the tip and reveling on the noises coming from his own throat when you tongue the digits to the end.

He thrusts up and you push down, soon forgetting all about keeping quiet, hiding your face on his neck and biting again, biting and sucking him into your mouth, leaving your mark so everyone knows he's yours and you don't want to deal with that possessive thought right now, thank you.

When he lays you down again, he doesn't come back with you, instead driving hard into you until you completely melt around him. When you focus again, he's tossing the condom in the bin beside your bed. "Nooo, did I miss it?" You can't believe how lethargic you sound.

He comes back and lies beside you, kissing your forehead. "With the way your legs were clamped around me, I don't think you've missed anything."

"Yeah but... I didn't see your 'o' face."

His laugh sounds absolutely delighted. "Next time I'll perform just for you so you won't miss it then."

You're way too drowsy to understand what that means, so you just pull him into a cuddle, brushing his bangs up and away from his sweaty forehead. "Your hair is so pretty."

He kisses you one last time. "The way you sound completely wasted when you're sleepy is very adorable and a little disturbing. I wanted to tell you something, but I guess it can wait til tomorrow."

You're so tired that you just can't figure out why it is that his words send a shiver of excitement down your spine. So you just pull him closer, and close your eyes.

And when he tells you he loves you over breakfast in bed, you can't wait to count the ways you have to show him how much you love him too.

It's this exchange that finally gives you the courage to show him the picture you took from his house that day that now seems so long ago. And you'd almost feel bad for making him cry, if it weren't for how happy he looks.

Last year when you met, it had just passed, but this year you'll get to celebrate Halloween together, and after much debate, you've finally settled on costumes you all can agree on. Lester is Cesare, you're Jane and Julie is the cutest Dr. Caligari you've ever seen. And even though the dress ended up being a little tight around your waist and you won't be able to indulge in any alcohol at the party, with your beautiful somnambulist and your lovely mad scientist beside you, you know it's gonna be the best party of your life.

end.

Guess Lester's my boyfriend now ._.

(Le end notes) Yes, I know, a derelict house that ends up in flames. Again. In my defense, I promise I wasn't even thinking of the Boogeyman house when I wrote Inamourada, nor did I think I was ever gonna write a story for Lester. Vincent's house was inspired by the one in the game Exmortis, which I was obsessed with, way back in the day. I'll… I'll try not to write the same thing again next time.

Welp, sorry for stealing your thunder, Harpers. Hope you get to heal without the catharsis of killing a monster together.

(btw it's triplets lizzy better schedule a c-section =_=v) <- posted with this spoiler in the tags for some reason fml fuck. my. life.

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Yandere Stobotnik x Platonic Reader Chapter 2: The man

TW: Kidnapping, Threatening, Emotional manipulation. Kind of a mental breakdown/ anxiety attack?

You woke up without Maddie or Ozzy in the house, leaving it to feel empty. You were colder without Ozzy to lay on, and nothing other than Tom taking a shower could be heard. You checked the time, 6:52. I guess Tom took the day off to pack and get ready for San Francisco? You got up and got dressed in matching clothing, which soothed you a little bit.

You got downstairs and decided to go and make breakfast, which lead to slightly singed pancakes, but a meal you made yourself. Tom finished and was dressed in a casual outfit when he got downstairs and smiled when he saw that you made breakfast for him. You looked at him questioningly, "D- Did you take the day off or?" He sat down, "I asked to come in a little later today since I had to drive Maddie." You nodded, "Ah, that makes more sense. What time are you coming in?" He finished the bite he was chewing and then replied, "Around lunchtime, don't worry though, I won't arrive then take my lunch break, I'll eat here."

You nodded and finished the bite you were eating before asking another question. "You think Maddie's over there by now?" "Yeah, I think so, I believe her flight arrived at 6:30, but I might be wrong so why don't we call her later today and find out?" "Have you seen anything weird lately?" He paused and asked for clarification, "What do you mean?" "Like have you seen anything like a quill but it was to big to be a normal hedgehog's quill, or a slightly anthropomorphic hedgehog?" He paused and looked at you incredulously.

"D- did you know I picked up a quill yesterday?" You almost dropped your fork and knife in surprise, "What?" Your heart was fluttering, in a bad way. "Yeah, I saw it while I was at the speed trap. Oh! And one thing, I had my speedometer go off twice with high numbers." "D-do you think that maybe those are connected, I saw something weird yesterday." "What did you see?" You explained that both you and Maddie didn't know what it was that you saw. "Maybe it's aliens?" Tom joked. "Me and Maddie said the same thing, maybe it's a sign to get the heck out of dodge." You hummed a agreement out and finished the meal in silence with each other. It felt wrong without her or Ozzy.

You washed the dishes when you were done and then got started packing the books in your room, at around 8:30, Tom calls you down. "On the phone with Maddie!" You rushed downstairs to join the conversation.

"Whatcha' doing?" You asked, curious. "Just drawing, with Jojo, And Rachel." "Has she -she being Rachel- convinced you to leave me yet?" "No, but she wants me to check your phone for dating apps." "Good luck, the only apps I have are the ones that came with my phone." A moment of silence, then, "And the Olive Garden app," You pitched in on the "Cause' when you're there, you're family." Tom was remined of something, and said "Hey fascinating stuff here, we got a power outage."

"Oh, that's interesting ...." A clatter outside was heard, Tom looked at you momentarily before deciding it was racoons. He moved to the drawer with the tranquilizer in it while still continuing to speak, "Hey, how much does the racoon need before sleeping, Greenhill's finest Vet?" "Tom, That's for bears-" He finished setting up the gun to shoot, "Perfect, then it'll work." A gasp could be heard through the phone, "TOM!" He hung up on Maddie, leaving her to wonder what he was going to do to the poor racoons.

You followed Tom to see what that was, maybe it's what I saw yesterday? Hm, unlikely, but still. We walked out to the garage, I walked behind Tom, who was ready to bust down the door. He kicked it in yelling "SFPD!" You chimed in, "Pending background check!" You both rushed inside and there it was, the ?hedgehog?. "Um, Meow?" Tom shot him with the tranquilizer in surprise, leading the ?hedgehog? to drop the thing that he was holding and create a ?portal? to the top of a building.

You walked back in shock, what the. The ?hedgehog? flopped to the floor and dropped the bag that he was holding. You watched the bag fall into the ?portal? created on the floor and land on the building. You and Tom watched in shock as the portal closed in on itself. You shared a look and then Tom seemed to have broken out of his stupor.

Tom grabbed the thing and shoved it in an animal cage that Maddie left in the garage. You got out of your frozen state when he handed you the tranquilizer gun. You held it until you two got into the house, then you put it on the cabinet. You and Tom had a moment of silence before he stuttered something out to himself. "Wh-what the fuck is that?" You sat down, and watched the thing breathe for a beat before saying something. "I think that this is what I saw."

He turned and looked at you, "Really?" You looked at him, "Yes." There was a pause as you both thought about what to say to each other. "I think we should call it a hedgehog." "Why?" You turned back to the thing in the cage. "Because that's what I've been calling it in my mind." He chuckled a little bit, "I don't mean to laugh, it's just that you're delivery was funny to me for some reason." You shrugged. "Gotta have humor in serious situations."

The silence was starting to settle in like a heavy, weighted, blanket amongst you two. Tom, done with the silence, beckoned to you to get up and talk to him. You got up from your seat and walked over to him. You both put your back to the hedgehog and were going to call Maddie before you heard the cage door opening and you stopped Tom.

You both turned around, shocked -even though you both were pretty sure he opened the door- to find that he escaped from the cage. "hgn, What happened?" You gasped and stepped back again. Tom walked to the hedgehog and asked "What are you?" "A hedgehog?" It asked the incredulously, like in disbelief that someone wouldn't know what it is. There was commotion outside, and it ran to the window. "Oh no, they found me again."

You raised your eyebrows, "Again?" It turned to you, "Yes, again." It turned to Tom, "You've got to help me, Donut Lord." The commotions stopped. "Why should I help you?" "Because you shot me, and this is life or death." Tom looked in distress between you and the hedgehog. "You, Room, HIDE." You pointed to the hedgehog and Tom rephrased the sentence, "It- Attic, You- Room."

You went up the stairs and pretended to go inside your room. You could hear Tom open the door, and talk to someone outside. You didn't hear much though, only little snippets. You tried inching closer, but remembered the floorboards are creaky, and that would tell them that you are there. "So tell me why I should let you inside my house?" You put your hand to your mouth, What? Is someone trying to get in? "Are you aware of ..." Something came in through the window, which made you stand up in alarm. The floor boards creaked as you walked -more like ran- to your closet to hide.

What the fuck?

It was silent for a few minutes, most likely seconds but your impatience left you thinking it was longer -as far as you heard at least- before you heard thumping ?down? the stairs. You waited a few beats, and then you could hear a scream momentarily and then rapid fire gunshots with glass breaking.

You shut your eyes, you were panic stricken, and waited until you could hear something. It was minutes, -you counted to try and calm yourself- before you heard something come ?up? the stairs. You heard two pairs of feet, which meant it was likely two people who were here. Doors were flung open and you could hear that they were getting closer to where you were hiding.

Your bedroom door was busted open and then you could hear that they were right outside the closet door. "Hey, Doctor? Are you sure that someone was here?" A fluttering was heard as someone turned around. "Of course I am sure that someone was here." They flung open the door to your closet revealing you to them, as they did though, they kept talking. "Did you doubt my robots, Stone?"

'Stone' -at least as far as you knew, they were named Stone- pointed to you, and smiled at the 'Doctor'. "Of course not, Doctor." Doctor -this time you knew for sure who was who- grabbed your arm violently and pulled you up to them. "Now, adolescent, we need you to come with us to the police department." Dear god, he's scary. "O-okay. W-where's Tom?" Stone's eyes flicked to Doctor then to you. Doctor just let go of you and walked away.

Stone stayed behind and put a hand on your shoulder to try to comfort you. "Tom is- Tom is unavailable currently." Stone then lead you downstairs where you saw a catastrophe of a house. The table was broken, glass shards were everywhere, bullet holes riddled the walls and floor. Stone was preoccupied with something outside, which left you alone in the house. What happened? Is he dead? Who are these people? You saw that the tranquilizer was still on the counter where you left it, and you compulsively grabbed it and put it in your pocket.

Stone entered again to drag you away from the mess that was now your house. There were two large trucks outside where Doctor was standing outside one of them, impatiently waiting and tapping his foot. Stone explained "I had driven one of the trucks to investigate one area, and the Doctor had driven the other to investigate here, but now he wants to drive you down to the police station and investigate there, while I drive the other back to base. So, you'll be driving with him." Base?

"O-okay." You got into the truck with Doctor in tow and sat down in one of the seats, and odd one since it was your lucky number and you needed all the luck you could get. "No. Sit somewhere else." The Doctor ordered you, so you sat in the next seat that was your lucky number -another odd number-, but that wasn't good enough for the Doctor. "Sit down beside me then, if you can't sit in the right place."

So you did just that, you sat down beside him and yelled at him from inside your mind. Excuse me what? I can sit down in the right spot. I was sitting down to get luck, and it wasn't in the way of anything or anyone so I was in the right, you are in the wrong.

Your thoughts of anger were quickly burst when Doctor asked you why you sat in the wrong place. "I sat in the luck number spot." "What do you mean?" You shrugged, "It was my lucky number where I sat, and you're kind of scary so I need all the luck I can get." He huffed. "I don't see why you think that. Luck doesn't exist, it's just a construct we created, all there is is probability. " You swallowed, I have to tread carefully. "I don't know why I think that way either."

You quickly arrived at the police department, much to your relief, and got out of the truck. Wade's car was outside, alongside a few black cars, none of which you recognized. You entered the air conditioned police station in tow of the Doctor. Wade was surrounded by some people in black suits. Wade looked discombobulated and also looked like he was about to cry. You walked over to Wade, who looked at you in concern. "I thought Tom wasn't going to show up for a while today." You sat down at a chair, "Yeah, well um." You leaned towards him, and started whispering. "I think Tom's dead, and these guys-" You gestured to the men, "Had something to do with it."

He whispered to you, "You think Tom's dead?" The shock of it made his hands shake, "I do, there were bullet holes and gun fire, and now Tom's missing." "O, M, G." He looked at you and wrapped you into a hug, "I'm so sorry." Doctor harumphed and then announced to everyone in the room, "So, you simple minded compatriots, I shall tell you what is going on." You and Wade looked to the Doctor, "There is investigation of the power outage incident, and it occurred in this sleepy little town." Stone entered the police station, and walked to Doctor.

You and Wade shared a look of confusion, but neither of you wanted to interrupt him talking, and so you kept silent. I thought it just happened here? Was it farther than that? He continued, "We are from the government, and we are taking over for now." Your eyes widened, the government? Wade gasped a little in shock, a sentiment you agreed with. The Doctor finished his announcement, and walked over to you and Wade.

He looked around for a seat to sit on and then grabbed it once he saw a seat, Stone stood behind the Doctor. Doctor scooted close to you two before asking a question. "What do you know about terrorism?" You leaned back a little in shock, "W-what?" He grunted in annoyance, "What do you know about terrorism?" You looked around, as if searching your memory , when it came to you. "Acts of violence, particularly against civilians, in order to get a political point across?"

"Close but what about domestic terrorism?" A look of confusion came across you and Wade's faces. "The same but done with someone from the country?" You asked, looking around again for something. "Hmm. Close enough. That's what Tom is." Your eyes widened again. "B-but-" Wade came to your rescue, "He can't put bait on when fishing, there is no way he can be a terrorist."

You interjected, "I-isn't he dead anyway?" Doctor sighed, "Sadly-" He gave a look to Stone, "He isn't, nor is he captured." Tears came to your eyes in relief that Tom wasn't dead, You didn't want to lose another parent so soon. "Oh." "Oh?" Doctor queried. "I thought he was dead, ya 'know cause of the bullet holes, and gunfire." Doctor nodded, "A incorrect assumption, but I see how you jumped to that conclusion. But, back to the topic at hand here, Tom is a terrorist, even if you think him a good man."

No, no way he's a terrorist. It must be because of that hedgehog we helped earlier. The thing must be wanted by the government. You snuck a look at the clock, 4:41, whish was surprising because time had moved so fast. "Why is he a terrorist?" You dared to ask. "He is helping an enemy of the state, which reminds me of something." He stood up and beckoned you to do so as well. Stone stepped back to let Doctor through, and you followed Doctor to an empty room.

Doctor grabbed something from Stone's pocket and held it in front of you. It seemed like a quill from a hedgehog, but it was long, glowing blue and sparkling with electricity. "What is this to you? And what was it doing inside your house?" "It must have been a glowstick, from a previous performance of mine." He hummed, "Then why is it so bright?" "Good glowstick, perhaps?" He hummed again, then handed it to Stone to keep. He started walking closer to you, and he grabbed your chin to look at him. "Look, adolescent, Don't play games with me." "I-I'm not, I don't know what's going on a-and I'm s-scared c-cause I thought that my dad was dead, and I didn't want him to die as well, and-" You burst into tears, all of your anxiety caught up to you and exploded within.

You dropped to the ground and held your knees to yourself. You couldn't stop crying, even though it showed that you were vulnerable right now, you just couldn't stop. Stone kneeled beside you and started rubbing circles into your back. Doctor just stood there dumbfounded, he didn't know what to do, as someone just started crying in front of him, seemingly without warning. He just left you crying with Stone.

It was hard, you didn't want to cry but your body was crying without you meaning it to, leaving you feeling awful making you cry more. Stone just kneeled there rubbing your back and giving you tissues while you were crying into yourself, which was for a while, because you couldn't stop. Eventually you did stop, but that was when all the tears in your body were gone.

You breathed in, and blew your nose again before standing up. "I'm sorry that you had to do that. I shouldn't cry." He gave you a sympathetic look, "It's okay to cry, it must have been a lot for you today." You laughed a little. "Yeah, it was." You threw away your tissues and breathed in really deep. "I'm okay now, I promise." "Okay. You ready to go out there?"

"Yeah, I think so." You opened the door and took a look at the clock when you sat back down with Wade. 6:11. Doctor was talking to somebody else when you sat down. "You okay? Your eyes are puffy and red, did they make you cry?" You shook your head. "No, they didn't make me cry. I'm fine Wade." He said nothing, but moved the tissue box closer to you.

You were exhausted, but you fought with your tiredness to stay awake by stabbing yourself with your fingernails. You did end up falling asleep, but you woke up at 8:22, so it was just a little nap. Wade tapped you on the shoulder to see if you were awake. He needed to tell you something. "Hey, you awake?" You mumbled something, and then shook your head to wake up. "Yeah, sorry 'bout that."

"It's okay, I understand, but they have a plan as to where you'll be staying." You were more awake at that point, "What? What do you mean?" He paused for a moment then shook his head about something mentally. "Um, so, you won't be staying at your house 'cause it's an investigation zone and you would be trampling evidence, and since both of your guardians are unavailable to watch you, you will be staying with them - I think." You blinked slowly at him, "Why can't I stay with you?"

He shrugged, "I don't know. Sorry, kiddo." Doctor and Stone stopped by Wade's desk where you two were, "Did you manage to relay the information?" Doctor asked in a demanding tone. "Yeah, I told Y/N that they wouldn't be staying with me." The phone started to ring, and Wade picked it up before Doctor could.

Tom's voice was a bit staticky, but you could hear him through the phone. "Hey Wade." Wade whispered into the phone, "What is going on, Tom? There are these men in suits and they were asking about you and asking about terrorism, and I told them you couldn't put bait on, there is no way he's a terrorist." Tom cut him off, "Wade, I need you to not let them know I called you." Wade looked at Doctor and Stone, "Yeah, I think they already know."

Doctor grabbed the phone out of Wade's hand, "Mr. Wachowski ." "Ah, Hello Robotnik." "I want you to know that the only other person to punched me in the face was the school yard bully, he hit me in the cafeteria causing a blunt force contusion to the soft tissue surrounding my orbital bone, humiliated me in front of the entire school and you know what I did in response?" "I assume that you went to the teacher and reported him?" "No, I examined the inefficiency in a world where brawn overtrumped brain and I used technology to resolve that inefficiency. The boy ate his meals through a straw for a year. You are about to become the bully with a straw. I am coming for you Mr. Wachowski and when I catch you- I'll." Tom hung up the phone abruptly, stopping Robotnik from finishing his sentence.

"Hello? Hello? Hello Hello Hello?" Wade interrupted Robotnik, "Um, I think he hung up actually, 'cause I noticed the light isn't on." "Thank you, Officer Brainfart." Wade pouted at the insult. "You know what, just sit there and be you - sless." He beckoned for you to come with him as he walked off from the room.

"Um, aren't any of you going to erase my memory or something?! I will tell people about this!" But nobody did anything.

You followed Robotnik and Stone where they stopped in front of the truck. "Now, adolescent, are there any questions for my superior intellect?" You fiddled with your fingers, "A-actually, yes there is, Why couldn't I stay with Wade?" He laughed a little, "You were in the home and care of a terrorist, why would we let you be alone with someone when we could watch you?" Stone entered the truck, and it was just you and Robotnik outside.

"B-but I d-didn't do anything, Why are you watching me?" He put his hands to his temples and rubbed them in frustration, and screamed at you, "BECAUSE!"

You grabbed the tranquilizer in your pants, I am not going with someone with power in the government that high, he can do almost anything without consequences, he could do anything to me. You shot the man with the tranquilizer and ran, but you could hear him grab the dart out from his leg and drop it to the ground. The crunch of the ground beneath your feet was quickly doubled as the man ran behind you, quickly catching up as you didn't do much exercise.

All you saw in front of you was the bright vermillion eyes of a robot floating in front of you.

#yandere x reader #platonic x reader #platonic yandere #tw yandere #x reader #yandere #headcanon #platonic #helpfandom #helpfandom's writing #yandere stobotnik #yandere stone #yandere stone and robotnik #yandere jimbotnik #yandere sonic the hedgehog

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silent-raven13 · 1 year ago

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Billie's first written word

Little Billie, only three years old loves to be at Headquarters' daycare to hang with all her new friends. Lately, there's been a massive new gain of kids coming in besides, Mayday, Gerald, or Gabriella.

Now, she made friend's with Bitty Morales, or the triplets from Miles 2020 and the Gonzalos of other Miles' variant.

"Okay, kids. Today, we're gonna have such a wonderful time," The Daycare Spider-man and Spider-woman would watch over them as part of their duties to the Spider Society.

Gabriella sat at her spot being super bored, she looks over at her friends. They were younger than her so they often don't understand the older kids likes or trends. Well, Gerald and Mayday seem to be able to, but they were still younger by one year. She went back into doing her homework, while listening to her favorite pop singer, Ellie Rodrigo. "Hmm-mmm-mmm." She nodded her head while finishing up her math homework.

As one of the toddlers play among each other, Billie seems to look over at Gabriella and the older kids. She would watch them use pencils and paper to create these things called words, and they would write words all together. So, she got up on her two little legs and walk over to Gabriella, she had her pacifier in her mouth.

Gabriella felt a hand on her lap as she turn to find little Billie with her big eyes, "Oh hey, Billie! What is it? You wanna play?" She happily put her headphone down to hold on the little girl's hands happily doing a little sway.

"Noh!" Billie muffled through her pacifier, then pat her hand on the paper.

"Oh you wanna draw?"

"Huh uh!" Billie stood next to Gabriella while taking a blue crayon. Gabriella took a clean white paper from the middle of the table. The table was meant for the children to sit on the floor and draw. So Gabriella sat while doing her homework, and little Billie wanted to stand to draw.

"Here you go." Gabriella giggles, seeing the little girl scribbling on the paper. Yet, the older brunette girl saw Billie glancing at her homework then trying to scribble on her own like she's mimicking Gabi's homework. "Hmm, Billie, do you wanna learn how to write?"

"Mmm..." Billie tilted her head, "Wats rite?"

"I'll teach you!" Gabriella took a white paper and wrote a pretty neat letter 'A', "That's an A." She slowly wrote it again.

"A..." Billie study the flow as she tries to write, but did it crook it.

"Here, let me help." The older girl hold on her hand and helps her write it. "Don't worry you'll get better."

"A..." Billie saw the A and did it, again. "A!" She happily saw the fourth A looked better than the first, her eyes gleam. "A! A!"

Gabriella smiles happily, "Yup, an A. Say you wanna know how to spell your name?"

Billie's eyes gleam even brighter when she had an idea. Can she learn to spell her big brother's name? "Noh! NOH!" Billie shake her head. "Miles! Miles!" She started drawing her big brother with joy.

"Oh, you wanna learn how to write your brother's name? Okay, that's easy, but are you sure? Your name is super easy, too." Gabi asked.

Billie chanted, "Miles. Miles! Miles!"

Gabriella giggles, "Okay, Miles it is then." She happily taught Billie how to write Miles' name out. Then little Bitty came by wanting to know what Billie was doing.

"Meows. Meows!" She chanted as she saw Billie learning how to write.

Gabriella giggles, "Okay, Bitty. I'll teach ya!"

Later that day.

Miles came by to the daycare after finishing up a mission. Lupe stood waiting for one of the daycare helpers to bring out Gabriella, "Lupe! Hehehe, are we gonna go bowling?"

"We sure are. First we need to get your dad." Lupe chuckles as she patted on Gabriella's head.

"Oh boy!" She happily hold Lupe's hand as she skips out of the daycare.

When Miles came to check his baby sister's out of daycare. "Boo-boo!" He happily calls out for his sister only to be surprised by the pile of papers with his name written in so many colors.

Billie stood still writing her brother's name out. When she turn her head to find her brother, her eyes lit up like gems and stop whatever she was doing. She took the piece of white paper, and rush over holding it out. "Miles! Miles!"

"Hey, boo-boo! Oh my gosh, did you write this for me?" Her older brother squat down with his own eyes gleaming with joy. He took the paper and pick up his baby sister.

"Huh uh!" Billie nodded being so happy yet shy.

"That's amazing, Boo-boo! You wrote my first name so perfect!" Miles gave her kisses on the cheeks and happily hugs her. "Wow, I'm so proud of you. Were you doing this all by yourself?"

"Gabi help." She took off her pacifier to say.

"Oh wow! Boo-boo, you got a pretty handwriting." Miles complimented her, showing her all the love.

Billie hugs her brother back being so happy, "Miles! Miles! I luv you!"

"Awe, me too, Billie-boo!" Miles happily hugs her.

During the week, Billie had been writing only her brother's name everywhere. At first, her parents were super happy to find her writing Miles name, but then...

"Honey..." Jeff looks at his newspaper.

"Qué papí?" His wife asked while she put on her earrings.

"I think Billie is getting a bit too fixated on Miles' name."

"What makes you say that?"

Jeff saw his newspaper, the mini chalk board, the many notebooks with Miles' name on. Billie sitting in the middle of the living room with a red crayon writing her brother's name on her color book. "M...I...L...E....S! MILES!" Billie happily shouted.

Rio finally got to understand what her husband meant, "Mi vida, mi amor... how about learning to spell your name?"

"NOH! NONONONO! MILES!" Her daughter shook her head with a huff as she went back to writing her brother's name.

Recently Hobie came by to the Morales' home only to find Miles trying to help Billie spell her name, "Boo-boo, look. Your name is B...I...L-" Billie writes, "Nonono, MILES!" She wrote her big brother's name, again.

The punker went in to find a lot of papers being marked with his Sunflowers name. "Oi, Sunflower. What's lil blu doin'?"

"Oh hey, bae. Um... Gabi taught her how to spell my name and lately she been only writing my name." Miles sighs at all the markings she made, "She even wrote on our dad's white shirt because they ran out of printing paper."

"Hehehe," Billie giggles being happy as she writes more and more of her brother's name.

"Mom thinks it's cute, tho." Miles scratch his forehead.

"I see." Hobie went over taking a Magenta crayon then wrote above Miles' name, "How about this, lil one?"

Miles looks at the paper then had a contempt expression on his face, "Bae, really?"

"What? It's the truth no?" Hobie asked out loud with a grin on his face. "Hobie heart Miles." He wrote his name and drew a heart next to Miles' name.

Billie stares at the name, "Who dat?"

"That's my name, lass. Don't you wanna learn it?" Hobie asked with a kind tone in his voice.

The little girl took her crayon and began scribbling Hobie's name, "NONONONONO!"

"WHAT! You're scrubbing over my name! Lil Blu, I'm hurt." The punker frowns being dramatic as he went for a hug from his boyfriend.

"Relax, bae. She's just into my name that's all." Miles giggles. Billie saw the heart and started to think, while her brother comforts Hobie.

On the next daycare, Billie went to Gabriella, again. This time she whispers in her ear asking for a favor. "Ohh, what is it?" Gabriella leans over to let Billie whisper in her ear. "Ohh, okay! I can teach you that." She happily smiles at her.

When Miles came by to pick up his sister, he was surprised to find his sister holding a long paper being rolled up. "Huh? What you got there, boo-boo?"

"Se-cwet! For home!" She happily said.

"Okay, we'll opening it when we get home." Miles was curious to know what she wrote, maybe more of his name. All he knows is he needs to support her and encourage her to write.

When they got home, the Morales' family watch Billie hand the rolled up paper to her brother. "Open it!"

"What did the lil sprog wrote this time?" Hobie asked being curious.

"Okay, Boo-boo." Miles unrolled the paper on the middle of the dinning table.

Everyone's eyes slightly widen to find the new words being spelled out. 'Billie loves Miles!' In pretty colors, too. Billie name written in blu, love had pink, and Miles in red. There were other words and cute draws of flowers, butterfly, and hearts.

"Ohhh qué lindo! AWWWEE!" Rio had her hands together on her lips being so awestruck at her baby girl's hand writing. "Ay, mi nińa! Escribiste una hermosa frase." She went over to hold her daughter giving her a kiss on the forehead.

Billie giggles, "Lookie! Lookie! Mamá! Papá!" She pointed at the other words of her parent's.

Jeff adjusted his glasses, "I'll be... she learned how to write 'Papa'!"

"Ohhh, mira! Mamá! She wrote 'mamá'!" Rio happily said.

Miles smiles widely, "Awe, boo-boo. That's so cute." He looks over to find Hobie looking at his parent's reaction being please to see them so cheerful. "Bae, isn't it cute."

"Yea, it's cute." Hobie nodded, "Very cute for the Morales' family..." He trails off.

Billie waves her hand at Hobie, "Obie! Obie!"

"Hmph?" Hobie looks at the three year old, "What is it, lil blu?"

"Lookie!" She pointed down at her paper.

The punker looks down finding his name written out, "Obie! Obie!" Billie said out loud. Miles saw Hobie's name being written in many versions, 'Obie', "Hobie', or 'Hobe' which got him chuckling.

"Awe, bae. She really try to spell your name." Miles said to his partner.

The punker let out a sincere smile, his eyes soften, "Thanks, lass." It brought his great warmth to be included to the Morales' family name.

Billie said, "Allies, now! Tomorrow, I'm watching you." She did the two fingers point at her eyes to Hobie.

Rio giggles, "HAhaha, awe. You love Hobie, mi vida. I bet you see him like a big brother."

Billie huffs having to snuggle her mom. Hobie grins widely, "You do! Awe, shucks, lass. Don't worry I'll be your best big brother."

"Hey, I'm her big brother." Miles pouted.

"MILES! MILES! My big brother." Billie chanted.

Jeff stood seeing his family being cheerful, "This calls for a celebration. How about Chinese?"

"Oh, I'll BBQ PORK with fried rice!" Miles said out loud.

"EGGROLLS!" Billie chanted.

Hobie happily chimes in, "I could go for some Chow Mein with Garlic Shrimp, POPS!"

"I'll have Beef with Broccoli with fried rice." Rio added.

"Alright." Jeff made the call.

"Eggrolls! Eggrolls! C-wabsticks! C-wab-sticks!" Billie chants out loud.

"I wonder if Billie will learn how to write Eggrolls, now." Rio giggles.

Miles laughs, "That is her third favorite food besides Pizza, Empanadas, and Arroz con Habichuelas." That gave Billy an idea.

Next week, the family saw paper with simple words like 'Eggrolls' or 'Pizza'. "Billie... what do you want for dinner?" Miles asked being curious while the parents already knew what Billie wanted. They saw her still writing those words out.

"EGGROLLS! PIIIZZZAAA!" Billie shouted while holding her red crayon.

"I guess we can have a Chinese-Pizza night....?" Jeff rub his chin as he didn't want to upset his baby girl.

Rio said, "I wonder if we should teach her a bit of Spanish words. It'll be cheaper since her favorite is Arroz con Habichuelas..."

"Gabriella said she didn't know how to write that so it ended up being weird letters... she's still learning how to write in Spanish." Miles explained with a weak chuckle.

"A Chinese Pizza night? Pops, I'll a Chow Mein Pepperoni Pizza!" Hobie casually said while his boyfriend playfully slap his arm. "Ow, what did I do!" Being dramatic since the slap didn't hurt it was more of a pat.

"Bae, that's gross." Miles said.

Hobie chuckles, "Luv, I'm only helping lil Billie out. Right, Billie. EGGROLLS!"

"EGGROLLLS!" Billie shouted along with Hobie, who picked her up as they chant together.

Rio chuckles, "Those two are so funny together. I won't be surprised if they become close friends." Jeff made the order, while Miles listen to his mom.

"Yeah, they are."

As the family spend their times, the new family banter of Billie's words was places up on the family wall. It happily stays there till the end.

#miles morales #hobie brown #punkflower #spiderman #across the spider verse #spider verse #fanfic

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detectivesoup · 4 months ago

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Gonna Uno Reverse you and ask you to answer that fandom ask meme about Agatha All Along. Also Supergirl, for a blast from the past.

this took me so long but thank you thank you deltas yes ok here we go

Send me a fandom and I’ll tell you my:

blorbo (favorite character, character I think about the most)

scrunkly (my “baby”, character that gives me cuteness aggression, character that is So Shaped)

scrimblo bimblo (underrated/underappreciated fave)

glup shitto (obscure fave, character that can appear in the background for 0.2 seconds and I won’t shut up about it for a week)

poor little meow meow (“problematic”/unpopular/controversial/otherwise pathetic fave)

horse plinko (character I would torment for fun, for whatever reason)

eeby deeby (character I would send to superhell)

Agatha All Along

blorbo: agatha <3

skrunkly: rio. she's just. gah. why is the embodiment of death so adorable?

scrimblo bimblo: hmmmm. so there's several ways i could answer this but mostly i watched agatha all along with my best friend who like. hated teen. and well. he is just a teenager to me.

glup shitto: the guy watering his plants who is just so kind to his clearly deranged neighbor :sob:

poor little meow meow: well agatha of course! wet cat dragged through the mud

horse plinko: also agatha. I want to see that woman even more tormented and pathetic

eeby deeby: agatha's bitch-ass mother

Supergirl

[man oh man it's been so long.... and I still need to finish season 6. cycles if you are reading this i am so sorry lmao i swear i will finish it one day (she says, like she has for the past... 4 years???? that can't be right...)]

blorbo: kara zor-el danvers, the woman that you are ♡

skrunkly: nia!! she's such a sweetheart and just . gah.

scrimblo bimblo: m'gann!! god. that atlas/prometheus gifset still lives in my head rent free

glup shitto: I don't actually have any background faves, honestly, or it's been too long. but I'll go with m'rynn because that storyline was really interesting to me but he's not a main character.

poor little meow meow: uhhhh hm. this is hard but i'm gonna have to go with lena. her character is most interesting to me when she's behaving like a feral cat, incapable of comprehending that nobody is trying to hurt her right now and pulling a going-on-the-offense uno reverse except nobody was trying to make you draw 4 anyway. girl. stop hissing and clawing people's eyes out this didn't need to happen. (obligatory quote from myself while watching s6: lena "fans" who want her to always be in the right do not understand her!!!!! LOOK AT THIS CHARACTER GROWTH also don't you love tasty tasty tasty emotions)

like let's be real. all y'all who have known me in fandom for the past 10 years (which is the amount of time since season 1 aired. help.) know that my favorite activity is torturing my faves and my favorite genre is angst. but -- obviously I'm gonna have to go with kara. that woman makes me feel shrimp emotions.

eeby deeby: lex luthor can go to superhell

(i'm so sorry to the other characters i didn't pick bc i love so many but alas)

#askity asks #this was so fun thank you and im sorry it took me like. 4 months to get to asdjkfhjdaksfhas

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tatatatatara · 1 year ago

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TAKING REQUESTS AS EXCHANGE FOR VOTES AGAIN BECAUSE TATARA IS A FUCKING LOSER

This time I'm doing an YCH one, which means you can choose between the poses as below and your received art will look like the pose that you chose

The rules are below the cut if you are interested, please read it carefully

Tokyo Ghoul characters only, except for T-Owl (I still can draw the wet pathetic brown corgi) and some other characters that I might not feel comfortable in drawing.

I'll try to draw as fast as possible, but there's a chance I might not be able to deliver this on time (Christmas day). You have been warned.

It will be a colored sketch like the previous chibi bunnysuits.

I am the queen of inconsistency so the results will be varied, but I'll try my best and rest assured that I'll custom the drawing based on the character! The expression will be different from the base too. I don't have the time to draw a sample but I promise the delivered art will

How to get this: vote for Tatara in this post, then reblog with tags/caption like "tatara sweep" or "vote for tatara" or anything similar to get one character. Reblog with propaganda to get two characters (in a same drawing).

If your drawing has two characters, you can choose the same pose, I'll just flip it so they look symmetrical

After reblogging, send me the proof that you voted for Tatara (in ask or in DM if you want to keep your art for yourself) and the character(s) and I'll start right away to (try to) make sure that you get your art on time for Christmas!

I wrote this in a rush and a rage because Tatara you fucking pathetic meow meow so if there is anything you dont understand or confusing, dont hesitate to contact me!

If Tatara wins, I will do something better than this. This will be rushed because I only have like 1 week to finish all the drawings, so please forgive me if the art is not up to your expectation...

#tokyo ghoul #tgsmp propaganda

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natsumischwartz · 2 years ago

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Self-Rec tag game

Rules: Share five of your own fanworks (fic, art, etc.). Then, tag five more people to share the things they've made.

ty @blackinquisitors for the tag!

Something you absolutely adore

Recently I've been in love with cute things as well as obsessed with one of my OCs, Links... I'm really happy with how this drawing of them turned out!

Something that was challenging to create

This cover art concept I did a while back using two of my original characters, Kasumi and Kazue/Masumi. It's still one of my favorite things I've ever made (even if it's not perfect)

Something that makes you laugh (or smile, if that fits more comfortably)

meow wow

Something that surprised you (in how it turned out, how much other people liked it, etc.)

I was surprised how popular this drawing of Kairi got! At the time it was one of my simpler drawings so I wasn't really expecting it to get much attention, yet it's like my #2 most popular post on my art blog lol. Back in the days when I used to draw on my phone during school...

Something you want other people to see

I don't frequently make finished physical pieces (usually just drafts for digital works), but I do sometimes do watercolors as gifts. I did this one as a memorial for my partner's cat and I'm very proud of how it turned out. I think more people should see him :)

I'll tag @fortunechaos @enochianghost @dandyshorts @liquidstar if any of you are interested!

#tag game #thank you so much for the tag!! i always love to talk about my stuff haha #kind of stretched the definition of fanworks since i dont do much fanart lol

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stepswowdsen · 1 year ago

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【Magi】 Judar doodle ❤️

Intro Rambles

This one turned out nice ^^ I like this one hehe. It looks similar to the other one I did but this one also has a nice vibe to it

I like both! I did the 2nd one last night.

Inchresting...

My sketching style is very recognizable so it's 100% my art style but I think it's interesting how things like the shape of the eyelashes, thickness of the eyelashes, underlashes, and how the eyes and rings in the eyes are drawn make my drawings give off a different vibe

Cuz I'm using the same art style for all of these doodles. I tend to draw the eyes of sharper tsurime-eyed meow meow mf charas the same way. I just do the details differently depending on the character

VRoid Studio and MMD Rambles

I don't think I mentioned it here yet but I wanna make VRoid models of my OCs and fave charas eventually so they can be used in MMD so I can make them dance to Vocaloid songs~ It's because I'm really interested in making my ships dance hehe

I want to make my OCs in VRoid one day 🙏 ✨ This includes my rehomed cat cots I treat as OCs and my faves. Would be super useful to have refs I can turn around and take from different angles! And it'd be super cute to see my faves dance omg

List of charas I want to make VRoid models for:

OCs:

Selena (KHR AU)

Linh (KHR AU)

Rehomed cat cots I treat as OCs:

Tatsumiya (WATGBS AU)

Idate (WATGBS AU)

Takama (WATGBS AU)

Meow meow mf faves:

Xanxus (KHR)

Judar (Magi)

Kuroha (KagePro)

Like this is the main list

Thankfully people already did my job for me with LimGuda and ObeGuda <3 So I don't need to make ones for Douman, Oberon, and Ritsuka

(Credit: Yutaka's Douman and Oberon MMD models)

FGO MMDs

But ngl guys I want to make my meow meow mf faves in VRoid too. Cuz I was just thinking I need my meow meow mfs too for my ship fuel. 🙏 🫶

Xanxus (KHR), Judar (Magi), Saeran (MysMes), Edward (ROTRK)

And the list goes on~

I'll start simple with my OCs though.

Who knows. It'll probably get me to start finishing art

Judar with my HC design tho cuz I ain't drawing that ugly ass racially stereotyped outfit he wears in canon 😭

I'm definitely not distributing my VRoid/MMD models publically though. My mutuals/friends are free to have access to any VRoid/MMD models I make in the future, though <3

I like to have my scans and art stuff under my control and limit access to my stuff, to make sure my things don't get used by unsavoury people, so that it doesn't get reposted around, etc.

Especially with how bad the MysMes fandom's reposting issues are.

And I hate Funa and her fanbase in general cuz they're uncritical af, etc., so there's no way in hell I'm sharing my WATGBS AU MMD models

VRoid Rambles

I watched a bunch of FGO MMD videos (of Douman, Oberon, and Morgan), and now I feel tempted to try my hand at making MMD models for my faves (Selena, Tatsumiya, Idate) in VRoid Studio…

I wanna make 3D models so I can make my faves dance in MMD Selena and IdaTatsu MMDs you will be real someday…

I'd use VRoid Studio because it provides bases for hair and clothing, and I don't feel like using Blender tbh

Also I watched a bunch of VRoid Studio model making tutorial videos, it's way easier than I thought. Most of it is honestly just drawing normally and using preset assets as a guide

Thank god FGO being so big and Douman and Oberon's huge popularity means that people will definitely make MMD models for them

People have already done my work for me (Bless you!)

JP fans have already made models of many FGO charas, so I can play around with them. I can make LimGuda and ObeGuda MMDs… It's common practice in the MMD community to credit all the assets you use: Models, Camera, Dance Motions, Stages, Lighting Effects, etc.

I saw JP users say they made 3D models of FGO charas (such as Douman and Oberon) with programs like VRoid Studio or Blender. So it's totally doable

It'd be kinda fun to try making MMD models for my FGO faves in the future too, but not now

Especially with how detailed their designs are (especially Douman's)

Imo Douman is way harder than Idate because of their hair and outfit

Cantarella MMDs

I wanna make 3D models one day so that I can convert them to MMD and get LimGuda, IdaTatsu, XanLena, JuAli, and KuroEne dancing to Cantarella and other Vocaloid songs... OH MY GODDD

Cantarella by Kurousa-P ft. KAITO & Hatsune Miku

youtube

Cantarella ~grace edition~

youtube

I'd have to use the OG Cantarella motions though, Idate, Judar, and Xanxus would not know shit how to play the violin LMFAO

Like for Douman and Kuroha, the violin part would actually still fit, like I could actually still see that for those two, but it just doesn't fit charas like Idate, Judar, and Xanxus

I personally prefer Cantarella fan covers (VOCALOID/UTAU and human fan-covers) over the original due to stronger tuning/mixing

But Cantarella's instrumentals are excellent

The original Cantarella MMD has a dance section. I love the little spin and jump in the air and landing on the ground, I think that fits my faves more

The remastered Cantarella ~grace edition~ has a violin playing part which is aesthetically nice

Sitting in the throne fits all of my meow meows tho

#magi #magi: the labyrinth of magic #judar #judal #judar magi #judal magi #wip #doodle #sen's art #mmd #vroid #vroid studio #sen's rambles #Youtube

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storyofmychoices · 3 years ago

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A New Team Member

[Ethan Ramsey x Ellie Shepherd Masterlist]

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x Ellie Shepherd (F!MC) Book: Open Heart (future) Rating: general, fluff Word Count: <500 A/N: @songsaboutgirls sent me this picture prompt a couple weeks ago and I wrote it for Bryce (The Sound of Joy ), but an anon asked me to do the same prompt for Ethan.

Synopsis: Ellie tries to hire a new team member for the diagnostics department.

Ellie shifted subtly on the couch in the diagnostic's office, attempting to keep her back toward Ethan as he entered the room.

His brow quirked upward at her movement. "Where is everyone?"

"Don't know," she shrugged, unbothered by their absence.

"I'll page them." He tossed a series of blue files on the table. "We have a new case."

"Oh— So soon?"

"Last I checked, this was still a hospital, and we're still doctors."

"It's just—" Her eyes widened.

"What was that noise?"

"Uh, nothing?"

"Did you... meow?"

"Do you think I would meow?" Ellie protested, shooting him an unwavering look over her shoulder.

He stalked closer, "What're you hiding?"

"Nothing..."

"Is that... is that a cat?"

"No..."

"Ellie!"

"Okay, well, it is technically a cat, but look, she has little scrubs and is just so cute! She's practically a doctor." She rubbed her face into the cat's soft coat. "She's such a sweet girl. Aren't you, Cali? Just the goodest girl!"

Ethan's face fell into his palm as his head shook to the sides. "No."

"No, what?"

"You know."

"I didn't ask anything?"

"Good, because we are not making the cat part of the team."

"But you are always saying we need a good surgeon! She's the perfect new team member, and she doubles as a therapy cat."

His lips pressed together in consideration as he exhaled a thoughtful sigh through his nose. "Still no."

"You're no fun," she pouted, snuggling the cat closer to her chest.

"When it's your name on the door, you can hire whatever staff you like." His fingers threaded softly through her curls. "Feline or otherwise."

"You accepting the job as Chief of Medicine and giving me the team then?"

"Still no to that as well I'm afraid." He pressed a kiss to the crown of her head. "Of the two of us, you are far better suited for that job than I."

Her gaze fell as she softly stroked Cali, earning her a contented purr. "They're not going to give it to me."

"Not yet. In time though, I have no doubts your name will be on that door, and the hospital will be all the better for it."

"What about you?"

He placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder, his thumb massaging her tenderly. "I prefer puzzles to people. Chief of Medicine will never be in my future, but you are destined for far greater things than I."

Ellie's face brightened at the idea. One day, she thought to herself. She laced her fingers with his, drawing him in and brushing a kiss on the palm of his hand. The blue of his eyes drew her in, wrapping her in the comfort of a warm summer breeze on a cloudless day. "I love you, Dr. Ramsey."

"I love you too, Dr. Ramsey." He cradled her face in his palm, still in awe that he had the privilege of calling her his wife. "Now, return Zaid's cat while I track down the rest of our team. We have a puzzle to solve."

I hope you enjoyed this! Thank you for reading. Tags are in a reblog, if you would like to be added, changed, or removed, please just let me know 💛

A/N 2: I never finished OpH3 and I only played the first half with Bryce. But I know MC can become head of diagnostics and Ethan can be Chief of Medicine... I just don't see Ethan being Chief of Medicine. To me, Ethan is a doctor and a puzzle solver. He is not a people person who wants to spend more time managing other doctors and the hospital. To me, Ethan is a diagnostician to the end. He is content running his department, solving puzzles, and saving patients. Ellie on the other hand loves diagnostics, but she has a better rapport with people and would be able to find compromises and a middle ground that would benefit patients and doctors/hospital staff. I feel she would be a far better Chief of Medicine than Ethan. And for these two, I think that's where their future would lead them.

#ethan ramsey #ethan ramsey x mc #open heart #ethan jonah ramsey #open heart 2 #playchoices #choices #fan fiction #ethan x ellie #ellie shepherd #open heart 3 #lovealexhunt #somc #april2022 #choices game #choices oph #ethan oph

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mx-t4t0 · 3 years ago

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post 2 out of 3 as promised i really think i might have to be one day late the entire time because of kinda doing nothing when we were waiting for the dreveal but oh well that's fine, i'll still finish all of these in october, just. yknow. on the 31st instead of the 30th. i'm fine with that!

uhH anyways! the drawing itself! This one had a sword right, but Crystal has her own sword, and I love making my own life harder, so I ended up drawing that instead lmao. Ok i'm exaggerating it really wasn't as hard to draw as I thought it would be. Crystal is so meow meow-coded and she straight up can't escape it. She's not a catgirl but she might as well be yknow what I mean

Dressuptober is organized by UnknownSpy!

Check my linktree to see all of my stuff!

#art #drawing #digital art #digital drawing #oc #oc art #original character #original character art #art challenge #dressuptober #dressuptober 2022 #dressuptober day 4 #dressuptober 2022 day 4

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twstinginthewind · 3 years ago

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY VIOLETTA!!

@twst-the-night-away it's your little flower's special day, so some of her friends are here to help make it more fun!

Nana is there first thing in the morning, before her friend first wakes up. She managed to slip inside the Heartslabyul dorm in her kitten form, and curled up on the foot of Violetta's bed to wait. As Violetta awakens, she notices the tiny weight and familiar soft furry shape near her, and laughs delightedly. Nana meows a greeting, then hops to the floor to shift back into her more human form and hands Violetta her gifts. The first is a bag of candy, and then she hands her—

"A rock?" Violetta tilts her head. It's a fairly big rock, round and rough, and a little larger than a baseball.

"Yup! A special kind. One you have to commit violence towards!"

"Nana, why would I want to be violent towards a rock?"

Nana shakes her head. "There's a surprise involved. When you can get outside later? I want you to give it a good hard whack with a hammer, okay? And then text me and tell me what you think!!" She grins, and nuzzles her head against Violetta's shoulder. "I gotta go; I'm taking over for Silver to watch over the young master in twenty minutes. He also said to wish you well, by the way, hehehe!" And before Nana has to explain anything more about that, she slips back into feline form, meows as cutely as she can muster, and makes her way back to Diasomnia. Violetta looks at the rock again, curiously, and shrugs. There is room for it in her bag, so she slips it inside there and starts to dress for the day, in the special birthday outfit that Crowley had delivered to her the night before.

After a few minutes, Joker's alarm clock finally goes off, and along with it is her usual morning chorus of groans and yawns. She sits up in bed, her hair pointing in every direction at once, and gives Violetta a sleepy smile. "G'mormnin," she mumbles. "Habby birfdy." She yawns, rubbing her eyes.

"Thank you, Joker." Violetta finishes adjusting her bolo tie, and gives herself a once-over in the mirror. It's funny; she always believed birthdays were supposed to bring on these huge changes, but she looked and felt pretty much the same as she did any other day. She pushes her glasses up her nose. "Did you sleep well?"

Joker moves to sit at the edge of the bed, and runs a hand over her head. "Mmhm. You?"

Violetta nods in the affirmative.

Joker stands. "Lemme get dressed n' together, too. I'll walk you to breakfast." She shuffles over to her closet, and takes out a few items. As she heads back to the bedside to dress, she calls out to her roommate. "Hey, Vivi? Think fast!"

Violetta turns her way, and makes an undignified "eep!" A small, brightly-colored bag is flying towards her, and she catches it with a fumbling motion. "What is... oh!"

Joker laughs, buttoning up her shirt. "It's just a little thing. There's something from me and Punchy later that we'll give ya together, at the party." She realizes that she skipped a buttonhole, and groans, her hands moving to fix the mistake. "Got distracted.... Anyway! Open it up. You'll like it."

Violetta reaches into the bag, pulling out a piece of artfully twisted lavender tissue paper. Beneath it was a small, soft bundle. She pulled it out, and smiled. It was a pair of black-and-purple fingerless gloves, knit with a fair isle flower motif, long enough to cover her narrow wrists. She put them on.

"I hope they're a good fit!" Joker says, beaming. "I had to work on em at club practice, so you wouldn't see them. But you get chilly easy, and I figured this could help you keep warmer when you're sketching outside without making it hard to draw."

"They're just right!" Violetta smiles at her friend, and Joker comes over to give her a gentle hug. "Thank you, Joker. I'll wear them all the time!"

"Maaaaaaybe not in front of the tiny tyrant," Joker giggles. "I dunno if non-uniform gloves are covered under the apparel rules. I'll look into it, but keep em off around him until then, 'kay?"

Violetta laughs. "Understood!" She carefully removes the gloves and puts them into her bag with the mysterious rock.

The girls wind their way downstairs, and are greeted by their spear counterparts, Ace and Deuce. The boys wish Violetta a happy birthday almost in unison, then look at each other angrily, as if they had each hoped to say it first.

"Sheesh, whatever," Ace scoffs, but his expression brightens again almost immediately. "Oi, Violetta. I don't know how you missed it, but there's somethin' in your ear."

"There's what?" Her hands fly up, touching both as her cheeks go purple. "I don't feel anything..."

Ace grins, a cheeky expression on his face. "Nah, nah. Let me get it." He reaches over, and with a smooth motion retrieves a small box from 'behind' her ear. "Got it! Oh? What's this? A birthday present was back there?? From me? Wow, someone's pulling something funny today, haha!" He drops it into her hands. "Well? Tell me how awesome that was!"

"He's been practicing that for days," Deuce groans, rubbing the back of his neck. "Absolutely insufferable." He also holds a small package in his free hand, wrapped inexpertly.

"More exciting than you, just handing it over," Ace rolls his eyes at Deuce.

"Guys. Not about you today, all right? Geez," scolds Joker. "Let her have one day."

""Got it,"" the boys chime in unison, straightening up as Violetta removes the ribbon from Ace's gift.

She opens the box at one end, and smiles. "A deck of tiny cards? They're so pretty! But the suits are different..." She flicks through the deck, taking in the bright plant and flower illustrations.

"That's 'cause they're hanafuda cards, Vi!" Ace laughs. "My big brother told me about them, said they're famous overseas. Flower cards use a different set of rules. I'll teach you how to play later!"

Before she has a chance to respond, Deuce holds his gift out in front of him and gives a stiff bow. "Happy birthday, Violetta! I hope you also enjoy this."

Ace snorts derisively as she accepts the package and Deuce straightens up. "Overly formal, much? She's your friend, not your mafia overlord. Lighten up, Juice."

The two of them exchange heated stares as Violetta manages to work her way through the many layers of tape that Deuce used to keep the wrapping paper in place. When the paper finally comes off, it reveals a box of colored pencils in pastel colors. "Aren't these lovely," she coos.

Deuce's expression shifts to a proud smile. "Sam said they were the only art supply you hadn't managed to buy from him yet, ahaha! I hope they're useful."

"They will be," she assures him. "Thank you, both! This is such a nice day..." She smiles at her friends, cheeks rosy— no, violetty. She places the gifts into her bag with the others.

"And we're gonna keep it nice, birthday girl." Joker swings an arm around her roommate's shoulder. "Now let's get to the kitchen! I smell pancakes and I am not going to let you miss out on those!" They laugh, and the four proceed to the dorm kitchen.

((THIS IS GETTING WAY LONG BUT!! I'm sure you figured out Nana's gift is a geode; it'll be full of bright amethyst crystals! Punch has a little wind-up clockwork hedgehog for her, and both he and Joker are going to sing and play for her at the birthday party later. I just didn't wanna overwhelm you with too much, lol. Let's all have fun wishing Vivi a good day!))

#HAPPY BIRTHDAY VIOLETTA #MY LIL FLOWERY BUDDY #story #twisted wonderland oc #nana katzen #joker carder #punch carder #friend's oc #violetta piccola #and a couple cameos #today i learned what the opposite of a distaff counterpart is and I'm so pleased with that knowledge

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aneenasevla · 3 years ago

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Heavy Bakery - Chapter 7

MasterList / Kanami’s Profile / Previous Chapter

Chapter 7- Those bastards are persistent!

Sidenote: The Chapters are getting longer, so I think It'll take a little longer to post, because I need to translate to english, but don't worry, the story is already finished in my archives, so you don't have to worry about if the fanfiction is going to end of not. So you have all the rights to charge me for updates if I take too long (just wait at least 3 days, I need to draw the illustration too LOL).

After that eventual day with Tokita Ohma and the psychopath (who was eventually introduced as “Rayan Kure”) Other weeks passed smoothly for Kanami and the team. Paikon was a little disappointed to have missed the commotion, and Tomoyo was relieved not to have to run into brutes. Apparently, the girl had a healthy fear of them, which made her the most sane girl around…

…Because Kanami sure didn't have much, desensitized as she was.

She came home at night, stretching a little. She hadn't done that in a long time, since she'd been injured. Now, more healed, she could go back to the academy without any problems. She opened the door of her own house, a typical two-story house in the suburbs of Tokyo, and was greeted with a meow and two yellow eyes in the darkness. She turns on the light and the darkness takes the form of a black cat, tail raised.

“Heey Medey, hello boy” she lets the cat greet her, rubbing his face between her legs “Yes, yes, I'll give you dinner, patience.” and she enters the house, closing the door and hanging the key in a safe place.

All she needed was a hot bath, something relaxing like something mindless on TV, and a good night's sleep. Oh, of course, Medeyami's food too, because he needed it.

…

“Hey bro” the man calls on his cell phone, looking through binoculars, outside the house “the bitch is in her den. Yeah, the one that knocked Kisame down. Nice.”

“Are we going to bring the whole gang to take down one whore, seriously?”

“Man, all I know is that she took down eight of us in one day. She is not normal.”

“Holy Fuck.”

“Yeaaah. And the other day I saw one of those Kure coming out of her bakery. I knew the guy was one of them, those dark eyes never fails”

“Damn, she's got them all watching her back.”

“I'm telling you, asshole. Better get rid of her right before she passes our location to them, if she hasn't already…”

“All right, let's go” and the two go down the stairs.

…

Steam comes out of the bathroom, where Kanami exits, towels tied around her torso and hair. She walked carefree around the house, the cat sleeping peacefully with a full belly, in its typical little spot inside a basket in the corner of the room. The wound didn't look like it was going to open anymore, so after getting dressed, he stretched out in the bedroom, before practically throwing herself on the bed and lying down.

She ended up turning her mind back to the incident, wondering if she would ever stop receiving these annoying visitors. Not that she couldn't handle it, just that she didn't want to have to deal with things worse than knives and baseball bats… in fact, she didn't want to have to deal with any of that. She wanted… she just wanted to work in peace as an ignorant civilian and save enough money to open a better restaurant, somewhere else in town, maybe with more space and more structure, more workers… god knows how much in her plate she already had.

But in just one month, a total of two bodybuilders appeared (albeit one at least “peaceful”) and nine crooked gangsters. And if that wasn’t enough, one of the brutes was a blond psychopath straight out of a Terminator movie, and the other was a bottomless himbo with eyes that said that he wanted a hug under the mass of seaweed on his head.

Damn it. She thought of the forbidden word.

Himbo.

She grabbed a pillow and buried her face in it, screaming and feeling like a teenager with hormones in her head.

Goddammit! Since when does a creature like that have so much sex appeal? That same appeal peaked when he looked at her with that hint of surprised joy with those piercing brown-gray eyes, framed by two perfect eyebrows… her face was red, her breathing, heavy.

“Calm down, idiot. Calm. Down.” she muttered to herself, “I'm sure the moment you remove the pillow from your face, take a deep breath, count to three, relax and sleep, you'll forget about him in an instant…” She took a deep breath, “one... two..."

She removes the pillow and all she sees is a face.

Their eyes locked for an instant, what the…

“Hello.” the burglar said.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIEEEEE” and her leg hits the man’s stomach, making him scream in pain.

“Ooomph!” He falls to the ground, hands over his belly, squealing.

Stunned by shock, she looked around to get a better look at the threat.

That's when Kanami knew that she was surrounded.

…

Look, indeed, credit be given, Kanami managed to take down two, but that was before they showed up en masse and stormed into the house, smashing one of the windows and tossing the furniture aside. The poor cat ran away, confused by what was happening, it was good he was a coward, after all, she didn’t want him to be a hostage or something.

After a chase through the house, in which two brooms, a frying pan and a knife were used (by her), they managed to corner her and drag her into the living room, immobilizing her with a climbing rope. She was screaming and squirming and kicking and thrashing around on her stomach like a fish, but one of them, a little more heavy than the others, sat on her back and left her breathless. Then they gagged her because she threatened to bite.

“Holy shit, dude, this wench is a piece of work, isn’t she?” one of them said. It was what had been slapped with a frying pan.

“But there's no fish that doesn't fall into the net at least once”, said another, the one who took a broom into his head, walking toward the kitchen near the living room and taking a water bottle in the fridge, drinking straight from the hole “Oh wow, I really liked your fridge, girl . I want this”

Kanami couldn't answer, of course, but on his face there was a face of pure hatred… which was actually disguising fear.

How did things get to this point? What did she do wrong? What were they going to do with her? She wanted and didn't want to know at the same time. All she knew was the horrible things she heard about women in this situation, and despite knowing a thing or two about that since childhood, she didn't want to get anywhere near half of them. Then she decided to conserve energy for the time being, thinking about what to do.

“Hey Guiche, I think the beast is already tamed” said the one on top of her, playing a little with the chef's knife she had been trying to use.

The one called Guiche laughed, “Oh, you see? Women are all the same, just give her a chokehold and they stay soft like a kitten. Then we give a more potent dose, of course. For now I think we agree we want her alive and in one piece, peacefully binded in our QG.”

They all laughed. Disgusting bastards. Kanami tried to ignore the speech as much as possible, counting the amount. Ten…fifteen…counting a few more out there…

Damn, there were too many for her to deal with alone. She wasn't any superhuman or hero of nowhere, she was just a girl that happened to be strong… how did she get into this mess, again…?

She shook his head, this was not the time to cry, think!

Maybe she could, I don't know, find a way out… she had a ladder that went upstairs… no, too risky, she could fall and break something.

Maybe the broken window upstairs…? … And play Die Hard and get her feet full of glass, barefoot as she were? No, something else, please…

When she finally made up her mind, she took a deep breath and… let it out, leaving her body completely inert, adding the touch of leaving a trail of saliva in her opened mouth. The man on top of her widened his eyes, alarmed.

“Uhhh..Guiche…”

“Spit it, fatass”

“I think the bitch passed out…”

“Great, easier to carry”, he smiled, as the others repeated the gesture, some of them laughing “Get off her, if she is out, she won’t cause us more trouble”

And finally the man came out of the top. Great!

She only waited two seconds before moving, rolling over to the opposite side of the guy and using her legs to propel her up.

“What the hell!” one of them exclaimed, but she quickly silenced him with a high kick to the vein in the neck. Another tried to approach but this one went straight to his balls, the man fell squeacking. The fat one, with the knife, threatened to pierce her, but she dodged and put her foot down for him to trip.

For her luck and his misfortune, he never listened to his mother that he shouldn't run with a knife. Blood stained the rug when he stabbed himself.

God… how disgusting… She would have nightmares about it. But he tried to ignore it as much as he could. Focus, focus.

“The bitch is loose! Grab’er!” - two more went up, and while she kicked, she took the opportunity to try to free herself from the ropes.

“Fuck, she's just a woman! What's up with you, huh?” The man called Guiche pointed a pistol at her. That's when she stopped. In fact, everyone stopped at that moment.

Kanami's eyes widened, frozen like a deer in the spotlight. She was fucked. He had a pistol. That was it, she was going to die there, send her mother her goodbye and blessings.

Until the man... turned his head at an angle he shouldn't have... and fell to the ground, as simple as that.

"Hey hey… don’t be a chicken trying to cheat with fireguns. We're all having fun here, aren't we?" The familiar voice made her eyes widen even more, especially when she saw two baby-blue spheres glowing in the darkness and a devilish smile accompaining that.

…

Oh… about that thing…”, he leaned over to speak, entering the "business mode", “I think you already know that the big ones are getting together to end the Worms, right?”

“Yep, I do…”

“Straight to the point: there's a crowd gathering right here, in this neighborhood.”

Ohma raises her eyebrows.

“This close to Yamashitakazuo?”

“Yeah, the old man might be in danger. In fact, the neighborhood itself, down in the sewers, could be swindling right under our noses. Fusui sent me a message, saying there's a few people gathering about three blocks from here. They call themselves “the carp”...”, He shows a patch, an embroidered design that you put on coats, torn from some - “this is the symbol of the crew.”

Ohma looked at the drawing, and his eyes widened.

“I've seen this before.”

“You saw it? Where?”

“That's exactly the group that was last week here at the bakery…the guys had it in their coat.”

Rayan understands “Ohhh… and she was attacked by those fucks, right? She's probably being watched and we, or rather, my presence here, is just adding fuel to the fire” he gives his usual devilish smile “Fuck yea… more people to dominate.”

“It was taking a while for you to show that psychopath face of yours, to be honest. I was about to mistake you for a clone”, Ohma even lets out a snort of derision, amused.

“If you’re willing to bet with me, soon the bakery's aunt will have a visit… I wonder.. will there be cake?”

…

“Fuck it, Raian! I said “No Killing”!!”, A deep voice echoed in the room, “What part did you not understand?!”

“The “Nothing” part, I think” Rayan jokes, “But I don't give a damn, you know.”

“Hmm?!” She widens her eyes when she sees the pair.

She never thought that the vision of the Terminator and a Sea-Monster-Head themselves, both weighing about two hundred kilos in front of her, could give her so much relief.

“Hang on, Kanami,” Ohma said, as she watched…

In fact, she didn't know what was happening anymore, she just saw shapes and bodies flying at odd angles. She could only take steps backwards until she hit the wall, slipping to the floor, tears welling up in her eyes. He closed them as she crouched, listening to the sounds of intense beating. This was all a dream, wasn’t it? Could it be she actually was sleeping at home, in the tranquility of her bed, still lying in the mattress after thinking about her favorite type of man.

The noise ceased, as if made by order. She was almost sighing in relief when she heard a maniacal laugh echoing from somewhere. She cried almost immediately.

“Raian, that's enough.” she hears Ohma's voice, “Do you have to embarrass me every time?”

“Said the idiot who demands an Assassin not to kill.”

“It’s different!”, he sighs, “Go get the runaways, then, if you’re so eager.”

“Hehehehe, see ya”, and the heavy footsteps disappeared where the entrance door would be.

She was about to sigh in relief again when she felt a hand on her shoulder, making her cringe even further, the stubborn tears not stopping to flow.

“Hey. Are you hurt?” was the deep, low voice, next to her. Another hand took the gag from her mouth.

She had to control the tremors in her jaw before she started to look: the man was squatting down next to her, looking at her with clear but calm eyes, under his thick wavy hair. He was looking at her curiously, even though she couldn't quite see his expression.

“Y-yes…, she then corrects herself, trying to be cool “I mean, no, I'm not injured… just… traumatized and trapped in this ropes, fearing for my life… but… other than that, I'm fine.”, but ending kinda sarcastic.

He scoffs a little, “Here, I’ll free you” he then lifts her up, for a moment she didn't understand how she got to her feet so fast, as if she had no weight. A slight cut with a knife and it was loose.

“T-thanks” she's breathing hard - they... me... what's going on? What was there? Why did they attack me?

“First, calm down…” he looks at the place and finds a chair, straightening it, pointing to it ”sit down, you’re shaking.”

“In the middle of a bunch of bodies that… OH MY GOD IS THAT BLOOD?!”

“Hm?” He blinks, looking at the bodies on the floor, “Oh, I forgot you're not used to it.”

“Of course not! And what the hell are you eh?!… Uugh… holy shit, there are dead people in my house”, she burps, her dinner wanting to come back, “get me out of here please… before It get even more dirty…”

She didn't have to say it twice, she was pulled by the arm out of the living room and into the kitchen, where at least the body count was at zero, just inside the counter, next to the fridge. She had to contain the anxiety attack, trying to control her breathing, in a fetal position, sitting on the floor, curled up. Ohma just looked at her trying to calm down.

Kanami almost got another fright when she heard a meow, but she calmed down, it was just Medeyami. She brought the animal along and hugged it. That calmed her down a little more.

“Who is this?”, Ohma tries to bring up the subject.

“Ah… it's my cat, Medeyami…” She caresses the cat, which also looked a bit urchined up.

“Nice.” he gives a half smile. Then he looked to the side and sighed, not knowing how to start. Kanami interpreted it as him giving her space, and she internally thanked him for it.

“Okay... I'm calmer…” she finally said, after a while, “now... please don't lie to me saying you're a “backstage professional league fighter”, which I know you're not. You're a secret agent, aren't you? Some kind of killer, like the other?”

“No. I told the truth” Ohma scratches his head, “Everything I told you was true. Raian who is the real Assassin here, I'm really just a ring fighter of sorts.”

“My God…” - She spends time stroking the cat, to calm him down, but also trying to calm herself.

“… You… had questions, didn't you?” He sits in front of her.

She nods, but it takes her a while to breathe and get back to normal before her mind clears and she finally organizes her thoughts.

“You… came from “Inside”, right…”

The question made Ohma turn his head back to her.

“How do you know that?”

“Heh, so it's true”, she smiled a little, “That was just a hunch… based on instincts, I think? I came from there. Well, eh.. almost. From a neighboring area right between Rikuko and Kumo wards…”

“Hmhh”, he nods, “so you didn't come from there, not properly…”

“Yea… well, but where I stayed there were some bad elements. I think I ended up picking up a few things. I'm not comparing myself to you, though, as you confirmed to me that it did indeed come from inside “the Inside”…”

“Yeah… but I left that place years ago…”

“Well, uh… I don’t mean offense, Mister Ohma…but-”

“I’m not mister”, he frowns, “Mister is Yamashitakazuo.”

“Hnm, and by what honorific should I call you?”

“It is not necessary. Ohma alone is enough”, He waved his hand.

“Right… Ohma. No offense, but that place stinks…”

“Well yes… there isn’t even running water right…”

“Not only literally… they have a strange and unique smell, metaphorical, impregnating… and everyone who lived there smells the same. Only those who spent time there, like me, can recognize that… And, well… when I saw you, I smelled that on you.”

Ohma looks at her, a little confused, and then, as sort of hiding from her, puts his nose to his shirt sleeve to sniff. Kana took a deep breath, between wanting to laugh and being angry.

“It's not a real smell! Did you not listen to me?”

“Ah… right”, he huffs, sort of like a light laugh, “so you have this keen sense of smell…”

“Yeah… in a way. And no, stop trying to smell you, you don't stink right now… well, except for sweat and a little blood, but other than that it's fine.”

“Hmm…”

“Anyway… I found out you're from there. And well, that explains a few things.”

“Does it?”, He raises an eyebrow.

“Your bearing, almost never relaxed when in an open place. That curious way of someone who is only really living now. The fact of thinking only of the present. Annoyance at trivial things like… pulling me out of the middle of the room so I can calm down… when… you're clearly used to… this…”, she points with her thumb at the blacked out guys in the room, not really wanting to look there, “and also the fact of being so happy because of a damn cake-”

He narrows his eyes, clearly scolding, and Kanami rolls hers.

“Okay, it’s not every day someone gets a thank-you-cake…

“It took you two days to make that. All that effort, just for me. You're not even giving yourself credit, woman.”

She looks at him, surprised.

“Oh… so… was that why?”

“Even now I'm still pissed they ate the first one.”

After a moment of trying to hold on, she lets out a snort and finally bursts out laughing. The cat got off her lap, annoyed. Ohma was also annoyed. Or rather, confused.

“What's funny?”

“Oh, no big deal… it's just that…” she holds back another burst of laughter, “I've never received a compliment like that. Or rather saying: I've never seen anyone like what I made to the point of being so possessive.”

He grunted, crossing his arms, not knowing how to react.

“Thank you”, she continues, “it made me feel a lot better.”

He nods, still in the same position but more relaxed. “Welcome.”

A moment passed, without them saying anything, she just didn't know what to ask.

“Hey, Ohma…”

��What”

“Why are you still here? I mean, at my house?”

“Isn’t it obvious? There may be more Worms coming this way, looking for you. Someone has to stay in the area to get them. The others are actively hunting as we speak.”

“Worms?” She looked confused, but assumed it might be what he called criminal people - And… did you say “others”?

“Yea. Some people I know”, he gets up a little, to look around, “but I don't think they'll show up anymore, though. We can get out of here.”

She partly couldn't believe it. This all… because of her? Okay, not quite a typical situation, but that's exactly why she felt something bubbling in her chest. She was no teenager, she knew what that was. She tried to erase it right away. It wouldn't get her anywhere.

“Hey… Kanami… you turned pale and then red all of a sudden” he puts his hand on her forehead, “hnm… you don't look like you're sick.”

Her eyes widen when he touches her forehead, dodging a little. “I-I'm fine, I just… it was a busy day, okay? Not everyone comes out of this unscathed, especially those who are definitely not used to it.”

“I see” he gets up, “I suggest you pack up.”

“Wha- pack up?”

“Uh… would you rather stay here, then?”

“Oh… right… “, she gets up, “yeah, actually… I'd really rather spend the night in a hotel or something…”, she brushes the dust and the cat's fur off her clothes…

Until she realizes that the outfit she was wearing was a sleep dress that was almost see-through because the fabric was so thin. It sinks in and her face couldn't get any redder.

“I think changing clothes is good, too” she almost muttered, holding her voice, it was no use screaming, anyway. If he saw something, he'd already had plenty of time for it.

“It's cold outside, so yes.” he says, without any change in his voice.

She nods, and tries to walk to her room, not wanting to embarrass herself anymore. She opened the door and came face to face with one of the thugs she had knocked out waking up.

That's when she screamed, kicking him in the face in fright.

“Hey, what happened?” was Ohma's voice from behind, until she looks at the fallen guy “Oh…”

“G-get him out of here please…” she asks in a pained voice.

He doesn't say anything, just drags the guy out of the room, holding him by the armpits. She closes the door and leans against it, falling to the floor as well, shaking like a green stick. The tears came back, and she let them out.

Outside of her room, after taking care of getting the guy out and throwing him in the living room with the others, Ohma heard the sobs in the bedroom. Not wanting to get close and disturbs, he sat at the bottom of the stairs, waiting for her to be done.

He sighed, suddenly a little tired, also feeling responsible for all this mess.

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