#one mention of twisted tisha so it counts

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[16]: Think Fast

People who figured out what map you’re hiding on, let me know! :)

Reader has a very “slice of life” attitude. She takes things as it is, and if she can’t change things at first, she just accepts them, because what else can she really do?

Much longer than my other stories, btw!

⚠️THIS STORY CONTAINS SEXUAL CONTENT. BE WARNED.⚠️

You were so paranoid you feared your heavy breathing was going to attract a twisted.

Floor 24. 5 Twisteds. 8 machines. One you against all of it, and them.

At least you had full health, but that didn’t make TWISTED VEE, SPROUT, AND TO TOP IT ALL OFF, DANDY ANY BETTER!

Funny, because you had a Vee and a Sprout in the team. Sprout died at floor 18, Vee at 21.

You would have screamed in anger if your sense of fear didn’t overrule it. You knew doing a Dandy run alone was risky, but this!? This was any solo runner’s worst nightmare.

You’d have just given up if you didn’t need research for that Dandy plush.

You have to stop hiding behind the shelves at some point. At this pace, you’ll never get off this floor!

How many did you have again? Looking up, you saw the big numbers right across the gray bar. 5/9.

Inhaling and exhaling slowly, you calmed yourself, checked both ways for Twisteds, and ran. You ran, and ran, and ran, for what seemed like forever. You heard footsteps behind you at one point, but you think you lost whoever it was. Probably the Tisha on this floor or something.

You quickly spotted a machine near you with a red light, and made a dash to it after you had regained a bit of stamina. Turning the valve as quickly but quietly as you could, you strained your arms to extract faster while also straining your ears to hear past the creaking and dripping sounds.

Okay, Dandy’s going to run over here as soon as I finish this machine. Legs, you better not fail on me now!

As soon as you heard the ding of the machine and heavy thuds coming your way, you instantly dashed around the corner into another room. Seeing a huge round…thing,(you didn’t know how to describe it other than it was a big cylinder that was see-through halfway up) you took it as your hiding place and crossed your fingers to not get caught.

After a minute, you slowly turned and peeked up over the glass. Your eyes widened and you slapped a hand over your mouth as you saw bright, pointed petals fanned out and blood-red eyes searching the area. His looming form towered over you; he was at least 5 of you stacked, if not more!

Don’tmakeasounddon’tmakeasounddon’tmakeasound-!

You ducked back behind the tube and squeezed your eyes shut, waiting for him to pass. It felt like forever until you heard the loud thudding of his footsteps getting quiet.

Was he gone? You quickly composed yourself and looked around. YES! That’s 6/9. You can do this, keep pushing! And maybe, as a sort of reward, you would get a break floor next! No blackout, all common twisteds, someplace where you could recover from your fear and rest.

Hurrying yourself, you pushed off the floor and sprinted to the nearest stack of boxes.

A memory of you pretending to be a spy as a kid came to your mind as you crouched there before you pushed it away. Now isn't the time.

Seeing another machine close to you, you were about to dash over to it before you hear the footsteps of Vee walking by your hiding place. You stay as silent as you possibly can, and when she finally leaves, jog over to the machine.

Dandy's going to run over here again. Where can I hide?? I guess I'll just have to hope he's not close by and I can get far enough away before he sees me.

Hearing the familiar thuds, you run to the nearest large shelf and kneel down, praying that he doesn't see you.The thuds grow louder, and after a bit, grow quieter. You look around the corner.

You're getting there! 7/9 done! Now, where's the last one?

You had already primed a machine near the elevator so you didn't have to risk going across the entire map in 25 seconds, so technically you had 8/9.

But after searching for it for a while, you were actually starting to panic when you couldn't find any more machines. But then you saw it.

A machine. In the MIDDLE OF THE MAP.

Oh, just great! They had to pick the worst possible map for the worst possible twisteds for the worst possible machine placements and then they decide to put me, the worst possible person on it and-

Your head was spinning at the thought of trying that machine. At least you had a high extraction speed?

You have to do it at some point.

So, you waited. You genuinely didn't know how long you sat there waiting for the coast to be clear, but it was a long time. It was always one of them that was there.

Finally, the middle was empty of twisteds, and you ran with all your might to the machine. Turning the valve as fast as you could, you constantly checked for twisteds around the corners.

Okay, Dandy is by the broken elevator, Vee is by the elevator…Sprout is…last time you saw Sprout he was off to the side somewhere.

Halfway done. The extraction was halfway done. Seeing a bit of green out of the corner of your eye, you duck behind a shelf again and begin the next long, long waiting session for them to leave the middle. Thank goodness the twisteds couldn’t hear your heavy breathing.

You would probably have fallen asleep if you weren't in such a dangerous situation.

Going back. ¾ done. Hiding again. Just a little more…!

You took a deep breath. This was it. Seeing the light change to green, you ran in the direction of the elevator, leaving the approaching Dandy behind to look at your finished work. See it and weep, flower.

…Turns out Vee was still there.

You let out a scream as your speed was halved, emptying your stamina bar bit by bit.

112/125. 84/125. 59/125. 31/125.

She wouldn't stop following you!

You sped around the corner, ducking behind boxes and trying to lose her, but her attention span was just too high! Slowing to a walk to conserve your stamina, you snatched a granola bar out of your pocket and hastily pulled off the wrapper.

Taking a large bite, you huffed as a tingling sensation flew through you. But it still wasn't enough, so you grabbed a POP can off the floor and tore off the opener, downing it and trying once again, to hide behind a shelf.

You were running out of items too now! This is looking bad…but you need to circle back to the elevator!

You slowed down again, shoes screeching against the floor in a sharp turn, before you let out an “Oof!” as you ran straight first into a wall.

Wait…that's not a wall. It just moved.

You fell back to the floor, nearly slamming your head against the ground. Quickly trying to get up again in a panic, you realized you couldn't move. You could only see bits of black ichor through your blurry eyesight, clouded with tears as you struggled.

You were so close…and yet so far…and now, it's come to an end. You made a good effort, but in due time, you would have died like the rest of your friends.

The restraints around you flexed, lifting you higher. A black…hand. So this is Sprout. Fair enough that you would die to one of your past teammates.

Mechanical whirrs and beeping drew closer, and you opened your eyes to see Vee's usual glare change into a sort of cruel smirk as she looked at you.

Concluding that you were dead, she walked away, leaving you alone to die.

Closing your eyes again and sagging in the fist that held you tight, you waited for him to kill you.

A sort of groan echoed through the room, and you were…let go? You couldn't tell, you had your eyes closed. No. You weren't let go. A wave of dizziness washed over you as you were turned, gravity pulling you down. Slowly opening your eyes again, you stared at the floor confused.

Was he holding you by the back of your shirt?

…

He was, wasn't he?

Shocked and annoyed, you flailed around, trying to get your shirt to rip and let go. There was a growl from behind you, but you didn't care. If you were going to die, you were going to put up a fight.

Ugh, he summoned one of those stupid tendrils again…what’s he gonna do now? Stab you? Actually yeah, probably.

You momentarily stopped struggling to glare at him in what you thought was your final moments, but your eyes widened as you heard a ripping sound and the cold air hit your back, making you shiver.

What the hell is he doing!?

You tried to look back in a moment of confusion, before choking on your own spit as you were thrusted forward. Tears pricked at your eyes as you felt pain invade your senses. Lots of pain. IT HURT.

What. The. Hell.

Is…

You refused to accept the fact that this was actually happening and tried to struggle again, but let out a whine at the friction behind you.

…You tried to process what just happened in your mind, but nothing came up. Mumbling curses to yourself, you tried to at least make yourself comfortable in preparation for what was to come.

The tendril in you was…cold, to say the least. Really cold.

It’s covered in ink, what did you expect?

I don’t know! I…nevermind, I’m not going into detail about that.

You grit your teeth as the tendril began to move, slowly at first, but gradually speeding up. It felt like it was destroying your insides, stretching you out in every possible way. The huge hand adjusted itself, supporting your weight to lay under you.

Was pain supposed to feel good? Probably not. But it did. You gripped the black ichor in front of you, your hands slipping and sliding off of it constantly as you tried to get a firm grip.

You let out a hiss as the tendril thrusted particularly rough. Huffing, you slumped your head to lie on the huge black hand as you gave up the fight. All you could really do was squeeze your thighs in response and let out pitiful whines.

Your eyes opened, as open as half-lidded eyes could, to stare at the floor.

How had you stooped to this level? You don’t really know.

…Did you even really care with how good it felt?

…

You jerked as the thrusts began to speed up more, and you laid your face back down in shame and pleasure.

Your stomach felt like it was twisting into knots, whether that was good or not, you really didn’t care. You couldn't even properly focus on it right now.

…At least you were flexible?

Oh, who are you kidding, trying to make the best out of the situation.

You groaned, feeling a coil tighten within you. Your nails dug into the ichor beneath you, the feeling of being stuffed imprinted into your mind.

This was sick. You were sick. This…monster was sick. You just wanted to see your friends again.

…That’s all you wanted.

You let out a loud cry as you felt the coil snap, gushing over the intrusion buried deep within you.

…

So there you lay…wasted and spent on the floor.

It felt like everything was floating around you, like you were in space, lying among the millions of stars.

The galaxies would swirl in masses right before your eyes, imploring you to reach out and touch them, but you could barely move an arm to do so. It helped you escape the shame of how much you had loved it. It was so dark…and yet bright, a haze like you would probably never be in again.

…

Footsteps…near you…being…lift…ed…wh…y…?

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From Eden: Two

Warnings: noncon sexual acts, mentions of mental illness; tags to be added throughout series

This is dark!Bucky. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: The mc suffers from agoraphobia. After a new neighbour moves in across the street, her home becomes even more of a prison.

Note: Yo, so here’s part 2! I hope you all enjoy. As before, there is a transcript at the end for anyone having issues with the images.

Thank you so much for your patience! And support!!

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Transcript:

Sunday

I called Dr. Tisha this morning. I told her about the neighbour. She said it was nice of him to help with the garden but ignored me when I mentioned the broken gate. I don’t know if she believed me. It didn’t seem like it. 

She’s coming by tomorrow to check on my progress. That means I can’t keep those magazines on the dining table anymore. The last time she made me throw half of them out. She didn’t listen when I told her some were so old they were priceless. Sometimes it feels like she doesn’t listen to me at all. Well, what do I pay her to do then?

I haven’t been back outside. I should water the garden as it’s only getting hotter but I don’t appreciate the unwanted audience. An intruder!

Later

I still haven’t found the courage to venture out. I made sure the bike lock was still in place from the front door. It is. Though, if that man’s metal hand could break the old lock, it will likely shred the chain lock. 

Thinking about it makes my heart race. I should go lay down. I’m dizzy and the humidity is making me sick to my stomach. Or maybe it’s something else.

Monday

Dr. Tisha came by early today.

I showed Dr. Tisha where I kept my medicine in the bathroom cabinet, the pills divided into the days. I check off each day on the calendar so I don’t forget either. She said that was good. The last time she was here, it was because I’d stopped taking the pills so I hope this made her happy.

Then she walked through the house, she said she was happy to see the top of the table this time. I laughed but it wasn’t really funny. Then she went to the kitchen and checked all the drawers. 

She found some books hidden under the sink and asked if I’d ever read them. I mean to but haven’t yet. She took them to the guest room where she found the bins of books stacked in the corner. Better than last time when they were a pile on the carpet. 

She said I have too many things. Too many things that aren’t mine. She says it’s okay to be sad about grandma but that holding onto all her stuff won’t bring her back. Like I don’t know that! I do know! But she left me these things so yes, they are mine.

Then we went to grandma’s old room. It’s the same as it was. As it’s always been. Dr. Tisha frowned and went to my room next. 

She asked me about the broken bed frame. I told her it was nothing. I made sure to replace the duvet I’d dragged out the couch to sleep without threat of rolling onto the floor in my sleep. Not that I sleep very much.

She opened my closet and found the magazines. That didn’t impress her either.

We had tea in the kitchen and talked. She asked me how I was feeling. About side effects and all that. Besides the occasional bout of nausea and vivid dreams, I’m fine. She agrees.

Then she asked about the tall shelf of vinyls in the living room. Which one is my favourite? I told her the old Vera Lynn record reminded me of grandma and it was still on the needle.

Then we argued. She wants me to get rid of the ones I don’t listen to. And the magazines in my closet! And she wants me to go through all the books, too. 

She also suggested that I think about redecorating. I told her I didn’t want to do any of that. I like the house the way it is. Who is it hurting if I have a few extra books laying around?

She calmed me down after I raised my voice. She made me count my breaths and explained that I don’t have to get rid of everything, just a little. She says it would help with my progress. And, she said, I could probably make a healthy profit off a yard sale. 

Well, I don’t care about the money, I don’t want to have a sale. I don’t want to deal with people and them thumbing through grandma’s thing for pennies. 

Dr. Tisha said she’ll make some signs and we’ll have the sale on Saturday. My task for the week is to decide what to sell and prices. We argued again but not very long.

When she left, I started crying. Everywhere I look, I see grandma and this place is empty enough without her.

Tuesday

Lorena showed up today.

I gave her my list, it wasn’t very long. She asked about the bike lock and I asked if she could stop by the hardware store and get a new mechanism. She asked me if I even knew how to fix it. I said I’d figure it out.

I told her about Dr. Tisha’s idea for the yard sale. She said it was a great idea. I still don’t agree but she offered to help me sort through the guest room. I shrugged and asked her how long she’d be at the store. She said the usual and left.

I waited by the door. I watched the front gate for her return. She had the combination to the bike lock now and could let herself in. I just wanted her to come back and drop everything off so I could be alone.

When she did return, she wasn’t alone. I saw her at the gate, fumbling with the lock. As the gate shifted open, a metal arm reached past her to push it all the way. The man held a paper bag in his other arm as Lorena carried the other.

He was smiling as he spoke to her and let her pass. He followed her to the door and he saw me before I could back away from the slated window in the door.

“Open up,” Lorena called as she tapped the door. 

I didn’t know what else to do but open the door. When I did she handed me her bag and reached for the one the man held.

“Sorry, but… I can’t let you inside.” She said glumly. “But thanks for the help.”

“No problem.” He glanced past her and I tried to hide behind her but he’s taller than her. He’s very big up close. “You have a great day. Both of you.”

“You, too.” Lorena said and he strode away.

When the gate clattered closed I waited until I was sure he was gone. I dropped my bag and rushed to check the lock. He’d secured it. Good.

I went back to the house and locked the door too. Lorena already had both bags on the table.

“He didn’t mean any harm,” She said as she unpacked the groceries. “He was just helping me so I figured--”

“You shouldn’t have let him in.” I told her.

“He was only in the yard. He didn’t come into the house.”

“I could have helped you.” I said.

“When’s the last time you went past the gate?” She asked as she pulled out a small plastic bag and slid it across to me. It was the new lock. “That should fit, if you can figure it out.”

“That’s not the point, Lor,” You slapped the table. “You let him into my space. A stranger!”

“He’s your neighbour. I’ve talked to Dr. Tisha and you know you’re supposed to be working on your socialising. This yard sale will be a good first step.”

“This yard sale is bull shit,” I was so angry I could have yelled. “I like being alone. I like it here. This is my home and these are my things!”

“Calm down.” She set down the carton of milk and neared me. “Look, I’m sorry. You’re right. I should’ve asked before I let him past the gate.”

I felt so tired. Suddenly weak, like the air had been let out of me. I felt bad for being so mad with her after she went all the way to town for me. 

“I’m sorry I got upset.” 

She forgave me and I forgave her. She convinced me to fill one bin for the sale before the end of the day. She left shortly after. Her and Shelby are going to see a movie. I’m watching one too. An old black and white movie Grandma had on her shelf of cassettes. It’s interesting but the edges are fuzzy and the audio is muffled.

Oh, well, I’m tired. And I’ll be sleeping on the couch anyway.

Wednesday

I tried to fix the lock today. I haven’t been outside that long since last week. The garden needs to be watered.

I took out grandma’s old toolbox, the tools half-rusted but intact. I got what was left of the old lock off easily but the new one was more of a task to get in. I had to open the gate to get it in. The holes for the screw were off-kilter but I couldn’t turn the lock enough to get them to line up.

Then he showed up. That man. Bucky. The lock slipped out as he scared me and my screw driver hit my shoe. My toe still hurts.

“You need some help?” He asked.

I shook my head and tried to close the gate on him but he was already picking up the mechanism and screwdriver.

“I can do it.” I sound like a dying mouse. I reached for the lock but he didn’t even seem to notice. “Hold the door steady and I’ll just--”

“I can do it myself,” I said louder but he still didn’t seem to hear me. Or chose not to.

He reached around the gate and pulled it closer to him. I grabbed the bars and he slid the lock into place. His metal fingers shifted it and aligned the holes.

“Do you have the screws?” He asked.

I found the box on the bunch of rocks just beside the gate. I handed him each long screw and he easily twisted them into place.

“There ya go,” He gave the screwdriver back and smiled.

I closed the gate, as good as pushing him out of the yard. He let me but looked confused. I took the key from the box and slid it in the slot. I turned it and the click slowed my racing heart.

“I still don’t know your name,” He said.

I didn’t tell him and left him there. You think he’d get the clue.

Thursday

It’s not even 5am. I woke up in a sweat. The fan is dead and the house has grown stolid, even as the night air slips through the open window.

I thought I’d closed it more but it is wide open and the power is out. There is an eerie silence as the buzz of the fridge is entirely gone and the house is pitch black. 

I swear I saw something move in the window. Maybe a bird?

I tried to get back to sleep but it’s too hot. I guess I’ll just sit and wait for the sun to rise. It’s already starting to.

I want to go out in the garden today. I just hope that man doesn’t bother me again. I hope the lock is still in place.

Friday

Well, yesterday was fine. The power came back on at noon as I watered the garden and trimmed some overgrown plants. The freesias had grown despite my neglect. 

Today was just as boring. I read at the patio table for a while but then the phone started ringing. Dr. Tisha was checking in. She said she put the signs up yesterday and hoped the turn out would be good. She asked me how much I got done. I lied and said a lot.

Now I’m going to go sort through the guest room and toss a few records on top to get her off my back. I guess I’ll just have to hide under the table tomorrow.

Saturday

Everytime I think I’m doing better, it all goes so bad! 

Dr. Tisha and Lorena arrived early to set up the yard sale. They unfolded a table just inside the gate, leaving it wide open, and helped me arrange everything on top of it. I was nervous and tired. I didn’t sleep very much.

I waited nervously and the first customer showed up. Gladys, an old friend of Grandma’s. She bought an old pin cushion and the Miles Davis record. I should have kept that.

I watched mostly as Dr. Tisha and Lorena took the money and helped people, both familiar and not. 

Dr. Tisha made me introduce myself to them at least. I hated it but they were mostly friendly. A woman with two children, I think she said her name was Essie? She said she liked my shirt. That was nice.

But then he showed up! I ignored him at first as he played with the ornamental cowbell. He took that and a few records from the table. He didn’t even seem to notice Dr. Tisha or Lorena as he came to me.

I kept my head down as I lined up the thimbles beside the painted sewing box.

“How much for the records?” He asked. 

I didn’t say anything and went to the other end of the table. He followed and I turned back and went back to the other end again. He followed me. Again.

“Now,” Tisha stopped me. “What are you doing? He asked you a question.”

I looked up and blinked dumbly. “What? I didn’t-- I was--”

“Bucky,” Lorena greeted him as she neared. “Tisha, this is the neighbour who helped with the groceries the other day.”

“Oh, hello,” She held out her hand as she blocked me from getting away. “I’m Tisha.”

She introduced me then and told me like a child to say hello. I did, quietly.

“Are you… the one who gave her the flowers?” Tisha asked.

“I did.” He smiled. “But I guess she already has enough.”

“She’s shy,” Tisha lowered her voice. “She’s working on it. Now,” she turned to me, “how much do you want for the records… and bell?”

I didn’t know what to say. The man watched me and I felt as if I would melt.

“Come on.” Tisha poked me. “We talked about this, right? This is your sale.”

“Ten dollars each,” I doubled the price. “And twenty for the bell.”

“That’s a bit pricey,” Lorena said. I shrugged.

“Sounds fair to me,” The man took out his wallet as he leaned the record on the table beneath the bell and used his leg to keep it from falling. “I’ve never listened to these bands before and I’m trying to expand my library.”

He held out the money. Tisha had to elbow me to get me to take it. I snatched it from him and counted it. Another elbow as Lorena kept me from turning away.

“Thank you,” I said to him. 

“I hope you enjoy the records,” Tisha offered gently before she pulled me aside.

She took me closer to the house as Lorena watched the table. She lowered her voice. “What’s going on?” She asked.

“Nothing.” I lied.

“Nothing? Why were you so rude to him?”

“I don’t like him.”

“You don’t know him.” She insisted.

“I don’t want to.”

“Look, I know you’re uneasy around men, but he was nice. And he’s your neighbour. You’ll be seeing a lot of him so I think you should at least try to be friendly. And remember what I said about friends?”

“My only friend is dead.” 

I was so upset I ran inside. And now I’m locked in my room, waiting for them all to just go away.