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[kissingagrumpygiant]

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No Driver’s License: Session 30

No Driver’s License is a Madoka Magica game I’m running for five players, using a homebrew of Yaruki Zero’s Magical Burst system. It follows five magical girls as they deal with an upheaval in the world’s magic system caused by some strange new three-eyed Incubators. They have to figure out what’s going on, who to trust, and how to put a stop to the cycle of despair.

I post session logs and omakes weekly sporadically, both as a reference for the players and for anyone who wants to follow along with the party’s misadventures.

[adventure log- read from the beginning]

[session 29 and a half]

Last time on No Driver’s License... the prisoner escaped. Which isn’t as bad as it sounds, but good luck telling Yukari that. She made sure to make it as bad as it sounds. Also, she kinda sorta learned a huge revelation about her personal backstory, but hasn’t verified it yet.

This time... the team meets up and has a calm and civil discussion about recent events. I’m sorry, that’s a lie. The team meets up, and panics like crazy trying to decide what to do next.

One of the things that someone decides to do next necessitates that I provide a content warning for suicide before this recap.

The night following... all that, the team meets up at Crown Center Café, the place where they have a phone set up to contact Homura.

And... she does. She tells them everything- which is that she told Yoshe everything. Or, mostly everything, she omitted the specifics of the Junko plan- but it’s still... probably less than ideal.

Ibara’s furious at having the hope of this being over snatched away from her. Seina’s taking it okay. Sakura... freezes up, tears up, and absolutely just runs for it.

As they give chase, Yukari telepathically yells at her- Sakura’s plan is to go get her aunt and Kazuya out of the bunker and flee the city with them, but Yukari points out that this is a very risky and bad idea, and Sakura- high on the adrenaline and general trauma of it all- acknowledges this, and decides to just keep running in a different direction, any direction, just away from all this. The team- while begging her to stop- makes Fury rolls to try and chase her down.

Sakura rolls 10 vs that, and fails to outrun everyone. Makoto and Ibara manage to corner her, and Yukari- unable to keep pace- sits down and makes a couple prophecies. She rolls and gets three this session, and spends two: one to check whether it’s bad if Sakura lets her loved ones out of the bunker (not the worst, 10% chance of catastrophe or so, which is aces by NDL standards), and one to check whether it’s bad if Sakura flees the city (it’s very, very, very bad, for sure.)

Meanwhile, Makoto and Ibara have Sakura cornered in an alley. Sakura tries to attack Ibara out of desperation, and they trade blows. It goes... as predictably as trying to engage in melee combat with Kazama Ibara goes. They’ve both got that regenning armor, so neither of them are hurt, but the feelings aren’t great.

And... Sakura, right now, is trapped, and breaking down, and it’s not great for her. She’s racking up Escaping into Books trauma like crazy- and she decides to... do something drastic.

Did I ever mention a certain little detail earlier? At one point, Sakura made a quick and uneventful stop by the hardware store, and purchased... a hammer. An ordinary hammer.

With their rolls, they’re able to keep Sakura from... doing something very regrettable. Yukari and Seina finally catch up.

With everyone on the scene, maybe things will be okay?

The team... exchanges a lot of words that come from a place of fear and hurt. Sakura and Ibara seem to think the team is just... fucked, that everything is going wrong and the boot will stomp on the face eternal. On top of that, Ibara’s “Disdain for victims” trauma track is pinging something fierce on Sakura’s plight.

In case you can’t tell... this is still going very, very badly. Hopeless bleak despair is consuming the group.

But... then, Yukari does what Sakura asked her to do. She uses her third Prophecy of the session.

Yeah, see- I kind of gave them a giant fuckoff mana potion that lets them make loads of overpowered magic items on demand? And their enemies... don’t have that? And there’s only two of them? I’ve beefed up my superbosses considerably, but... the party just actually has the edge at this point.

So- that particular miasma of despair has been banished by magic. It got pretty dicey for a moment there, though. As a result, the Devil appears.

(the actual answer is it’s Zero’s fault, he drew them, but sure let’s blame the Devil.)

From here... the team splits up to perform various errands, before meeting back up to do some more artificing. Ibara and Makoto head to Yoshe’s house to do some spying, Sakura and Seina head to the Hell Engine to prep for the crafting session, and Yukari goes to visit Hekima to ask some pressing questions.

Let’s start with the S crew. Sakura asks Seina if she’s okay, after that whole... incident.

The two of them head to the Hell Engine, which went super great last time the two of them went to the Hell Engine alone together. And- I should note that the Hell Engine is a ten-kilometer-wide island in the middle of Tokyo Bay right now, and as a result... there’s kind of a lot of hubbub from mortals trying to figure out exactly what the deal is with this thing. Crowds are milling about on the northeast end, and there’s people all over the place. Seina does a scan of the crowds using her Heartbleed power, which, as a passive effect, allows her to see telepathy connections and notice if there’s any magical girls using telepathy in visual range. It doesn’t seem like there’s anything like that, though- the coast is clear.

Anyway, uh- oh, hm. I guess... this isn’t just Sakura and Seina? I’m not sure if Makoto is present in this scene (she went with Ibara to go spying) or if she’s just using her animals and using Seina’s Heartbleed network to communicate with the team... or if she’s actually there and the events aren’t cotemporaneous exactly. Whatever. I guess Makoto’s there.

So, they do some Sense Magic rolls and stuff to look more closely for the cannibals- they might be present but not using telepathy, for instance.

Sakura- after rolling Heart to try and get a clearer picture of whether the two are dating (they sure look like they’re dating)- pulls the same move she used on her sister Emiko. Which is to say: exploding Maurice, chocolate everywhere. As before, she gets away with it scot-free- no one knows it was her.

Anyway, let’s check on the other groups. Yukari- wait, no, hold on, I got the timeline mixed up again. I think, uh... she does this after the artificing? I guess I’ll save that for last, then. 

...Oh, wait, actually- okay, I was totally wrong, everyone went to the Hell Engine to craft first, and then split up. Let’s just... well, I’ll just paste the results of the artificing session:

Ibara makes magic wands that do unblockable disintegration damage- not much, and hazardous to teammates, but potentially useful.

Yukari and Ibara make some equippable buff things- Ibara’s naturally lets you improve performance by pushing yourself past the limit at a cost, and Yukari’s gives the wearer options for outmaneuvering the enemy.

Ibara combos with Yukari and Makoto to make some tools for restraining enemies and moving unseen.

Seina makes some gloves to make her healing a little more flexible- charging the gloves lets her bypass the three-points-at-a-time restriction, and bank heals when things are fine to dish out for free in a crisis.

Then... Ibara and Makoto have an idea. What if they used Makoto’s attention powers to make something that forces you to look at it, and Ibara’s visibility powers to make it impossible for your eyes to target the thing properly? It’d probably cause some headaches, huh?

Yes. Yes it does.

Makoto would like to be able to command her minions at a range, and without giving away her intentions. A quick combo with Seina’s telepathy stuff makes it work.

Seina, on a roll, decides to try to make a flower that can extend a soul gem’s effective range- letting them, for instance, fight without endangering their gem if they’re defeated. Unfortunately... she fails the roll, and it comes out backwards.

The Witch’s Flower limits a soul gem’s range such that it can’t detect that the body is still alive, forcing it to try and reconstitute a new one- which is too grief-expensive to do without witching.

Seina tries to make some minions, but too many crits means they’re too hard to control. Situational.

Sakura makes this thing, and then... well, here’s their plan for dealing with the cannibals. They can’t go on the offensive without breaking Makoto’s promise to Yoshe, but they can set a trap that’ll maximize their odds of winning if the cannibals attack. Sakura has volunteered to witch out, and has crafted an item to try and trap the cannibals inside the barrier, so they can’t escape like they did last time.

Okay, so- artificing round 2 complete. What do they do from there? Well, let’s check in on Yukari:

Yukari pays a visit to Hekima, at her hotel room.

The idea is... Hekima’s mind-reading power is the ability to ask a question of someone, and receive a true answer. 

Yukari comes up with a question, and has Hekima ask it.

Yukari then confirms that the rest of her old team existed and that her memories are unaltered, with a series of questions about them. Looks like Kimiko was telling the truth about that.

Some more questions, and...

Yukari tells her that Honoka is the one she suspects of doing this to her, and...

And then Yukari has her ask...

With that... it’s basically confirmed. Kimiko was telling the truth.

Hekima offers to try to do some brain surgery to try and fix what Honoka did, but Yukari violently rejects the suggestion. And it’s around this time that a pizza delivery girl knocks on the door. Hekima goes to answer it.

The pizza girl sees this weird situation, and tries to be nosy about it- but Yukari assures her everything’s fine, and leaves.

After this... Sakura attempts to talk to Yukari about what happened, picking up on how she’s acting weird and distressed about her backstory.

Yukari actively brushes her off, though, refusing to answer any questions.

Sooooooooo, that was awkward. But- hey, let’s go see what Ibara and Makoto are up to! Spying on Yoshe, huh? I bet nothing awkward will happen at all.

So, they’ve got a plan- they use that fancy super-invisible paint that also makes things around it invisible, and cover themselves in it. With that and the Somebody Else’s Problem amulets, they can sneak right in, right?

After trying a few things, Ibara uses her friction powers to just make the gate’s lock... slide open. The guy at the desk freaks out a little, seeing the non-automatic door open by itself.

Now- they reach her apartment, but don’t want to just walk in, in case there’s a trap, or if the more magic-savvy cannibals notice how weird it is that the door opened by itself. Instead... Ibara has a plan.

:chinhands:

But no, this goes off more or less without a hitch. Let’s see what they overhear!

The answer is no. No, you are eavesdropping on a private conversation.

Anyway... Yoshe changes the subject to important stuff. Kimiko wants to know how she fooled them into letting her go, but...

So... get ready for a wall of exposition. If you were wondering what was up with Kimiko and Honoka... here’s some answers for you.

Ibara contests this course of action- it’d be bad to go in and let them know they were spying. Makoto is forced to agree- but secretly, she intends on going back and talking to Yoshe on her own later, without Ibara.

Next time on No Driver’s License: in omakes, Makoto has that talk with Yoshe, and then... goes and informs Yukari of these developments, which can only go well and not catastrophically.

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Cannibal {06}

Part Six

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Word Count: 6.2k Warnings: Mature content and language.

My heart pounds as Ethan trails out of the cabin. I saw his heated skin - hell, I felt it. The tension in the room could have been cut with a knife, it was so thick.

But as I watch Ethan’s form disappear towards the showers, slightly limping, my knees finally fail me. I thought for sure when he’d whispered in my ear I was going to faint right then and there, but I managed to stay standing, even managed not to break my gaze from his eyes - those goddamned eyes.

I fall to the ground, catching the breath I hadn’t realized I’d lost during our stare down.

I don’t know how he found out about us going back to the sanctuary, and I’m even more baffled he seemed so upset about it. His tone might have been calm when he mentioned it, but I could hear the sternness there.

And now all of the sudden he has this crazy affect on me, making my knees weak and blush all over. Considering his own flushed face moments ago, I think I might have the same effect on him.

Something changed between us this morning when he’d mentioned Andrew - another thing I’m crazy confused about. Sure, I’d known Andrew liked me, but not like that. I always thought it was a big brotherly instinct of his to be a little overprotective of me.

And what’s worse, Ethan saw right through it. He picked it up before I even had the chance to.

And then there was the almost kiss with Ethan this morning.

Shaking my head and ridding the thoughts of Ethan, Andrew, and every other confusing thing in my life right now, I stand up and grab my talkie.

“Liza?” I ask, hoping she still was at the front gate. Static echoes through the room, and I say her name one more time before giving up, prodding out the door without a second thought.

The usual two and a half minute trek to the front gate is cut short by my hurrying feet, gravel and grass crunching underneath my heavy steps.

As I approach the watchtower, Liza’s form comes into view at the bottom and before I can get angry about her not responding to me when I’d commed her, another form stops me in my tracks.

Blaine is looking at Liza accusingly, his eyes narrowed and his hands settled on his hips.

My heart rate speeds up as I make my way over to them. Liza’s eyes are panicked, and I can’t help but feel a pang of guilt. She hadn’t wanted to be involved in this in the first place.

“I know something’s going on and you’re going to tell me what it is, right now,” his voice demands, his left hand pointing at the ground to get his point across.

“Blaine…” Liza starts, but her voice is soft and unwilling to continue. She finally sees me, the look in her eyes a mixture of anger and desperation.

“Who did you comm when I left? That’s the fifth time you’ve done that in the past two days.”

“Blaine-”

“Not now, Y/N,” he cuts me off with a wave of his hand, then he looks back at Liza. “Every time I leave the camp, you eagerly talkie someone. I want to know who. Now.”

“Me,” I tell him. It’s technically not a lie. I’m the one receiving the comms, along with Ethan and Grayson’s talkies. But I get them too.

“And why are you concerned about my whereabouts?” he asks me.

My throat chooses now to close up, my tongue frozen at the roof of my mouth. I part my lips slightly, willing myself to feed him a lie, but no words come out. Liza’s standing behind him, her eyes wide and shaking her head wildly. I think for a second she’s looking at me, as if begging me not to tell Blaine the truth but I see that her eyes are focused on something behind me.

Or someone.

“Blaine!” she calls out suddenly, causing him to turn to her. “Look, we can explain.”

I use the moment to turn, watching as Grayson’s head peeks out from the side of a cabin. He must have gotten the comm that Blaine was gone and thought it was okay to come out here. I shoot him a warning look and jerk my hand in his direction, motioning him to go back inside his cabin.

“Then explain,” Blaine’s voice is low, but still lethal.

“We’re just-” Liza starts, but she probably doesn’t know what to say. She’s looking at me again, eyes silently begging.

“We just want to make sure you’re okay,” I say, thinking of the best excuse I can come up with.

My mind wanders to Ethan and I suddenly remember that he’s in the shower. He has no idea Blaine is still here. He could finish at any second, and if he comes out here, we’re toast.

Thinking fast, I throw an arm around Blaine’s shoulder and turn him towards the gate, slowly walking him out.

“You’ve been going on a lot of outings lately for supplies and stuff. You’re taking up a lot of responsibility for the sake of your camp,” I tell him. He loves flattery. “Liza and I figured we could-”

“You should have consulted me first,” he says, cutting me off. He abruptly stops outside the gate, swinging my arm off his shoulder. “Listen, I don’t care what you’re doing this for because I can tell it isn’t for me. Just…” He stops, rubbing a palm down his face. “Whatever secrets you’re keeping, just think about when you plan on letting me in. I’m not an idiot.”

With that, he leaves, David in the car waiting on him. I know David won’t spill, but if Blaine attempts to ask Liza again, or even Trevor, we might be in trouble.

I turn back to the gate and walk in. “He’s onto us,” I tell Liza as I stride by. She follows.

“So what are we supposed to do?”

I fight from rolling my eyes. Seriously, why does everyone expect me to have the answers? I turn back around and watch as the gate closes before looking at Liza. “We’re looking at one of two options right now. One, we kick the boys out.”

“Y/N,” she replies, looking at me with pleading eyes.

“Or two,” I continue, drawing out the words. Kicking them out seemed like a dream just a day ago, but the thought of leaving them out there for dead somehow makes my insides churn. “We tell Blaine. He’s onto us anyways, he might as well hear it from us before he find out unexpectedly.”

Liza sighs, looking like she’s contemplating. I know she doesn’t want to kick them out, hell, I don’t either. But I also know Liza is the worst when it comes to confrontation. She’s probably just as scared to tell Blaine.

“He might kill us,” she says, her shoulders slumping. “You know how he feels about the Scabs.”

“Well then, we’ll die in vain,” I mutter sarcastically. “In case you forgot, they’re not Scabs anymore. The Scabs are dead. Ethan, Grayson, and Aaron, they’re one of us now.” The words feel strange but correct coming off my tongue.

Liza seems to contemplate for a moment, her eyes closing in frustration. She hugs the gun in her hands to her torso, as if using it as some sort of shield. “Fine,” she says finally, looking at me. “But I am not going to be the one to tell him.”

With that, she leaves, heading back up the tower to keep watch.

I sigh and look at my watch. I’m scheduled to go on a run today with Alexis and Emmett, and although we can technically leave whenever we want to, I’d rather just go get it over with.

I start towards my cabin, but think better of it, knowing Ethan could be back in there any second. Instead, I make my way to Gabbie’s cabin, hoping Alexis is there.

To my delight, she’s sitting on the porch, Jane Eyre open in front of her. I smile at the sight. “Hey.”

“Hey,” she replies, looking up at me with her own smile. “What’s up?”

“We have a run today,” I remind her. “I was thinking we could go early.”

“It’s almost lunchtime though,” she replies with a small pout.

“Come on, Lex,” I tease. “You aren’t gonna starve to death.”

She rolls her eyes, but still manages a smile. “Wanna recruit Gray for help?” she asks, closing her book.

“On a nickname basis already?”

“We could always use the extra hand,” she says with a shrug. “Besides, I’m sure you’re not too interested in asking Ethan to go anyways.” A smirk plays at her lips after this comment, and I can’t help but feel my neck begin to flush with heat.

“Excuse me?” I ask playfully, helping her to her feet. She doesn’t answer, just looks at me with a knowing look. I shoot her an accusatory one. “What?”

“What?” she mimics, leading me off her porch. We head towards Emmett and Andrew’s cabin. I refrain from commenting further, there’s no need to add fuel to the fire, right?

Emmett is laying in his porch hammock when we show up, flipping through an old playboy.

“Hey heartbreaker, you ready for our run?” Alexis asks, gently kicking his bottom through the hammock.

His brows crease together as he checks his watch. “Right now?”

“Catching the bait early,” Alexis responds, nudging her head towards me. “Princess wants to get it over with.” I simply roll my eyes at the comment.

“Avoid a certain Scab, are we?” Emmett asks with a smirk. He stands from the hammock and walks into his cabin, Alexis and I following suit.

“Oh, yeah. Aaron’s driving me crazy,” I reply with an exaggerated eye roll. They both shake their heads with knowing looks while Emmett gets ready. “You guys should know that Blaine is onto us about them.”

“Seriously?” Alexis asks, her bright features turning to concern in an instant.

“He doesn’t know what we’re keeping from him, but he knows something’s up,” I say with a sigh. Andrew walks in right about the time I continue. “I think it would be best if we told him.”

“Tell who what?” he asks, lowering himself onto his bunk.

“Are you crazy?” Alexis asks me, ignoring him. “He’ll kill us.”

“Either we tell him or he finds out anyway, only pissing him off more.”

“Wait, what?”

“Blaine knows about the Scabs,” Emmett says, pulling his gun from his bedside table.

“No, he doesn’t, but he knows we’re hiding something,” I explain. I look at Andrew, gauging his reaction. But he only shrugs, leaning back onto the bed.

“So tell him,” he says. He closes his eyes, calmly breathing. Alexis nudges me, giving me an incredulous look.

“Dude. He’ll chastise us,” Emmett says.

“And he’ll kick them out,” Alexis adds. I sigh, watching as Andrew only shrugs, not bothering to open his eyes. Yeah, Ethan and them getting kicked out is probably all he wants anyways.

“Three less problems,” he says.

I don’t know what comes over me, but looking at his cocky little grin and his mundane attitude towards the situation lights a random little fire inside of me and I snap. I’m sick of him acting like he’s so superior over them.

“Since you don’t seem worried about the consequences, why don’t you tell Blaine?” I ask, crossing my arms over my chest. Andrew’s eyes open, but he doesn’t move beyond that. He looks at me, an almost daring look in his eyes. “But I swear to you that if you do something to intentionally get Ethan, Grayson, and Aaron into trouble, I will personally drag you out the gate myself and I won’t hesitate to leave you out there to fend for yourself, are we clear?”

I don’t give him a chance to answer, stalking out the door, leaving him, Alexis, and Emmett watching with dumbfounded faces. Alexis trails behind, a smirk on her lips while Emmett comes up behind her. I find myself walking towards Grayson and Aaron’s cabin, remembering Alexis’s suggestion to bring an extra hand, and although about ten minutes ago, I would have thought to ask Andrew, Grayson seems much more a less stress-inducing option.

As soon as I’m about to round up to the cabin, I’m stopped short by the sight of Ethan walking from the showers. He’s trailing slowly towards our cabin, not caring who sees his half bare figure, only his lower half covered by a towel as beads of water trickle down his sun kissed skin. Of course the first thing I notice is his defined shape. He’s all abs.

God, am I drooling?

“You okay?” Alexis asks, stopping with me. She takes a look at me and follows my line of sight, chuckling. “We can ask him to go.”

“He just took a shower, I don’t think he’d want to go,” I say, making the excuse slip easily past my lips. Why do I suddenly want to devour the sight of him? How can one human be so ethereal. Well, two, I guess, considering he has a twin, but good lord. Speaking of his twin…

I shake my head of any unholy thoughts that were trickling into my mind before turning back to the cabin, simply inviting myself in. Big mistake, because just as I was finish looking at the sculpted greek god dripping in water, I’m faced with a replica, only slightly different.

“Oh, hey,” Grayson says. He’s on the ground, doing sit-ups in the middle of the cabin floor… shirtless. “Blaine gone again?”

I avert my eyes from his clenched and incredible established torso and decide to look over at Aaron instead. He’s sitting at the desk with all his paperwork sprawled out on top of it, looking unorganized as all get out. He’s still got a bandaged wrapped securely around his head.

“We’re going on a run. Need anything specific?” Alexis asks as she walks up to his work station.

Without a word, Aaron hands her a piece of paper, a list of chemicals and medicines on it. He continues to focus on sorting his papers, scanning over each and every one of them.

Alexis scans the list, eyebrows furrowing. “Where the hell are we supposed to get... collagenase?”

“Santyl. It’s a medicine that helps heal tissues faster,” he explains, not actually answering the question. “Grayson will go with you. He’ll know where everything is.”

“We aren’t going back to your sanctuary,” Emmett says. I almost jump, not realizing he’d followed us in here. I hope to god he didn’t see me momentarily fawning over Ethan.

“No, we won’t have to,” Grayson clarifies. He stands and grabs a shirt off his bed. “There’s a few hospitals out west from there. We cleaned out one, but the other might still have some useful stuff.”

“I’m guessing you already sweeped any nearby hospitals?” Aaron asks, looking over at Alexis.

“Yeah, Blaine had us pretty much sweep a ten mile radius for hospitals to bring literally anything we could find for Bre,” she answers.

“So now we’re looking at a fifty mile radius. There’s plenty of hospitals just outside of Westwood, but they’re a ways out. Might take you a couple weeks,” he replies, nodding, as if leaving for a long period of time was totally normal.

“I’m sorry, what?” Alexis asks, clearly in the same boat as I am.

“Pack light and take plenty of bags,” he says, standing up and going over to the closet. They’ve turned it into a small storage unit for new vials. There was nothing in any of them, but as soon as he had the right supplies, he’d be able to get some actual work done.

“Two weeks?” Emmett asks, his features set in a whiny frown.

“Maybe three,” Aaron says simply, nodding again.

“We’re probably going to need a bigger group, too,” Grayson says.

The three of us just stare at them, unsure of what to say. Three weeks away from camp to secure a thirty mile radius for supplies?

“What?” Grayson asks now, returning our confused looks.

“You’re asking us to go on a vacation,” Emmett points out. “Why on earth would it take three weeks?”

“Thorough runs always take a long time,” Aaron answers, almost as if it were a question. “Have you guys really not taken long trips?”

“The longest we’ve ever been out of the gates is two days,” Alexis says.

Aaron just stares at her for a moment, then looks at Grayson, who shrugs. He looks back to us before continuing. “If you take a big enough group, it shouldn’t take quite that long.”

Grayson sighs, as if something just came to him. “Shit, what about Blaine? He’ll wonder why you guys are leaving for so long.”

“That won’t be necessary,” I exhale. “He already knows something’s up.”

“He knows we’re here?”

“Not that specifically,” Alexis answers. “But he knows we’re hiding something. Y/N thinks it would be best if we just tell him.”

This time it was their turn to give us incredulous looks.

“Didn’t you say he hates us?” Grayson asks.

I sigh and cross my arms, leaning back onto the doorframe. “I said he hates the Scabs, yes, but if I recall, you are all here as one of us, correct?” Both boys look at each other, eyes questioning before looking back to me and nodding. “Then you’re not Scabs. The Scabs ceased to exist the minute the Traitors raided your sanctuary. I’m not saying he will comply to the idea of you guys being here right away, but if we explain the situation, he’ll understand. He has to. It goes against everything he believes in to just leave any of you out there for dead.”

I might have sugar-coated the last bit there, but I need them to cooperate. Yes, Blaine is against selfishness and will do whatever it takes to help someone in need, but he really does hate the Scabs. Convincing him that Grayson, Aaron and Ethan aren’t Scabs at all might be a trip, but if he understands what’s at stake, he might change his opinion.

“How do you propose we tell him?” Aaron asks.

“By just outright saying, how else?” I reply. “We just have to tell him, there’s no other way around it.”

“Y/N,” Alexis says, a warning in her voice.

“Jesus, if you’re all so afraid he won’t be understanding, I’ll tell him myself.”

With that, I walk out the door and make my way back toward the gate, not listening to the voices behind me.

Once I reach the watchtower, I begin to climb the ladder up to Liza, her features twisting in confusion once I’m standing beside her.

“What are you doing?” she asks.

“Relieving you of your duties,” I reply, taking her gun from her and securing it around my own body. “I’m waiting for Blaine to come back.”

Realization strikes her as her brows shoot up with worry. “Y/N-”

“I’m telling him if no one else, will, Liza. He’s already onto us, it’s not like there will be much damage done. Just go make sure Alexis and them keep the boys away from the gate.” I quickly grab the talkie from her belt loop without asking. “I’ll comm when it’s okay.”

“Y/N,” she says, eyes pleading me once again. “Are you sure about this?”

“Positive.”

An hour later, I’m still standing on the watchtower, patiently waiting for Blaine and David to come back. They’d left earlier to retrieve more of the food at the large grocery store just outside of town. I’ve had numerous comms come through my talkie. A couple were from Liza, asking if I was sure again. One was from Grayson, asking if it was okay to come outside yet. One was from Andrew, asking if I was crazy. Alexis had filled him in on the whole thing.

And one was from Ethan, unaware of where I was. He’d commed thinking it was Liza, asking if I’d gone on a run. That was when I shut the comm off completely.

I don’t need him worrying about me. I only hope Liza had done what I asked and made sure Alexis was forbidding any of the three boys from leaving their cabins.

Boredly, I glance back over the gate, seeing a cannibal running in the distance. It’s chasing a squirrel, and although the cannibal is fast, it’s unable to keep up with the speedy mammal. I raise my rifle to look through the viewfinder, watching as the squirrel leaps up into a tree, making the cannibal attempt to climb up itself. But they don’t climb. They can’t

I line the center of my vision up with the cannibal’s head, watching as it growls at the lost rodent in the tree. It’s clawing at the bark, making its already gnarly fingers stain with new blood. Once it realizes it’s lost its prey, it turns its head to me, as if they can see me from this distance.

I pull the trigger.

The silencer on the rifle head makes the shot quiet, almost soothing as I watch the cannibal fall lifeless to the ground.

“You know, you’re only supposed to shoot them if they’re in a dangerous range,” Andrew’s voice says beside me. I nearly jump out of my skin, having not noticed he’d even climbed the ladder.

I look over at him, and although his voice was light and teasing, he looks menacing, angry.

“Gotta do something to bide my time,” I reply, cocking the gun again. “Gets boring up here.”

“You’re not even supposed to be up here,” he points out, friendly tone vanished completely. “Why are you doing this?”

“Because someone needs to keep watch,” I tell him.

“You know what I mean.”

I close my eyes in frustration releasing a large sigh before finally looking at him again. “Someone needs to tell him. There’s a lot at stake right now and it would just make everything easier if he was let in on what’s happening. I’m just doing what everyone else is too afraid to do.”

“I’m not letting you do this.”

“I’m not asking for your permission.” My voice is slowly raising octaves, but I don’t care. “Besides, you’re the one who seemed so calm about Blaine finding out anyway, so why do you suddenly care now.”

“I don’t care about what he’ll do to them, I care about what he’ll do to you.”

The way he says this makes my skin crawl. I get that he doesn’t like the guys, hell, just yesterday, I didn’t either. I was the one who almost kicked them out in the first place. But something happened between then and now, listening to Aaron go on about his research, how his eyes lit up when he mentioned his excitement for chemistry. Grayson and his profound knife skills, offering Alexis and Emmett lesson on proper technique.

Ethan, and how he looks in his slumber. How his hair stands in every which direction in the morning after he wakes up. How he’s listened so intently this morning when I talked about the lake and why I was adamant about keeping my cabin.

In the few days that I’ve known them, I’ve grown fond of the boys. The thought of something happening to any of them made my insides clench with uneasiness.

“This isn’t just about me, Andrew. This is about all of us and them. They’re one of us now,” I say for the third time today.

“Blaine will never let them stay,” he says, crossing his arms.

I nod, knowing how reluctant Blaine will probably be. “Maybe. If that’s what happens, then I’m gone, too. It’s me or them, that’s what I plan to tell him. And he won’t kick me out.”

Yeah, sounds narcissistic, but it’s true. Every person within these gates are his family, and the last thing Blaine would ever do is leave any of us for dead. He cares about me like a sister, maybe a daughter even. If he knows how serious I am about the boys, he knows it’s a chance worth taking.

“You’re making a mistake,” Andrew huffs before climbing down the stairs. As soon as he’s out of sight, I roll my eyes and avert my attention to the car pulling up.

I nod down at Axel, the gatekeeper before descending the ladder myself. David parks the car just outside the gate, shutting the engine off with a questioning look in my direction. Blaine is wearing one too as he gets out of the car, a backpack full of numerous food items in his hand. He continues to look at me while he shuffles it onto his shoulders.

“Why are you watching the tower?” he asks, stepping up to me.

“I have to tell you something.”

He took it heaps better than I thought he was, that’s for sure. There wasn’t any yelling, nothing was thrown. His temper didn’t show in the slightest, but his expression and the silence he was emitting as I told him about Ethan and them spoke volumes. He wasn’t happy, but he wasn’t as hostile as any of us thought he would be.

That’s how we end up in the chow hall, two hours after lunch has officially ended. Ethan, Grayson, and Aaron are sitting on a bench facing away from the table, all looking like they’d just been caught doing something. It’s almost ironic, how not too long ago, we were all on our knees in front of Ethan in his sanctuary, looking about the same as they do right now.

Blaine is sitting on a bench across from them, arms crossed and knee bouncing. He hasn’t said anything for at least five minutes. Talk about an awkward silence.

After I confessed to him about the boys, he surprised me by asking where they were. I told him where each one was staying (skimming over the detail that I’m still in my cabin - I simply told him Ethan was there) and he said to meet him in the chow hall with them and everyone who knows of them.

So here I am, sitting next to Alexis and Trevor on the other side of Blaine. Andrew, Emmett, Gabbie, Liza, and David are all standing opposite of us. We all probably feel like children about to be scolded by their father. Bre is standing behind the boys, and even she looks guilty as ever.

I can feel Ethan’s eyes on me, too. When I told Alexis to round up the boys and bring them here, I’d be dead set on avoiding him at all costs. He’d looked angry when they came in, eyes questioning and accusing. He probably feels somewhat betrayed by the fact that I ratted them out. Can’t blame him I guess.

“When did you get here?” Blaine asks quietly, not looking directly at any of them, just at the ground.

“Two days ago,” Ethan answers immediately. I risk a glance up at him, and yeah, there’s this weird fluttering thing that happens in my stomach. Weird.

“And who let you in?”

Gabbie’s face turns red immediately, knowing she was the one who had opened the gate. Granted, she’d only done it because Alexis told her to.

“They all did,” Ethan replies, a bit hesitant. He doesn’t want to single any one person out.

“What compelled you all to let them in?” he asks, turning to Trevor, Alexis and me. I open my mouth to respond, but Alexis beats me to it.

“Their camp was raided. When Y/N and Trevor went to the Henry house the other day, they found them outside. They’d been left for dead,” she says. The lies are quick and fluent, earning her a grateful look from the boys. “Trevor and Y/N came back, but couldn’t bring them because they were in pretty bad shape. They could barely even walk. Hell, Aaron was passed out. So we took the car and brought them back later that night. We were afraid to tell you because we know how you feel about the Scabs.”

Blaine is nodding, but he still looks pissed. “So you let Scabs into our camp?”

“They’re not Scabs, not anymore. Their place was destroyed,” Alexis says.

“Yeah, by a bunch of Traitors,” Emmett adds. I shoot him a warning look.

“Traitors?” Blaine asks, looking at Ethan for the first time.

I can see Ethan’s adam’s apple bob up and down. Blaine intimidates him. “Yes, sir. They used to be our friends. But they’re trying to create a bigger problem than the cannibals.”

“What do you mean?”

Ethan looks at Aaron, prompting him to explain. “We think Jack, their leader, is trying to make mutants out of the cannibals. It’s unlikely that he’ll get far, but if I can come up with an antidote, it shouldn’t be a problem if he does.”

“Antidote?”

“Yes, sir. For the virus. A cure, if you will,” Aaron finishes, sound much too formal.

“This something you’ve been working on?”

“Oh, yes, sir. We’ve even managed to acquire some of my old research from back at base.”

Blaine creases his brows together, seeming to contemplate. He looks intrigued, but there’s still some anger there. “These Traitors. What kind of mutants are they trying to create?”

“We think he’s looking for a way to spread the disease faster,” Grayson answers. “He basically wants it to be easily spread. By air rather than scratch or bite.”

Blaine nods once, concern etched on his features.

“I think I’ll be able to out-smart him in terms of formulas,” Aaron continues. “I can figure out the recipes he’s using for his toxin and I can counteract it with my own. However, if I’m going to be able to pull it off, there’s a lot more supplies I’m going to need. Alexis has a list.”

At the mention of her, Alexis flinches slightly. Everyone here is on edge. I can feel Ethan staring at me, too, which doesn’t help my own nerves at all.

“What kind of supplies?” Blaine asks, taking Aaron by surprise.

His head shoots up to Blaine, who is looking at him. Instead of shrinking under his stare, like I’d expect the timid genius to do, he sits up straighter. “Some medicines and chemicals. Everything I need can be found in any hospital, the good ones anyways. Alexis said you’ve already swept all the nearby hospitals and we’ve taken care of the ones a few miles out of our sanctuary. I already took the liberty of drawing out a map of all the hospitals outside Westwood, it’s about a fifty-five mile radius. It might take some time to sweep them all.”

Blaine is silent at he takes in the new information. I use the time to look back up at Ethan. He’s still looking at me, but I can’t read his features. He’s stoic, his face expressionless. I would say it beats him being angry, but honestly, it’s worse not knowing what he’s feeling.

“Y/N.”

Blaine saying my name startles me, making me tear my gaze away. He’s standing up, motioning for me to follow him. The whole group looks nervous for me, Bre on the edge of a meltdown. Andrew however, just looks bored, which makes me roll my eyes as I shove past him and follow Blaine to the kitchen.

Once I’m inside, Blaine closes the door behind, although it probably won’t do much considering there’s a giant window that sees out into the cafeteria.

“Do you trust these guys?” he asks me quietly, the question almost knocking me off my feet. Not exactly the question I was expecting.

After a moment, I nod. “Yeah, I do.”

He nods in return. “The Traitors, though. They’re a threat to us now.” He doesn’t ask like it’s a question, more just pointing out the obvious.

“Yeah, they seem to think so.”

“Is it because you brought them here?”

Despite the accusatory question, he sounds concerned, which surprises me again. “The Traitors were already a threat to us. They’re the ones who killed Ben.” The mention of our old friend makes Blaine sigh. “I’m not going to apologize for bringing them here. The Traitors are a threat to us, yes, but they’re an even bigger threat to them. The minute we leave them to fend for themselves, they’re dead. And we’ll go soon after. Our best chances of getting the Traitors before they get us are sitting right out there,” I say, pointing towards the door. “If you want to get of them, that’s fine. But consider me gone too,” I finish.

Blaine doesn’t say anything for a while, just looks at me. I cross my arms, sizing up to him. I’m not afraid of Blaine. I might have been if I had never left two days ago and was held captive in the Scabs’ sanctuary. I might have been if Grayson hadn’t held me at gunpoint.

I might have been if I hadn’t eaten breakfast next to Ethan while I listened to my own quickening heartbeat at the sight of his tan skin glowing in the morning sun.

So little scares me anymore.

“You’re in charge,” Blaine says suddenly, taking yet again by surprise. “I’ll be going to, but these are your boys, this is your run.”

“What?”

“Let me know who’s coming and when we’re leaving. Don’t forget to get the list from Einstein out there.”

With that he’s out the door, and I can faintly hear him say, “welcome to Lakewood,” as he passes the table the boys are sat at. I’m glued to my position, honestly a little shocked. I guess the same can be said about the others, because when I finally regain my composure and walk out the door, they’re all still sitting and standing in the same positions they had been when we left them there.

“Well shit,” Emmett says, breaking the silence.

Alexis looks over to me, her eyebrows raised in question.

“We have a long trip ahead of us,” I say with a shrug.

After we’ve all collected ourselves and ate dinner, a few of us are walking towards the gate, myself in the front. I’d told everyone I wanted to come on this run, Blaine included (although he didn’t really give me a choice), to meet me at the gate with their weapons of choice right after dinner. I’d also asked Bre to make sure there was enough gas in the vehicles we’d be taking.

I’d decided that David and Emmett are the strongest, making them useful for carrying the supplies back. Andrew argued with me for a full on fifteen minutes that he was stronger than both of them and I had to let him come too to get him to shut up.

Grayson has good knife skills, as does Alexis, so I figured they’d be good for killing cannibals when we got low on ammo.

Liza was adamant about staying, so I told her she didn’t have to come. Gabbie decided to stay, too, as did Trevor. Bre had said that there was no way Aaron was in the condition to leave quite yet so she would stay and tend to him. She also argued with Ethan, saying that although he was healing well, he probably should rest.

He wasn’t having that.

He threatened to leave if I didn’t let him come. So yeah, I didn’t really have a choice.

It’s really weird to see Grayson and Blaine casually walking up beside each other to the gate.

“All set?” I ask everyone. My eyes graze over the group, all of them nodding. Except for Ethan and Andrew. They both look ready to kill.

Once we’re out the gate, I start giving orders, only slightly loving every second of it. I feel so in power. Andrew keeps close to me, his eyes sending glares to Ethan, which gives me an idea.

“Okay, David, you good to drive the tuck?” I ask, pointing to it. We’ll need it to store all the supplies in. He nods and heads towards it. “Alexis, you’re with him.” She salutes and follows.

I look over to Grayson. “You and Blaine in the beamer. I’ll be with you guys.” They both nod and head for it.

“Wait that leave-”

“That’s right,” I cut Andrew off. “You, Ethan, and Emmett in the SUV.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Ethan mutters.

“I don’t care who drives, figure it out. Lex, got the map?” I ask over to her. She’s already in the truck and holds up the map Aaron had drawn out for us. She’s the least directionally challenged, so I put her in charge of navigation.

I look back over to the SUV where Andrew claimed the driver’s seat without a word. Emmett decided on the back seat. Then I look at Ethan, who is looking at me so hard I honestly might fall over. His jaw clenches, showing off his prominent bone structure and I have to roll my eyes away to pretend it doesn’t affect me. He’s not happy. But at least I can tell now, rather than like before when I couldn’t tell at all what he was feeling.

He climbs in the car beside Andrew, both of them looking hard at me.

I shake my head and turn to the beamer, seeing that Grayson took the driver’s seat while Blaine sat in the back.

“Let’s get this party started.”

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about your post on how liking certain fiction doesnt make you a bad person i really don't get it. if you're not a bad person why like bad things in fiction? how does what you read not show what kind of person you are?

Because life and humanity are not just not that simple. It seems easy to believe something like "person likes horror = person is obviously a horrific human being" until you actually take a closer look at people, until you actually think about the complexity and depth of human thoughts, feelings, and desires, and you realize that to boil all of human personality down to what someone has read in a book or watched in a movie is reductive black and white thinking at it's worst.

Let's talk about popular media for a minute:

The book 'The Silence of the Lambs' and the rest of the Hannibal Lecter book series which feature a cannibal as a main character and shows other such delightful past-times such as loving moths and making trench coats out of people has won multiple awards and sold millions of copies. The show 'Hannibal' that was adapted from the book series (and, it should be noted, was 1000x more gorey than the books) had millions of viewers and continues to have an active fandom who have created thousands of pieces of fanworks based on the show that are just as bloody (if not more) than what is seen on screen. The 'A Song of Ice and Fire' books which are 90% murder and 10% incest have also sold millions of copies, saying nothing of Game of Thrones which everyone should know is also widely popular. On a similar note, the book 'Flowers in the Attic'---everybody and their mother's original problematic fave---has sold over forty million copies worldwide and has been adapted onto screen several times.

These are only a few examples of books---there are millions more. Crime thrillers routinely top best seller lists, as does dark fiction in general, where the more horrifying and devastating the plot twist the more people tend to love the book. This is to say nothing of fanfiction (of which there are millions upon millions out there) which have as much, if not more, variety as published work.

Moving on to shows and movies: new horror movies are released every year because people can't get enough of them. The 'Scream' movie franchise, for example, is one of the most profitable ones out there and has made hundreds of millions of dollars in the United States alone. A new version of the movie 'It', based on Stephen King's highly popular horror book, will be coming out later this year along with over a dozen other horror flicks. Horror shows aren't quite as common but crime dramas are a dime a dozen. See: Criminal Minds which depicts horrible things being done to people in as much detail as you can get on network tv, a show that is going into its 13th season in September and continues to be popular.

Horror is also a rather popular game genre. See: the Silent Hill franchise, Resident Evil, Until Dawn, and many others. It's also a popular genre in comics, such as The Walking Dead which turned into a highly popular tv adaptation. This is all not even getting into music or art, both of which are mediums that can contain content that is just as 'problematic' as anything you'd find in books or on screen, because if I keep going on about this I'll be typing all day.

So

Take allll of that in. Take in all the examples I haven't mentioned, all of the millions of shows and movies and books and songs and comics and whatever else. Take that in and think of how many people those examples translate into. Millions of books sold = millions of people reading them. Millions of viewers = millions of people sitting down to watch these shows every week. Millions of dollars at the box office = millions of people giving their money in order to sit down and watch these movies.

That's millions and millions and millions of people who are consuming content which contains "bad" or "problematic" material. I feel it's completely accurate to state that these people are your family, your friends, your neighbors, probably even yourself because the probability that you've never consumed any of this content or don't know anyone who has is astronomical.

These are millions and millions and millions of people who, according to you, would be bad people simply because they consumed this content. And if you have consumed any of this content---which, again, you probably have at some point---that would make you a bad person too.

Does that honestly make sense to you? Do you honestly think that there are THAT many terrible people in the world? That the millions of people who, for example, sat down and watched Hannibal every week condone cannibalism in real life? That the people who have read the Game of Thrones books and loved them are all on the same level as someone who would screw his sister and push a kid out of a window? That the people who have watched every Scream movie are all a step away from putting on a mask and going on a stabbing spree?

If people were defined by the media they consumed and only the media they consumed with no other factors (such as what they actually believe is moral and ethical IRL, such as how they actually treat other people) then god help us all because the world would be a fucking utterly horrid place to be.

But, people aren't defined only by the media they consume because---again---people are much more complex than that and are so much more than only the kind of books they read or shows they watch.

This then begs the question: why do people consume this content? Why, if you're not condoning something, would you want to read about it or watch a movie about it? What do people get out of consuming fucked up media?

This isn't a new question. It's one that's been asked hundreds upon hundreds of time. If you only google "why do people like horror" you'll get page after page of results of laypeople and psychologists alike trying to explain it. The simple answer is basically that human beings as a whole like to feel intense emotions in a controlled, safe setting and as complex as we are we're also interested in the complexity of other people, even when they're fictional.

Most of us would not want to actually live in a horror movie, we wouldn't want to actually be locked in a closet with a guy on the other side breaking in with an ax and we wouldn't want to live in a haunted house surrounded by ghosts hellbent on murder and property damage. But in the safety of our own homes, a library, a movie theatre? We can sit down and read our books and watch our movies and feel terrified to our heart's blood-pumping content without ever having to actually put ourselves in harm's way. The same situation applies to other emotions: love, sadness, heartbreak, humor. Fiction gives people a chance to feel things as intensely as possible in a way that is, ultimately, safe. It gives people a way to escape and cope and be entertained and in a way live a life and experience things that it wouldn't be safe or practical or even desirable for them to experience in the real world.

And then there are plenty of people who like to consume this kind of media because they're simply fascinated by the psychology of the fictional characters involved. Like you want to know why people would want to consume this 'bad' content, the people who consume this content usually do so because they want to know what motivates these characters---what makes a person into a monster? What makes a monster into a person? And what does it say about us as people that we emphasize so strongly with monsters? There are entire swaths of people who find something almost addictive, almost holy about looking at the absolute darkest aspects of life and humanity and things beyond humanity and finding something in there that they can relate to and understand.

Human beings are, generally, an emotional species. We want to feel things. We want to feel things about people. We want to feel love and pain and fear and every single emotion there is to feel but we don't want to put ourselves in an unsafe position in order to do that. Fiction gives us a happy medium. The kind of fiction we consume doesn't make us bad people, it just makes us people, period, because people are complicated and flawed and messy and to try and apply black and white thinking to people as a whole is an exercise in futility. People aren't either good or evil, moral or immoral, "pure" or impure. It's more complicated than that, people are more complicated than that.

I've said it before and I'll say it a thousand more times: there are better ways to judge a person than by what fiction they like, by what movies or shows or books they prefer. The way people treat others matters. The way people talk about others matters. The way people believe things should be in real life matters. All a person's taste in fiction shows about them is their taste in fiction. You can't make any other assumptions about them based only on that because to do so is to try and apply an overly simple concept (liking fiction that contains bad things = you are a bad person) to something that isn't simple at all. Now, you don't have to like what another person likes or even understand it and you are 100% allowed to be critical of the media itself but if you go throughout life under the idea that people are defined by the media they consume then the world you believe you are in is going to look like a godawful place and every single person you ever meet is going to disappoint you because I think it's safe to say that there's not a single person on this earth who has only ever consumed 'morally pure' media. Everyone has watched a crime show, everyone has watched a horror movie, everyone has read a book or a fanfic with some fucked up things happening in it and anyone who says they haven't is lying their ass off.

The only way to not consume 'problematic' media is to never consume any media at all and if we are all defined by the media we consume, if we are all guilty of everything we have read about or watched on screen, then by that logic we are all bad people - we are all monsters - and that's just...not something that I believe in whatsoever, at all, because I think people are more complex than that and I have more faith in humanity than that.

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M-may I please have how the slasher's met their s/o's? Please & thank you...!!

(The cute anons are making their stay here permanent!! I’m not complaining in the least. Better than anon hate!)

Michael: He stared at the male/female in front of him in shock. Were they blind? The knife was CLEARLY visible in his hands, and yet, here they were, asking him to help them with a crazed and panicked look on their faces. Perhaps they thought the knife was a fake? “Please!! I really need your help!! I’m being chased and I need help!” They sobbed, hugging their exposed arms and shivering in the cold. Then he saw a group of men approaching them, guns in their hands. He tilted his head in a confused manner, looking down at the trembling figure before him, then looking back at the approaching men. “Oy! y/n! Get back here! We ain’t done yet!!” The trembling stopped as they wailed and stood, their bleeding legs now oblivious to him.

He didn’t know what came over him, or what prompted him to put a hand on the trembling male/females shoulder and reassuringly pull them closer, but he did without any more hesitation. These men disgusted him for some reason. And the second one of them came into his reach, they founds their throats slashed. The others stood, staring in shock, the alcohol now clearly present on their breaths. They started backing away, despite having a weapon that could kill more easily than a knife. He let go of the trembling person at his side and stalked forward, glaring under his mask, ready to take them out, when he heard a gunshot and felt a sting in his chest. One of the men had shot at him, and lowered their gun, a smirk on their face. “Ha! Take THAT you freak!” He slurred, obliviously not noticing that he hadn’t fallen over dead or in pain. He killed them off, then turned to kill the shivering person on the ground, but stopped when they looked up at him. “Thank you for saving me. Don’t worry. I won’t tell…” They stated, tears falling down their faces. “And if you need help with that bullet wounds, then I’d be happy to help you.”

Jason: He’d heard the shouting and screaming, not to mention whoops from his cabin. He could tell that they were at the lake. He could hear them jumping into it. He stood, yanking the machete out of the floor, then he stormed out the door, ready to hack them apart. He walked with ease through the woods, determined to eliminate the trespassers in his territory. He wasn’t prepared to see what was before him. There was, of course, a party, but there was a male/female shouting at the others, scolding them and pointing at the speakers and telling them to turn them off. “This was supposed to be party-free and that we weren’t supposed to be making dumb decisions!!” “Whatever lame ass!” A girl snarled back, pushing them to the ground. “You weren’t even invited!” They protested, getting up slowly. “I invited myself, bitch.” The girl snapped.

They were shoved again and then had a drink spilled on them, the gang of drunks quickly turning on them, and pouring their drinks on them too. They got up and wiped the alcohol off of their faces, then glared intensely at the girl that had pushed them over. “You know what, (Insert hated bitches name here)? I’m DONE with your APPALLING behaviour! I’m sick and tired of you inviting yourself to weekend get away’s to ruin my life! I’m not taking anymore of your bullshit!” they roared, before slapping her across the face and storming off. The girl lay on the ground, holding her cheek in shock with wide eyes. Jason murdered everyone at that camp that night, then hunted down that girl, who had packed up her things and left moments after they had been pushed down and had alcohol dumped on them. He’d spent months stalking them. Their name was apparently (y/n), and they’d been under great amounts of suspicion after the slaughter. But meeting them was an accident. He’d been careless, and forgotten that they were going to garden that day. He now stood, towering over them, his machete in hand, ready to strike, when they smiled up at him. “You’re the one I need to thank for getting rid of those ass holes huh? Well, thank you Mr…. Uh… What’s your name?” He looked around in panic, before shakily holding up his hand and signing his name. They watched intently, and then smiled. “Thank you very much Mr.Jason Voorhees. I appreciate you dealing with those jerks.”

Freddy: This guy/girl was a tough one to catch. The second they’d woken up in the boiler room they’d taken off, immediately slapping a hand over their mouth. But he knew where they were He kept popping up in the corners of their eyes, and he sometimes even called their name and chuckled. “Shit shit shit! Why, of all the times I manage to fall asleep, do I have to have a creepy ass lucid dream?!?” They muttered under their breath before they turned a corner. Tired with this game of cat and mouse, Freddy popped up in front of them as they did so. “Found you bitch!” He roared before finding himself in incredible agony. They’d kicked him square in the balls and run off screaming “Not today motherfucker!!” He recovered quickly and gave chase. They were pretty fast, and seemed to be an experienced lucid dreamer by the way they bent their environment, which was frustrating the dream demon and making things difficult for him. “That’s enough! I’m done letting you play with MY turf!!” He shouted and flattened out the dream, putting them in an endless black.

They stopped running and simply dropped to the floor, crying. “Uh, the fuck?” “Why NOW of all times?!? I’m to stressed for this! I have to study for finals not fall asleep!! I only have a week left! Please, just pare me and let me pass my finals! I NEED to make my parents proud! I NEED to do this before my dad dies!!” They sobbed, their palms on their eyes and their fingers knotting in their hair. He blinked in confusion before walking closer, slowly. “Do you know who I am?” “You’re Freddy Krueger. The Springwood Slasher. I had to study your case. I didn’t think I’d fall asleep studying though and then actually meet some dead guy who killed kids!” They shouted, before sitting up, their eyes wild. “I need to pass this final. I need to graduate law school to make my dad proud. Please, please PLEASE! I’m BEGGING you! He’s only got a month left! I can’t afford to fail!” They stood and got into his face, tears streaming down their cheeks. “Uh, yeah. Fine. Sure. But might I suggest actually sleeping or at least drinking some fucking coffee? You look like shit!” He stated, and they laughed. “Yeah. As everyone’s been telling me for the past month.”

Pinhead: The male/female before him quivered in fear, tears rolling slowly down their cheeks as they pressed themselves closer to the wall as they held a badly damaged arm, bruises adorning their bodies. Their soul shone with a purity Pinhead hadn’t seen in humans for a long while. “W-who are you?” They timidly asked, fear in their voice. He responded simply by blinking and kneeling down, and taking their arm in his hand. “I was sent to collect your soul in exchange for (Insert hated persons name here)’s. But yours is far too pure to be tormented.” He stated, the male/female cowering away from him, and wincing at his touch. He studied the wounded limb, feeling the broken bone encased in the soft flesh and muscle. He sighed. “As your soul is far too pure, I will spare you, and take theirs instead. You must get this fixed, for your time will come, and I will be there to drag you to hell.” He stated, picking them up under their arms and putting them back on their feet.

The clung to his arm with their good arm. “Wait. Take me with you. Anywhere is better than here with (Hated persons name)! I can take torture! I can take abuse! I just…” They trailed off, starting to sniffle. He gave them a confused look and studied their bruised, yet angelic face closely. They looked to be ready to give up. He let his hard expression soften and took their face gently in his hands. “Your soul isn’t permitted to be in such a place as hell, and you must understand that your soul is uncorrupted, unlike so many who have gone through torment. This is why those whose souls are already corrupted are going to attempt to corrupt yours. If you do not wish to be dragged to hell and tortured until your soul is torn apart, then I suggest you stay strong.” They looked down at their feet. “But what’s it worth when I’m all alone?” They quietly asked, which made the Cenobite feel a twinge of something reminiscent of pity, or guilt. He shook his head. “If anything, do it for yourself, regardless of weather or not you are alone.” He stated, before leaving them standing in the small apartment to go and collect the unfortunate soul that had made an unsuccessful bargain to save their soul.

Hannibal: He stared at the rather attractive librarian that had strolled over to see if he’d needed any help. “Oh! That’s a wonderful book sir! You have very good taste!” They stated, their eyes lighting up as they looked at the selection of books he had in his hands. He chuckled. “I’ve never read it before, but surely if someone as charming as yourself has read it and confirmed it’s quality then I’ll have to read it.” The male/female blushed and looked away shyly and coughed. “O-oh! I didn’t mean anything by it. But I’m not a fan of fantasy and this has changed my mind.” They rushed over their words before disappearing to go help another visitor to the library. He looked at the book they’d been referencing and chuckled. It was supposed to be a rather unknown book, but he’d been waiting for it to appear again. The cover of the book was deceiving to most, and he knew that it held multiple recipes for cannibals, hidden in the text all under the guise of a supposedly fascinating story. He walked to the counter to check out the books he’d selected and gave the librarian from earlier a polite smile as they rushed to help him.

“Are you in a rush?” “Oh, no, I just like to work fast, simply because I never know who’s in a rush or not!” They stated with a smile, before a flash of headlights from a passing car shone in their eyes from the window behind him and momentarily blinded them, the screeching of tires loud outside. Their face flushed red in anger as they slammed a book down. “That’s it! I’m so sorry sir, but I need to make a call. Please, wait a moment.” “Do take your time. Does that happen often?” They sighed as they walked towards the phone on the far side of the desk. “Unfortunately, the teenagers have found it funny to do burnouts on the front yard of the library as soon as it starts to recover. Of course, some of them find it funny to do when they’ve found something to drink and are drunk or high, and someone was almost hit the last time this happened. Please, do be carefu-” A car crashed through the window and toppled a bookshelf as it sped and screeched out of control towards the desk. The librarian shoved him out of the way moments before the car struck the spot he’d been standing moments ago. They lay, their legs pinched in between the car and the desk, unconscious and bleeding. He stared in shock at the people piling out of the car, who were screaming and crying. One of them threw up and another passed out. Someone had called an ambulance as he tried to push the car off of the polite and charming librarian, checking for a pulse every few seconds. He intended to visit them as a thank you for saving his life.

Norman: He’d seen the car barely pull into the motel driveway when it died, and someone stepped out and began pushing it, their body quickly becoming drenched in the downpour of rain. He grabbed a raincoat and ran outside to help them. “H-hey! Do you n-need help?” He asked as loudly as he could. They turned to him, squinting on the rain. “Yes please!” A male/females voice rang out as they shoved their car once again, trying to get it to move. He ran to their side, almost slipping on the muddy ground as he did so. He shoved the car, and with their combined efforts, got it to start rolling towards the nearly empty parking lot. He helped them get some luggage out of their car and carry it inside, just as a tree snapped in half due to the force of the wind. He pulled his hood off and hurried to get them a blanket so they could warm up. “Bad storm huh?” They asked. “Y-yeah. Apparently there’s a t-tornado somewhere nearby and we’re g-getting some w-wind from it o-over here.” “Really?” “Y-yeah, somewhere in the woods.” They took a towel he’d offered them and dried off before accepting the blanket and wrapping it around themselves. “Sorry about the mud. But I saw that there was a motel and thought I’d stop in and get some gas, but it really looks like I’m staying for the night.” He smiled shyly.

“I’m n-not complaining. W-we have a lot of va-vacancies, so you shouldn’t have to worry a-about any n-noise.” “Oh? That’s a wonder why. It’s such a homely little motel. Do you do taxidermy?” “O-oh, yes.” He smiled before leading them to a room that they could stay in until the storm passed. “D-did you eat?” He asked before he unlocked the room. “Oh, no I haven’t. Are there any restaurants in walking distance?” “No, th-this is the only building for a while…” He stated, twiddling his thumbs. “I-I can make you dinner i-if you w-want.” “Oh, no I don’t want to bother you…” “I-it’s not a bother.” He smiled, getting one back. “Thank you so much. I’ll give you a hand, uh… What’s your name again?” “Norman. Norman Bates. You?” “Y/n.”

Billy: He rubbed his head, the glass shards falling off the top of it. He glared up from in his mask at the male/female that had smashed a vase off the top of his head. They grabbed a baseball bat and raised it. “WAIT! WHOA! SHIT!! HOLD UP!!” He yelled, scooting back against the carpet, his hand above his face. “Why should I?” They hissed. “Because, uh… I have a wife and kids?” “You know, usually in a horror movie, the killer is the one being bartered.” “Yeah, I- Wait! You watch horror movies?” “Uh, yes. Why?” “Then who was talking to me on the phone?” He asked, confused as all hell. “Uh, that would probably be (Insert sibling/family members name here)…” He shot up to his feet. “ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS?!?” He hollered before turning to the stairs. “There’s someone else here?” He growled.”Uh, yeah. You didn’t realise that?” He growled before turning to them.

“You got lucky. Remember that.” “Uh, bro, I was the one kicking YOUR ass.” “Sh-shut up!” He whined. They laughed and patted his shoulder. “Tell you what, you stay here and watch the end of this movie with me and I won’t call the police.” “What movie?” “The Shining.” “DEAL!!” He hollered, seeing that the movie was paused only five minutes in. He also noticed a lack of popcorn. “Uh, were you going to make popcorn?” He sniffed the air, smelling something burning. Their eyes widened. “SHIT THE POPCORN!!” They rushed into another room, which he assumed was the kitchen and yelled to the holy heavens above. “NO!! IT’S GONE!! ALL GONE!!” They wailed before running back out and dramatically falling down onto the couch and covering their faces with their hands. “I’ve failed to make popcorn once again.” He laughed and shook his head. “You know what? I think that I’ll leave and come back later for that movie. That’s a promise.”

Stu: He had fallen through the sunlight and was now laying on his back with a gun pointed at his face. He put his hands up, wincing when the glass under his back dug in just a bit. He looked up at the male/female who seemed to be close enough to an actual officer, but he could tell otherwise. “You…” They said, their eyes widening. “I thought you were someone else…” They stated, backing away, eyes wide and fear evident in their behaviour. “Oh? Who would that be?” “None of your business. All you need to know is that I have something I need to do before I die, and I don’t think you’ll be the one to stop me.” They snarled, glaring at him. “Do tell. Perhaps we could help each-other out a bit.” “How so?” They snarled, tightening their grip on the gun. “You want someone dead, don’t you?” They almost dropped the gun in shock. “I can see the look in your eyes, and your reaction proves it. I can kill them for you. All I need is a name and a phone number, maybe even an address. BUT!” He stood up and got closer, taking off his mask and pulling a few shards of glass out of his back. “You have to promise to help me out here.” He pushed the gun aside and got in their face.

They swallowed loudly. “I want out of here, and I want a place to stay for the next little while so the police will lose my trail.” “And you’ll kill him? You’ll really kill him?” “Do you like scary movies?” “They’re my favourite movies…” HE smiled wickedly. “If you can give me accurate information about him, I’ll help you. But if you don’t and I get arrested, that question can save your life there love. And then the others can too.” He shoved them to the floor, putting the voice changer up to his face and then he spoke. “So, what you’re saying is, you’ll let me come and go when I please in exchange for my services?” “Y-yes.” “Fine then. Who is it you want dead?” Their eyes shone with hatred and anger. “I want (Insert most hated persons name here) dead. I want revenge…” They snarled, a bloodthirsty look in their e/c eyes, their face scrunched up in anger and hatred. “Oh? Why them of all people?” “They killed my family and got away with it because they had money. Kill them and you can come and go whenever you want, and I’ll cover for you.” They stated, holding out their hand. He took it in his gloved and bloody hand, then shook it. “We have a deal.”

David: He’d heard the screaming and yelling from a while away, over the roar of his motorcycle, which drowned out most of the other noises. He signalled for the others to continue to the hangout while he went to investigate and then veered off onto the side road. He felt his teeth grind together at the familiarity of the place that he’d once called a home. He could even see where his old home had stood and it truly angered him. He could sense that someone had intruded into his old territory, which was still technically his. He sped up, urging to bike to go to it’s top speed, which still wasn’t enough, but he stayed on it, simply to keep the illusion of being human up for a little bit longer. He could already feel his fangs poking at the inside of his lower lip. He parked in front of a section of woods that the yelling was coming from the got off, strolling it at a pace compared to that of an Olympic sprinter, running full speed to reach the finish line. He really was furious as he tore into a small clearing, where a gang of people was having a very vocal argument.

“Ladies, gentlemen. What do you fucks think you’re doing here?” “Who invited you pasty?” A male asked, before spitting in his direction. He could tell these people weren’t the upstanding citizens, as was oblivious by the bound and gagged male/female in the middle of the circle, who was covered in scratches and bruises, and was probably royally pissed off judging by the way they were violently shaking to try and get out of the rope. He laughed and easily strolled forward, before flashing his fangs and letting out an angered hiss at the supposed hot-shot, who screamed and jumped back. “Freak!!” He hollered before pulling a knife and charging at the angered vampire, who then tossed him over his shoulder and walked with confidence towards the bound man/woman that had looked up at him with wide and terrified eyes. He didn’t understand why he helped them but he did so while scaring the gang that had intruded shitless, even mortally wounding a few of them. He picked them up and led them back to his motorcycle, turning back to the gang to glare. “I’m giving you all one hour to leave or I come back and finish you off myself.” He threatened before leaving the old forgotten town behind and taking the shivering human that clutched onto his back during the ride back to the city. “Thank you… What’s your name?” “David. You?” “Y/n.” They stated, before pointing at an apartment building. “I live in there…” “Then that’s where I’ll drop you off.” He smiled and did just that, giving them a tiny threat to ensure that they wouldn’t go talking about him before leaving them in their doorway.

Carrie: She saw the male/female doctors face, kindly smiling down at them the second her eyes opened. “Hello miss! Please, stay calm. We’re here to help. You were found in the woods a few days ago, but you appear to be fine, so you should be able to go home soon!” They cheerfully said. “I’m doctor y/n, what’s your name honey?” “… My name is Carrie…” “Your last name?” “I don’t remember…” She lied, watching her abilities, making sure that she wouldn’t be discovered. She’d been so tired, hungry and cold in those woods, that was all she remembered before she lost conscience. “Oh. I see. Do you remember where you’re from?” “I don’t have any family.” She firmly stated, trying to get them to take the hint that she didn’t want to talk about herself, to which they responded by shyly looking away. “Right… I’m sorry to hear that ma’am. Do you need a glass of water? Something to eat?” “No. I just want to be left alone.” She hissed moments before a light bulb exploded over the nurses head, causing them to jump and shield their head, before glaring up at the bulb. “I thought I told maintenance to fix that bulb… Sorry about that Carrie, we’ll get that fixed up right away. I’ll leave you alone for now, but please, I want you to realise that I only want to help you feel more comfortable.” They stated, smiling, before walking out.

She stared at their back before looking up at the light bulb. “I though I did that…” She shook her head, reassuring herself that she had, in fact, made the bulb explode. Her powers wouldn’t disappear, now wold they. She tried, and succeeded in lifting a vase in the corner of the room and brought it over to herself before looking at the brightly coloured flowers, just as the nurse walked back in with a maintenance man, who fixed the light bulb without saying a word as the male/female nurse huffed in the corner, smiling at Carrie whenever they caught her eyes. Once the bulb was fixed, the maintenance left and the nurse walked over. “Do you like the vase? I thought your room looked a little bland, so I brought them in. I can get more if you’d like.” “Stop being so fake.” She hissed, putting the vase on her bedside and glaring. “You’re being fake.” Their eyebrows rose and their eyes widened then they laughed. “I understand you know that it’s my job to be polite to patients, but I do want to be nice to you Carrie. I mean it. I like you. You seem different, and that’s good. You’re a calm person. Usually someone would be panicking when they woke up in the hospital.” She glared even more. “No, you’re being fake. Nobody thinks different is good.” “Well, I do. That’s different, isn’t it?” They smile, before looking at the flowers. “You know, I think I’ll bring more for you. Unless you’re allergic to pollen, that is. Then I’ll bring you some fake flowers.” Carrie groaned and slapped a pillow over her face. “…I’m not allergic to pollen.” “Good! Next time I think I’ll bring… Pink flowers.” They stated, smiling. “A shade that’ll compliment your eyes. I really like them. They’re pretty.”

Samara: Samara crawled out of the screen, hearing someone screaming at other people. “I TOLD YOU DIPSHITS NOT TO WATCH THE TAPE!! I TOLD YOU!” They shouted, knocking something over. She stood now, ready to take the lives of the people in the room, until a board came flying at her, smacking her in the face. She froze in shock. Never had someone actually fought back by hitting her with a board of wood. She raised her head a little, catching sight of the male/female who’d thrown the board, who ran out of the room, a rock in hand as their only weapon. She followed, feeling a little intrigued, but not enough to spare their lives. She followed them outside, where the two other people who had been on the room before had started screaming as soon as they saw her. Samara moved pretty slowly, but sped up just a little bit. The third, the male/female who’d been the one to hit her with a plank attacked mere seconds before turning and running alongside the road instead of crossing it. She followed them to get rid of the threat of any more injury, putting the other two to the side of her mind. She’d get them later. 

Her target moved much more quickly than her, but she was always one step ahead of them. She was always on their heals. She now moved at an average jogging pace, anger clouding her thoughts as they ran faster over some train tracks, a train farther along down. They stopped and looked back at her, a large pipe in their hands. “Leave me alone. I didn’t watch your tape!” They snarled, pointing the pipe at her. She tilted her head, only a few inches from the tip of the pipe. “I didn’t! I swear! I left the room when the tape was put into the VCR!” They stated, trying to move to the side so they could run away, fear clearly written on every inch of their face. She watched them make a dash for the tracks, but their foot touched the metal bar, and a jolt of electricity sparked as they were thrown backwards. The train then passed, the wind blowing violently as they lay, unconscious by her feet. They had a burn mark on their now empty hand from the hot metal of the pipe, which had been thrown out of their hand when they got thrown. She starred at them for a bit, before crawling into their phone and giving the emergency dispatch their location. She didn’t know why, but she left them be, choosing to go after the other two. She planned to pay the male/female a visit later on to see weather or not they truly watched the tape or not. 

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ok adventure time ask thing time since beth Kept Asking

Top 5 favourite characters: finn, jake, lemongrab, neptr, ron james Other characters you like: lsp!!!, the goblins, the wizards, the lemon people, the princesses, bmo, minnie and martin, joshua and margaret and jermaine, susan strong, princess cookie, todd cupcake,,,,,, assume i love everyone unless it’s xergiok bc screw him!! ugly jerk Least favourite characters: xergiok!!!! and abracadaniel but more in a jokey way Otps: 👀👀 lemonzest... and p much anything with lemongrab ... jake/lady of course.. prisjake.... turtle prince/flame prince.... bubbline... bmo/bubble.......  Notps: im pretty chill with all the ships but i just cant see pink lemonade working out (sorry nn ily) Favourite friendships: how dare you make me choose! they’re all precious but uhhh prismo and jake, peps and pb, lsp and finn, and whatever it is finn and lemongrab have going on all make me Bonus Happy Favourite family: FINN AND JAKE (and neptr and bmo and shelby? the treehouse gang. and everyone else thats close w them you could call family aka whoever just hides in their house), also lg and lg and their kids 💛 and their, mom and her girlfriend marceline and goliad and stormo and the gumball guardians it’s a mess all the families are So Big!! smh what a mess  Favourite episodes: the diary does smth to me, silent king is Very Good, graybles 1000+ (icONIC), mystery dungeon (its got? all my faves in it), president porpoise is missing! (WHOLESOME), the one w the bus (ALSO WHOLESOME), the eyes is Iconic... so many my dude Favourite season/book/movie: season 5 is always going to be special in my heart bc it was the First one i watched..., but season 1 is beaUtiful Favourite quotes: “say your wish was for a massage. who’s gonna give it to you? a dirty man? A BEAR?? and where does this masseuse come from? do i just take some guy away from his family dinner?? leave some kid traumatized? ‘mom, where did dad go?’ ‘i don’t know son, he just disappeared from the table,, sorry’”, the little ‘oh..!’ lemongrab says when he first meets lg2 mmmm, there are more but i really like those two Best musical moment: leettttt meee caaaalll youuu swweetghhraereaztejm... also lg and lg’s lil singsong noooo fooodddd because it’s so cute lg2 sings it v slowly and lg follows a few moments after and its so cute they Sing Together Moment that made you fangirl/boy the hardest: ummmm thats gotta be the mountain “DONT HURT HIM!” haha im dead.... or “i like air!” boiiiii.... When it really disappointed you: i feel like theres gotta be an answer thats not lemongrab but coME ON pb “we’ve gotta keep an eye on these two so they dont get into any more trouble” (next appearance is fraught with cannibalism)(which only gets worse as time passes) come on “his only stable relationship model” come on are you sURe aboUT THAT Saddest moment: dont talk to me abt bubble’s death or how air doesn’t talk to bmo anymore,..... “ don’t you remember? i’m your son, neptr. i throw pies.”, (tearful) “and you killed jake on my birthday!!!!”, i know he had a reason but when me mow’s gonna Kill Jake and jake quietly begs finn to play mom’s lullaby for him uuuguhghfhh...., all the doors finn and lg look at in the mountain, everyrhing abt the hall of egress, Most well done character death: no one seems to really Stay Dead who dies for a good reason, but im gonna go with bubble bc his death was the only way to release him, and hes stayed, you know... deadish and wont talk to bmo, or.. oooh maybe darren, because his little ‘thank you’ makes me feel emotions i dont think humans were made to feel Favourite guest star: so i didnt realize weird al played banana man but thats awesome, and i love levar burton as bubble 👍👍👍👍 Favourite cast member: uh idk man, Character you wish was still alive: the? original lgs! they are gone and i miss them!!! i like lg3 just fine but i loved my boys!!!! One thing you hope really happens: i.... want fern and lg to be friends.... will that happen........ Most shocking twist: hhhhhhhh uuuuh idk When did you start watching/reading?: last year #bless Best animal/creature: i have an Incredibly soft spot for the goblins n the lemon people, ,,,,,, , ,,, it’s the big eyes/big ears Favourite location: the lemon castle managed to go from ‘awful disgusting mess with pretty stairways and haphazard plants and fountains’ to ‘soft auburn light and checkered guardrails and warm trees and orchards and lavish fountains’ hhhhhhh im weak Trope you wish they would stop using: like five lemon people have died already and the main one still doesnt get to have a happy relationship with anyone bc the first meaningful friendship he ever had went bad and his mom sewed him up with his only friend’s dead body but now she still doesnt seem to talk to him or anything he just deserves a friend stop killing him and his family and give him a happy thing... it’s not a trope but i want happy things for my boy and i want lemon people to stop dying bc i care abt the poor guys One thing this show/book/film does better than others: i like how it takes on Really Serious Issues and doesn’t skimp away from things like, you know, death and abuse and depression and other mental illnesses and acceptance of different people, as well as the really straight up truth they lay down for you and the sincere relationships (good and bad) you see, and the various different societal structures you get to see idk... other people have worded it better.... but yeah Funniest moments: too many but u h h h “finn shh! im having coffee with the lich” , (king worm and the eyes entirely actually), cuber murdering people (rip) Couple you would like to see: uhhhhhh seeing lemonzest again doesnt count since theyre both dead right i still have hope for their fionna and cake counterparts though..... i just want lsp and lg to get a meaningful (platonic or romantic) relationship, with each other or with someone else,, idc just ..... need that Actor/Actress you want to join the cast: i dont.. care Favourite outfit: do the comics count bc lemongrab has some rly nice clothes (ties, suits, bathing suits etc) and pb has this

Favourite item: dont make me choose Do you own anything related to this show/book/film?: three shirts, a bunch of pop figurines, some books, the dvds, a dress, bracelets, im so lucky,,, What house/team/group/friendship group/family/race etc would you be in?: the treehouse obvs and as much as id like to be in the lemon castle it looks sad in there and you dont get to sleep in a bed Most boring plotline: i love marcy but whenever she talks for too long i get bored idk Most laughably bad moment: so many but idk Best flashback/flashfoward if any: uM “OH WHAT A LUCKY LITTLE BOY YOU ARE TO LIVE SO GAILY!!!!!” or like. uh any flashbacks from any of the miniseries? iconic. and the comic where finn’s consciousness kept shooting forward in time idk it was killer Most layered character: probably finn bc he gets so much attention, runners up are pb, lsp, and lg because i pay attention to his every move Most one dimensional character: tbh ? no one? like even the background characters have Stuff Happening . the first three i thought of were ron james and lemonhope and xergiok but like... ron james has all that Sadness and he plays video games and has like anime posters. lemonhope’s struggling with a lot of guilt and fear but he’s chilling and exploring. xergiok did all That Stuff when he lost his eyes??? hm. abracadaniel maybe. loser.  Scariest moment: i feel like there oughta be a better answer than “i was avoiding my homework by watching season 6 for the first time and the next episode’s title card had lemongrab’s face plastered all over it and terror exploded through every cell in my body and i couldn’t watch it for hours” but i cant think of one Grossest moment: theres. a lot. Best looking male: jake???? obviously Best looking female: slime princess i know shes a Lump but shes so attractive whats wrong w me Who you’re crushing on (if any): slime pr..incess............ ron james... Favourite cast moment: i know there is one but i cant think of it Favourite transportation: long legged jakey, hot daniel,  Most beautiful scene (scenery/shot wise): bro besides literally everything in the mountain uhhhh that’s gotta be this one:

Unanswered question/continuity issue/plot error that bugs you: are fnj still the king and queen of the goblins (as in do the goblins know whisper dan’s just . not finn. do they know that yet) Best promo: idk man i only saw like one At what point did you fall in love with this show/book: mmm i was like ‘yeah cool’ then i read A Page on tvtropes abt lemongrab and lg2 and i got those first terrible Fangirl Feelings and i knew i was lost forever

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WHAT NO ONE UNDERSTANDS ABOUT LOTS

If you don't know where your ideas are coming from, you're probably imitating an imitator. We aren't, and the reason I just explained: startups take over your life. Lots of founders mentioned how important it was to launch with the simplest possible thing. In retrospect, it would be if they said yes, and how likely they are to say it. Deals fall through. You get to be a successful startup founder is concealed from almost everyone except those who've done it. It never gets any easier. There was no uptake among hackers. People who've spent most of their lives in schools or big companies may not have been exposed to that.

Better to arrange the dials in a square, and a few where it hardly mattered at all. You could parachute him into an island full of cannibals and come back in 5 years and he'd be the king. How to start a startup at 20 and you're sufficiently successful, you'll never get to do it. If you're raising an angel round, don't feel bad on that account. Sometimes it reached the point of economic sadism: site owners assumed that the more pain they caused the user, the more benefit it must be to them. The way to come up with heuristics for recognizing genuinely interesting problems, but for the moment the best I can offer is the hopelessly question-begging advice that if you have hot prospect, either close them now. Plenty of famous founders have had some failures along the way. If you look at the YC application, there are advantages to serendipity too, especially early in life. But being lucky is the critical ingredient. Even the startups are different this time around. With a startup, and he never tried to turn it into one. Markets are less forgiving.

On the average trip I bring four books and only read one of them, which gave us the impression the short story, which I've since learned had quite a brief life, roughly coincident with the peak of magazine publishing. You need persistence because everything takes longer than you expect. In writing it means: say what you mean and say it briefly. When a friend of mine asked Ryan about this, it was meaningless.1 If you work patiently it's less stressful, and you can't do that until you actually start the company. Though novice investors seem unthreatening they can be the most famous. One reason it was profitable to carve up 1980s companies and sell them for parts was that they hoped to sell them to gullible retail investors; they hoped to be laughing all the way to approach raising money. What kind of problems are those? It's a matter of pride, and a few groups doing great work on them, and startups were selling them for a year's salary a copy. The Northwest Passage that the Mannerists, the Romantics, and two generations of American high school students have searched for does not seem to exist. When you made mistakes, what caused you to make them.

Assume you won't get money, and if they try to redo something, it will take to become profitable. But also because, as I mentioned, a pretty bad judge of startups. To benefit from engaging with users you have to overcome this: Doing something simple at first glance does not mean you aren't doing something meaningful, defensible, or valuable. The books the professors wrote about expert systems are now ignored. What surprised me the most is that everything was actually fairly predictable! Web 2. There must be a better one, and actually did. Moreover, these links represent a social network connecting the individuals and organizations who created the pages, and partly so I don't worry about losing them. When you can't get users, it's hard to say whether the problem is lack of exposure, or whether the product's simply bad.

This is not only possible, it's how Apple, Yahoo, Google, and Facebook all got started. At YC we spend a lot of ski instructors and not many running instructors. Good design is hard. A thousand Leonardos and a thousand Michelangelos walk among us. 0 in the name of a conference yet? Fortunately, it can become a lot less stressful once you reach cruising altitude: I'd say 75% of the stress is gone now from when we first started. They just want to get the right answer has already been discovered by someone else. That helps break deadlocks, because you can start as soon as the first one is ready to buy. Markets are less forgiving. This is one of the commonest forms of corruption. My advice is generally pessimistic.

It's completely pervasive. If you let the difficulty of raising money itself can kill you. I realize it seems a bit eccentric to take earplugs on a trip to an island off the coast of Maine. There are only two things you need initially: an idea and cofounders. One trick is to ignore presentation. I asked them to demo the device they had difficulty switching it on. Dealing with email, for example, will serve as a backdrop for whatever life people want to lead in it, and not dissing users. The Internet is a genuinely big deal. None of these companies were even meant to be used. Focus on the ones that are most likely to say yes.

Not merely in the obvious sense that if you make a conscious effort to think of startup ideas, particularly their own. And, like anyone who gets better at their job, you'll know precisely how big a role luck plays and how much is outside of our control. Unknowing imitation is almost a recipe for an unstable system. We are so good at looking at faces that we force anyone who draws them to work hard to maintain your relationship. You're not sacrificing anything if you forgo starting a startup is the damage done by their own indecision. I walked into the final, the main thing I'd be feeling was curiosity about which of the two paths should you take? Wild animals are beautiful because they have hard lives. When you spend time having fun, but to get the two of you to stop bickering. Google did. What a bang that balloon is going to make when someone pops it by offering a free web-based applications.

If I wrote a lot of stories in which nothing happened except that someone was unhappy in a way that would seem crazy in everyday life. So the odds are against you. Great work usually seems to happen because someone sees something and thinks, I could have thought of that. Don't ask them any unnecessary questions. Why do the founders always make things so complicated? Raising more money just lets us do it faster. ITunes is Web 2. They were good at design, and perhaps all pre-industrial societies.

Notes

In a period when people make investment decisions well when they talked about before, but it doesn't cost anything. Do not finance your startup with debt is usually a stupid move, and don't want to live in a situation where they are to be on the Internet. Doing things that don't scale.

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Planar Chaos: Chapter Twenty-Seven

Now They're Really Leaving I Promise.

"Okay," Marthel said, sitting astride one of the necks of Kyari's hydra, "is everyone sure they're ready this time? No more bouts of narcolepsy or sudden desires for human flesh? Looking at you, Ash and Rhyne."

Ashleigh blushed from her position on the back of Maelstrom Wanderer. Sverre and Lisandra sat on either side of her passing Abby back and forth between them. Oona, as always, hid herself in the hood of Sverre's black cloak. Odom stood further up the elemental, hanging on to the barky protrusions that almost resembled antlers.

Rhyne, on the other hand, showed no signs of remorse for his attempt to eat Brock during first watch the night before. Marthel had woken up to his friend's cries of pain as he attempted to fight off the wild planeswalker with one broken arm. Said arm was now in a sling and slowly mending. It would be fully healed in a few hours. It was for these reasons Rinok and Vilhelm had seen it in everyone's best interests to tie Rhyne to the back of the spider construct Vilhelm had dominated. The warrior and the male vampire sat on either side of Rhyne as added insurance in case the ropes were to mysteriously break or catch fire.

"Let's just get a move on," Brock said from the neck to Marthel's left. Kyari and Sa'Raah sat on the necks to their right. Both women were fidgeting and anxious to get moving after the previous evening.

"Nadia, if you'll do the honors?" Marthel gestured to his angelic companion.

"I'd rather not," she responded sulkily. "Marthel it's silly."

"Please," he begged, clasping his hands beneath his chin.

She rolled her eyes. "Fine." Nadia took a running leap off of the ledge and jumped into the air, unfurling her wings and crying out dramatically "Into the great beyond!"

"The great beyond!" echoed Marthel, Odom, Ashleigh, Sa'Raah, Sverre, and Lisandra.

THREE DAYS LATER

"How can we be lost?" Vilhelm called over to Lisandra. "This is the right way, isn't it?"

"As far as I know, we were going the right way, but now it seems as though the maze is tricking us."

"It's a plane," Vilhelm howled. "There's no consciousness here to trick us!"

"You underestimate the power of the old walkers, Vilhelm," Sverre said sagely.

"Oh pleas," Rinok chimed in, "you had your power for all of five minutes and then it got taken away."

Sverre's hand moved to his wrist, ready to pull up his chainmail sleeve and summon Jormungandr right underneath Vilhelm's spider.

"Guys," Kyari groaned, "can we please stop fighting. It won't get us anywhere."

"Kyari's right," Brock said. "Violence isn't the answer here."

"Oh, you're one to talk about violence," Ashleigh countered. "Need I remind you that you cracked my chest cavity open and were about to stomp on my still-beating heart?"

"You can't prove that," Brock said.

"But we can," Vilhelm and Lisandra said in unison.

"Couldn't just be vampires or psychics, could it," Brock mumbled. "It had to be psychic vampires."

"I'm somewhat psychic and not a vampire," Ashleigh said, raising her hand.

"Nobody asked you," Rinok sighed.

"Rinok, just do us all a favor and go back to being quiet," Sa'Raah growled.

"Why don't you make me?" Rinok responded, trying to egg her into a fight.

"Let me out of these ropes and I'll show you all what a real fight is," Rhyne said around his gag.

"If everyone doesn't shut up right now I will turn this elemental around," Odom declared, crossing his arms.

Nadia glanced over at Marthel. She saw the redness underneath his dark skin. The constant bickering was starting to get to him. This harmonious project, this grand adventure that was supposed to give everyone a new understanding of the multiverse and themselves, hadn't started as planned and he'd grown to accept that. But now it was at the risk of imploding once again when their goal was so close. His left eye started to twitch, but he kept the smile on his face as he stared straight ahead. His hands were folded in a seemingly calm position, but the veins stood out and they were shaking slightly. Nadia feared that if he were to part them, there would be bloody spots where his fingernails dug into the skin.\

Ever since the Rise From Hell, Marthel had been extended an open invitation to every revel held by the Rakdos guild. This was an invitation he'd only ever accepted when he desperately needed to blow off steam. Nadia had the feeling that once they made it out of the maze Marthel would disappear to one of the Carnariums for a few days before returning to his apartment roaring drunk and in the company of the Rakdos's Blood Witch, Exava. She disliked the woman, certainly, but only for what she brought out in Nadia's chosen champion. He tilted too far into the dark whenever in her company and it would take Nadia days, sometimes weeks, to draw him back into the light and re-balance his fragile nature.

"Guys, this isn't getting us anywhere," Kyari said, her voice far louder than usual. Nobody present save Marthel and Brock had ever heard the elf shout, but this was as close as she came in such mixed company. "Everyone needs to just shut up before we get ourselves more lost. It's not like there are maps for this place anyway. We're going based on a hidden cipher in a book written by a madman or a genius. I'm still not sure which he is. But that's what we've got to go on, so let's give Lisandra a few minutes to figure out where we went wrong."

"Let me see," Sverre leaned over Lisandra's shoulder.

"I can read it just fine," Lisandra hissed.

"I'm familiar with the language too," Sverre said. "I can be of some help."

"I'm not sure how you could be. This doesn't make any sense. If I follow the standard cipher that's etched into this back cover here, it says 'rainbows form a loop, not a bridge,' and that's completely different from the instructions previous paragraphs gave us." Lisandra placed the frustrating book delicately in her lap.

"How familiar are you with old Dominarian turns of phrase? Because that's an old saying that means chasing after the fantastical is futile," Sverre said.

"So this entire text is a big joke?" Lisandra's eyes grew wide.

"Not necessarily. See, fantastical in this case might also mean ideal or perfection."

"And we've been looking for clues that fit our ideal picture of Urza..." Lisandra said softly. Then louder, "We don't need to do that, we just need to follow our guts and trust our intuition."

"So what way is your intuition telling you?" Sverre asked.

Odom interrupted them. "Mine says go up."

"I..." Lisandra searched her gut feelings, something she hadn't done in a while. "I have to agree. We go up."

They began their slow, careful ascent in single file. Maelstrom Wanderer, followed by the spider construct, and Kyari's hydra bringing up the rear in case of mutiny from the group in the middle. The dull gray of Xerex soon gave way to shining silver and pearls. They were headed in the right direction, they could all feel it. Even Marthel's spirits began to rise.

"Stop, we need to go left," Brock said.

"My gut's saying right," Sa'Raah said.

"Mine's with Sa'Raah's," Rinok said.

Ashleigh nodded in agreement.

Everyone turned to look at Brock.

"I don't know why, but something is telling me that if we go right that we'll regret it, but going left is the right way to reach our goal."

"So do we split up?" Vilhelm suggested.

"That's a negative," Odom said. "We stay together or we don't make any progress."

"We vote on it," Kyari said. "Those in favor of going left?"

Brock raised his hand. Abby raised a tentacle, but they discounted its vote being that they thought it was too young to understand what was happening.

"Those in favor of right?"

Everyone else's hands went up.

"Right it is," Kyari declared. Their convoy turned to the right and began trekking deeper into the shimmery grotto of inner Xerex. A faint music seemed to dance through the air and what seemed like natural light filtered down from above. A massive crystal floated above their heads giving off that light. It was easily bigger than Maelstrom Wanderer at its full size, likely larger than several of the elemental stacked together.

"It's gotta be in there, right?" Sverre asked.

"No doubt about it," Odom agreed.

"Abby's getting really nervous, guys," Ashleigh said. The infant abomination was squirming and making squawking noises, hiding its eyes from the light. "I've never seen it this restless."

Abby wanted Mommy and Daddy to realize that they were all in grave danger and should leave immediately, before whatever was sleeping nearby woke up. Abby's eyes met Brock's. He understood why Abby was so scared. He'd felt what Abby had felt. Abby reached out a tentacle in Brock's direction, squawking for him to tell Mommy and Daddy what was about to happen.

Brock felt something when the abomination looked into his eyes. Something was pushing on the edges of his mind, and it was scared and pleading.

"We have to leave." Brock said. "NOW."

It was too late. As soon as the words left his mouth, almost a dozen wurm constructs erupted from various points in the walls surrounding the crystal sun. The wickedly sharp edges of their maws glinted in the crystal's light.

"Okay, Rinok, time to prove yourself," Odom said. "You're a master tactician, right?"

Rinok simply stared at the constructs, his face expressionless. At his disposal he counted three mind mages, himself an accomplished warmage, a beast- and a dragonmaster, a sadistic cannibal, a mad scientist, a monk with a talent for fire, a jack of all trades, a very long-lived necromancer, an angel, a faerie queen, an elemental, a hydra, and a mechanical spider.

"Telepaths in the back, keep us connected. If anyone is proficient with fire or lightning, they're our front lines. Summoners in the middle to bring us whatever aid you can, if summoning anything to this plane is even possible." Rinok jumped down onto the platform, drawing his greatsword in one fluid motion. "Melee fighters, to me."

He was soon flanked by Nadia and Marthel.

"This is all we've got, huh?" Rinok asked.

Marthel brandished his twin swords, Brutality and Elegance. "Seems so."

"Wait, where do I fit in all this? I'm none of those things," Odom asked.

"Just stick with the elemental, and heal us when necessary. Your chaotic life magic can do that much can't it?" Rinok barked.

"No promises," Odom mumbled.

Ashleigh deposited Abby in Odom's arms. "I'll be right back, I promise." She gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before sliding down Maelstrom Wanderer's side to join Brock and Rhyne in the contingent of element-slingers. Sverre quickly partnered up with Kyari and Sa'Raah while Lisandra and Vilhelm remained back with Odom.

"Here's the plan," Lisandra said, "I'm going to see about maintaining some sort of order here, read when people's weaknesses are being exploited. Can you try and do whatever you did to my spider to those things?" She directed Vilhelm's attention to the wurms.

"I can certainly try, but they might be harder to subdue." If a few of them died here he wasn't that concerned. It just made his job that much easier later on.

"Everyone ready?" Rinok shouted. "We move in when they're within two-hundred yards."

It was a tense few seconds before the wurms made it to Rinok's point of reference. "Forward!" he shouted, rushing in. The hot metallic wind being belched from the wurm constructs raked through his lungs and whistled past his ears. This was living. This was battle.

Sverre slammed his palm into the ground, pulling up his sleeve as he did so. "Alright, big guy, time to have some fun." The tattoo on his arm began to glow with a dark aura. He began to rise from the ground, a wurm as big around as the world tree of Helheim under his feet. The fetid smell of dead flesh filled the air, but to Sverre it was sweet nectar. His bound companion, Jormungandr, the world serpent, let out an ear shattering roar.

Kyari hadn't left the back of her hydra. "Okay, Primey, let's see what you can really do." She urged it forward.

Sa'Raah was having more than a little trouble reaching out to find a creature to come to her aid. She didn't have any shortcuts like Sverre had been able to create. Breaking through the barrier around Xerex to seek out her mother or another dragon took more effort than she'd realized. Her breath came quick and ragged, sweat dripping down the back of her neck even though it was cool.

"Vilhelm, that one's headed for Sa'Raah, shut it down," Lisandra said. She held on to Maelstrom Wanderer's barky bits at the elemental lurched forward under Odom's command to cover Sa'Raah while Vilhelm set to work on the mechanical wurm.

"Any time would be great, dude," Odom shouted as the wurm slammed into Maelstrom Wanderer's side, causing the elemental to let out a bellow and counterattack viciously. Molten goo poured out of the elemental's stomach, some of it splattering Sa'Raah.

"What is this?"

"What he eats," Odom responded.

"It's..." Sa'Raah felt the power coursing through her hands. "It's mana?!"

"Duh!"

She scooped some up in her arms and slung it towards Ashleigh, Brock, and Rhyne. Only Brock was having success creating a sustained flame, relying on the ghostfire technique. "Use this, it'll make it easier!"

Sa'Raah sunk her hands into the growing pool of mana and dug deep inside herself for the power she needed to reach across the planes and bring her dragons. There was one species she'd met in her travels that would attack these constructs with gusto: the Skyship Stalkers of Kaladesh.

"Brothers and sisters of the wing," she began, "the Envoy implores you to grant your assistance in this, my time of need."

A pair of the giant, red beasts erupted from the pool of mana. Sa'Raah caught one of their tails and pulled herself up behind the wings.

"Envoy we are here," they said in draconic. "What would you have us do?"

"These wurms attacked us," Sa'Raah explained. "My friends and I must defeat them."

The dragons salivated when their eyes found the wurms. "We come to your aid with pleasure."

Ashleigh and Rhyne dug their hands into the mana pouring from Maelstrom Wanderer's belly as Odom worked to close the wound. The elemental was regenerating quickly, but if they wanted to be able to run Odom's help was required. Bright red blazes sprang from Rhyne's hands. He let out a shrill cackle and ran headlong into the fray, barreling past Rinok's coordinated assault on one of the wurms and jumping into another's gaping maw. Ashleigh reached into the minds of everyone around her and cherry-picked her favorite destruction spells. Lighting arced from her fingertips, jumping between nearby wurms.

Kyari's hydra had entangled a wurm in its many necks. Several of the heads were biting into the metal body, ripping it to pieces. She surveyed the battlefield. A couple of the wurms appeared to have been paralyzed by lightning, and another few bore signs of having been melted by fire. Sa'Raah soared through the air on dragonback, her mount and its companion raking their claws across the angered wurms. Rinok, Marthel, and Nadia were working together and Lisandra stood back with Vilhelm keeping tabs on the situation. Kyari felt Lisandra's mental check ins, and they were oddly comforting. Sverre rode around on the back of Jormungandr in a similar manner to Kyari riding on her hydra.

Then she saw something that chilled her to the bone. More wurms came pouring out of the walls. She looked to Rinok. He'd seen them too and judging by the look on his face knew they'd never be able to make it against so many.

"Retreat!" came the order from Rinok. "Fall back!"

Rinok, Marthel, and Nadia rushed back towards a now healed Maelstrom Wanderer.

"Climb on up, guys," Odom said. He was dripping with glowing goo. "Sverre, Ash, Brock, come on!"

Everyone fell back to the elemental, abandoning the spider. Kyari and Sa'Raah were forced to unsummon their companions, sending them back to their planes of origin.

"But what if he gets lost," Kyari protested before Sverre forcibly unsummoned her hydra.

"It'll be fine, Kyari. It's going back to Shandalar, back to its home," Brock put an arm around her.

"We're missing Rhyne," Rinok said.

"You sound upset," Vilhelm said as Maelstrom Wanderer began to move, lumbering away from the growing army of wurms.

"He's not missing," Odom said, hauling Rhyne up and over the side of the elemental.

"That was so much fun," Rhyne said. "Why'd we stop?"

Everyone broke into laughter.

Abby let out an indignant squawk.

"I know, sweetie, I know. You tried to warn us," Ashleigh cooed.

"So... we go the other way?" Sa'Raah suggested.

"You mean the way I wanted us to go the first time?" Brock asked, crossing his arms.

"What do you want us to say, man?" Odom said. "That you were right and the rest of us were wrong?"

"Of course..." Lisandra had returned to poring over the thesis. "After that idiom, it says we shouldn't get distracted by shiny things."

"Isn't anybody worried those things are going to chase us?" Sverre said.

"They shouldn't," Marthel responded. "The thing about constructs is that they're typically built with a specific purpose. Those should just leave us alone now that we're out of the bounds of that giant crystal thing."

"Do you suppose that was the heart of this plane?" Ashleigh asked.

"It's possible, but we need to go deeper than the heart to get to what Urza's left here for us." Marthel smiled, and this time it was a genuine one. Everyone had actually worked together for a common goal rather than forming factions and trying to kill each other. He sincerely hoped this kind of thing kept happening.