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lordprettyflackotara · 6 months ago

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Hitchhiker SFW & NSFW Headcannon’s:

a/n: getting my wisdom teeth out in like ten minutes so imma be offline and recovering for a few days. enjoy these head cannons until i get back <3

Tim | SFW:

-lives off of coffee & cigarettes. half the time can’t digest regular food & ends up throwing it up from stress :( poor bby

-despite being a proxy for years, still has reoccurring nightmares that keep him up at night. certain things trigger ptsd episodes, specifically memories of jay or brian (who brian used to be before the operator came along)

-rough exterior, doesn’t believe he’s even worthy of being in your presence or anyone else’s. firmly believes that anyone he interacts with The Operator could and would kill just to fuck with him

-major anger issues that he mainly keeps under wraps, masky’s the one who REALLY shows that side of him

-memory is spotty, but he puts more of an effort to remember things since meeting you

-drinks straight black coffee, absolutely despises cream & sugar. its a miracle this man has any water intake at all

-overly protective, to an intense degree

-enjoys bands like the smiths, the neighbourhood (idc bite me), and cigarettes after sex

Tim | NSFW under the cut:

-tim wants to absolutely worship you. a shameless munch who wants to do nothing more than make you cum on his face

-prefers missionary, wants to bury his face into your neck as he pounds into you

-This man loves nothing more than to hear your pretty noises

‘Fuck, keep moaning my name princess’

-doesn’t care too much about receiving head, would rather please you

-ADORES watching your facial expressions as you cum on his fingers. the little o shape your mouth makes drives him feral

‘Yeah? Gonna cum on my fingers?’

-best after care on the PLANET. baths, snacks, cuddles. whatever you want he’s got it ready for you.

Brian || SFW:

-vegetarian (loves tomato soup because it reminds him of what his mom used to make him when he was sick)

-distrusting; even though he tries to attempt from speaking his mind is absolute madness

-lots of ptsd, genuinely fears what happened to him will happen to you

-depressive tendencies. allows hoodie to front when he starts getting too upset

-he doesn’t allow himself to have too many interest or too much of a personality. he lives in constant fear anything he may grow to like or show interest in will be destroyed by the operator

-you instill an unknowingly amount of happiness into his life. an amount so much that he fears he may be beginning to claw his way out of the trenches of despair

-enjoys bands like linkin park, papa roach, and green day

Brian || NSFW

-a TEASE

-this mf wants you to beg for his touch just to turn around & give you what you want & more

-adores the feeling of your nails digging into his back. he gets so turned on by it, it’s borderline nauseating for him

-praise to the absolute MAX

-‘you can take it pretty girl, such a good girl for me’

-possessive & determined to make you feel better then anyone else, especially in group activities

-‘go on, tell tim how good i make you feel’

-loves to overstimulate you to the point of no return. if you aren’t a squirming mess on the brink of passing out from pleasure, he feels like he didn’t do his job right

-wants to manhandle you. something about picking you up as if you weighed nothing to readjust you into the position he wants you in is so addicting to him

-good aftercare, thinks more about cleaning you up than anything else

Masky || SFW

-he’s so tired of being the ‘leader’

-like seriously, he’s sick of it

-firm believer since Hoodie came around first he should be forced to lead the band of misfit toys but he digresses

-thinks tim is a big softie and borderline pathetic, but after he saves you, he thinks more highly of his decision making skills

-when fronting he is absolutely not sleeping. real life is terrifying enough. the last thing he needs is the creativity of nightmares haunting him too

-carries wads of cash in case he’s in a bind. will just throw them at people before storming out of where ever he is

-did i mention anger issues? like to an unhealthy concerning degree? masky believes in punching or shooting his way out of any situation that pisses him off

-delusional but in the best way, imagines you and him to eventually become a bonnie and clyde like duo

-enjoys more edgy bands like three days grace, skillet, and hollywood undead

Masky || NSFW

-there is not a submissive bone in this man’s body

-spitting, spanking, slapping, and choking you really gets him going

-humiliating you and degrading you turns him on so much it’s unbelievable

-‘Fuckin slut. Get yourself off on my tongue. Get on with it before I change my mind’

-Either overstimulation or orgasm denial. No in between

-Gun play. I said what I said. You giving him head while he points a loaded gun at your head drives him feral

-‘Suck it harder or i’ll pull the trigger. Dont think I won’t. You’re not special’

-if you’re into it as much as he is, he’d like to fuck you with his gun🫣

-Lowkey is kinda cruel, enjoy the idea of putting his cigarettes out on you but won’t since he shares you (he doesn’t want to argue with toby/hoodie/brian/tim)

-leaving you covered with bruises in particular is satisfying to him. the shapes of his fingers digging into your waist being there the next day make him hard all over again

-decent aftercare. if we’re being honest you’ll be too dazed to remember most of it. he won’t necessarily cuddle you but he’ll at least clean you with a washcloth before putting you to bed

Hoodie || SFW

-silent but aggressive

-doesn’t enjoy fronting unless it’s to complete a mission or task for the operator

-enjoys stalking his victims just to see what they’re doing before they’re killed🙈

-that ski mask? yeah prefers that mf to stay ON. things that involve you are the only exception he’ll make once he grows fond of you

-him & brian are in an agreement having any real interest is too much risk. of course, they combat this narrative once you come along

-will tell you he doesn’t like music but secretly enjoys shinedown, breaking benjamin, and seether

Hoodie || NSFW

-sadist

-orgasm denial. the sight of you squirming beneath him while begging to cum? euphoric.

-cnc (sorry mom)

-‘shut up and take it. pathetic whore’

-breath play. likes choking but he’d prefer to have you on all fours with a belt around your throat if he’s being honest

-loves recording you. not only to watch back later, but to threaten you with the blackmail

-‘you better behave or i’ll show everyone how much of a slut you actually are’

-hair pulling. whether you pull his hair or he pulls yours. the whimpers that come from it are like heroin

-bondage. if hoodie could have it his way he’d have you tied up and spread out like a starfish on a bed so he could play with you until you break

-probably the worst aftercare out of everyone on this list. doesn’t care for it, thinks it’s your problem. at most will just tell you to pee

Toby || SFW

-toby is pretty much your loyal guard dog. he’s at your disposal and you don’t even realize it

-he never really got an opportunity to be a teenager. now that he’s roughly 21-23, you make him feel like the flustered horny teenager he never got to be

-before you he’s extremely unhinged. toby didn’t have a lot of motivation besides the thrill of a kill. now that you’re around and practically a ball of sunshine, you make him feel something other than blood lust or boredom

-has nice curls but never knows how to take care of them so they always turn out straight since he immediately brushes his hair after a shower

-out of the three proxies he’s the most content with the situation. he views tim and brian as his best friends, even if they don’t feel the same way

-don’t let any of the fluff headcannons deceive you though, there’s a reason he’s a proxy. the unknown strength this man has is concerning. chopping up bodies doesn’t tire him

-enjoys russian roulette. masky and hoodie will play with him on special occasions

-likes to play with fire. if he has an opportunity he will commit massive amounts of arson

-his music taste bounces around everywhere, similar to his personality. top three is violent vira, grimes, and bones

Toby || NSFW

-hardcore switch leaning towards sub

-toby has his dominate moments, most of them just enjoying seeing you blush from his teasing

-‘you like m-me fucking y-you huh? such a p-perfect pussy’

-likes to see you take control.

-i’m sorry but despite being a sub he’s very vanilla, minus a few very specific kinks

-hickies. wants tim and brian to see you’re just as much as his as you are theirs

-cream pies. not even necessarily contributing to a breeding kink, he just likes to watch his cum drip down your abused cunt

-pulling his hair drives him feral. he can’t necessarily feel pain but he feels your eagerness and that’s enough for him

-considering toby can’t feel things his sex drive is extremely high considering it’s one of the few things he can’t actually feel

-one of his fantasies is fucking you with the handle of his axe

-aftercare is peak. he’s just as exhausted as you, but will wait on you hand and foot to ensure you’re taken care of

Nova || SFW

-her dad was a detective, she simply followed in his footsteps

-her parents were very academic driven. praise and affection was only shown to her when she excelled academically

-bi sexual. leans more towards women

-protective, blunt, and head strong

-working in a field that’s pro dominantly men, she ensures to be full of bark AND bite to make sure she’s taken seriously

-became a detective to help people. despite her tough exterior, she genuinely just wants to bring people peace through her work

-obsessive tendencies. once she starts a case she has to finish it. will not rest properly until it’s done

-has a fantastic memory. memorizes all the little details of anyone and everything

-out of the three proxies she likes tim the most, but will never admit she likes any of them

-enjoys hozier, asap rocky, and adeline troutman

Nova || NSFW

-THE BIGGEST SWITCH TO EVER EXIST

-either wants to be called mommy or a good cum dump

-an absolute freak in the bed

-this woman has a chest of sex toys at home of all varieties and sorts

-pegs men

-‘your whimpers are so cute baby boy’

-either wants to put YOU in handcuffs or have you put handcuffs on HER. either way she wants them involved

-doesn’t believe in vanilla sex. if she’s fucking she’s going all in. no lovey dovey shit. just pure feral behavior

-on the other end of the spectrum, loves being fucked into the mattress until she’s dizzy

-‘please keep going, fuck, i’m so close’

-has attended several bdsm sex parties on the down low

-aftercare is peak. she doesn’t gaf ab herself. you’re the star of the show

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patronsaintofelsewhere · 1 year ago

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Thoughts on Angel Crowley & Healing from Trauma

(Minor Good Omens S2 Spoilers)

As someone who’s endured my own Trauma and dealt with the resulting PTSD, watching Crowley’s journey from a joyful, silly, and entirely innocent angel to a withdrawn, lonely, hyper-vigilant demon as a result of the Fall both shattered my heart and confronted me with the fact of myself, and I’d like to talk about it.

When you* experience Trauma, you experience an existential disorientation and a profound sense of grief over the world you thought you knew–one where you were safe and nothing bad had ever happened to you. “Innocence died screaming,” and all that.

You're also therefore mourning the loss of who you were, and struggling to make sense of who you are now. Which is why this conversation is so gut-wrenching:

“I know you.” “You do not know me.” “I knew the angel you were.” “The angel you knew is not me.”

This dialogue admittedly still makes my eyes swim. It’s reminiscent of the many conversations I’ve had with people close to me who knew me Before and After. Not only are you grieving the loss of your own innocence, so are those around you, and it feels like you’re wearing their loved one’s face like a mask.

And then underneath the grief, there’s a river of–what you’ll later discover is misplaced–guilt. They want you to be who you were. Fuck, you also want to be who you were -- to not have experienced what you did -- but you can’t.

And when they catch a glimpse of something that reminds them of Before-You -- because it's not like that you has just up and vanished, you've just changed -- they say things like, “I feel like I have you back!” Like the After-You is a consolation prize, something to be tolerated while they wait for the Before-You to return.

It’s not malicious. They love you. They want you to be happy. But it just serves as a reminder of your loss and suddenly you’re acutely aware of how alone you are with the Thing that hurt you.

After trauma, you’re lonely and you're afraid. But those emotions make you feel quite naked, because both of those things would require you to depend on other people to feel better and, at this point, the thought of doing that is far too scary, so to the world, you’re angry. Thus begins the cyclical self-fulfilling prophecy.

And that cycle goes a bit like this: People see the mistrust and the bitterness and the volatility (the shield that keeps people at an arm's length and helps you feel safe). They don't see the profound sustained fear underneath, the desperate need to feel seen and accepted. And so people pull away.

And that real or perceived abandonment feeds the monster that’s taken up permanent residence in your ribcage and screams at all hours that you’re not worthy of love, that you’re irreparably broken, and you’ll always be alone. And you pull away from the people that love you. And the cycle repeats. And you start to believe all of the bad things about yourself that the monster tells you.

Being confronted with a character who you adore and who you also relate to closely is bittersweet in that it’s both immensely painful, but also offers you an opportunity to interrupt that cycle, to explore a different -- perhaps more forgiving -- lens through which to view yourself. To practice self-compassion by proxy, if you will. After all, we tend to extend far greater empathy and forgiveness to others than we do to ourselves.

Angel Crowley, "who squeaked and squealed when he was happy; who flailed his arms around and made explosion noises with his mouth to explain nebulas; who preened when told his stars were pretty,” (joycrispy) reminded me a lot of “Angel T,” or rather myself before Trauma.

And Crowley's story is tragic. I was heartbroken and angry for him; I felt the depth of the betrayal he experienced at the hands of someone he loved who he'd believed loved him; I found myself wanting to protect him, to comfort him. Crowley did not deserve what happened to him.

And, over a decade later, I realized that I’d finally accepted that I’d been an innocent, just like Crowley had, and I didn't deserve what happened to me, either.

And -- if you find yourself relating to this post -- neither did you.

Once we can tell ourselves that and actually believe it, we can start to lower the shield. We can allow people closer, including ourselves. We can bring the parts of ourselves we may have hidden away back to the surface. We can soften again. We can truly start to heal.

Crowley, at his core, remains the same. He is still kind, deeply loving, playful, silly, and – against all odds – hopeful. But his trauma has changed him; his innocence is gone.

He struggles to trust others; fears abandonment; engages in unhealthy coping mechanisms; finds it easier to prioritize and tend to Aziraphale's needs and desires than his own; and has difficulty expressing his emotions.

But he also gained an abundance of empathy, a deep love for humanity, and a strong sense of justice.

We adore Crowley exactly as he is now; we don't wish for him to be who he was before the Fall. And neither does Aziraphale.

In kind, we won’t be who we were — nor should we try to be — but we can be something new, a different version of ourselves that is equally good, equally worthy, and equally deserving of love.

After over a decade, I think my Trauma wound has mostly healed, as much as Trauma wounds can, anyway; it’s a dull ache rather than an acute pain. Yet Crowley's story assuaged that remaining hurt like a salve I hadn’t realized I needed.

So thank you to @neil-gaiman for giving us such a beautiful story, and to David Tennant, Michael Sheen, and the rest of the cast and crew who bring the characters we love to life on screen.

Good Omens truly is a gift. May it continue to inspire us to offer kindness and love to ourselves and one another. 🖤

* I am aware that I say “you” when I should use the singular first-person “I,” but I still struggle with this when talking about my own trauma. So I’m using “you” and you, reader, will deal with it x

#good omens #good omens season two #good omens 2 spoilers #aziraphale x crowley #anthony j crowley #angel crowley #anthony crowley #crowley #crowley good omens #good omens crowley #crowley trauma #gos2spoilers #go s2 #go season 2 #good omens 2 #aziracrow #david tennant #good omens character analysis

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semiotextiana · 4 months ago

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Inside Out 3 cast

Autism: Alex Consani

ADHD: Alex Consani

Bipolar Disorder: Lena Dunham

PTSD: Charlotte Gainsbourg

BPD: Isabelle Huppert

Depression: Kirsten Dunst

Schizophrenia: Hari Nef

Psychosis: Col the Doll

Histrionics: Jennifer Lopez

Munchhausen: Eartheater

Munchhausen by proxy: Taylor Swift

Arfid: Taylor Swift

Social anxiety: Chris and the Queens

Alzheimers: Marina and the Diamonds

Transsexualism: Nicole Kidman

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gemmahale · 4 months ago

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Okay, I'm home, I've been on the road for the better part of 4 hours today due to a miscommunication and a cancelled event, and I've had this rant brewing.

Being Anti-Military and Pro-Veteran are stances that can mutually exist.

Games like CoD and whatever other FPS/Military Simulation game is out there is propaganda. It’s meant to make you want to sign up or support military action.

The military (I’m speaking specifically to the US, as I am most familiar with them by proxy) uses some incredibly underhanded techniques to ensure they have the warm bodies soldiers they need to keep the system working as intended.

This includes but is not limited to: promises of paying for education, aspirations of “seeing the world”, provision of job security, access to healthcare, a stable job and housing, etc. They use things like “patriotism” and “glory” and “security” to lure people in.

And then, when that person is wholly and completely reliant on the military - for a paycheck, housing, healthcare, you name it - they spit them back out into the world with a "thanks a lot and good fucking luck."

Into a world where:

Financial support for care has been axed and axed and axed again under "budget cuts"

Care is secured with red tape so thick you can tightrope walk across it

Care is denied for things the military caused (by saying "it didn't happen while you were serving".) *Yes, that's a direct quote from a doctor to one of Kallen's peers. When assessing a life-altering injury sustained while they were in country overseas, it was deemed as "non-service related injury”.

In comparison to civilians:

Veterans are ~40% more likely to be homeless.

Veterans are ~80% more likely to suffer from untreated mental and physical health issues - PTSD, hearing loss, nerve damage, etc.

Veterans are ~60% more likely to turn to addictive substances - alcohol, drugs, etc.

Veterans are ~70% more likely to commit suicide.

This isn’t limited to combat vets. Logistics specialists, administrative specialists, IT specialists all get screwed when they leave.

Ask just about any veteran that has served, they are incredibly likely to be staunchly anti-military.

The military causes a tremendous amount of damage to every person involved, even if they aren't aware of it at the time.

It’s a cult, it’s an abusive relationship, it’s predatory. Treat it as such.

Support veterans, advocate for their care. They made choices you may not agree with, but they made them because of what they thought the military was offering to them. Many thought they were doing the right thing for their country - that was the lie they were fed from 9/11 on (in the US). Then they were chewed up, spit out, and left for dead by the same people that made all those promises to them.

Here are some US-based, apolitical Veteran Support groups (many have International chapters/members):

22 Until None - 501-C3 that provides support to veterans by veterans. There are local chapters on Facebook that are all active and are listed on the website

Disabled American Veteran - Veteran help association; involved in legislation and local assistance, connections to VA advocates to help navigate the VA

Wounded Warrior Project - 501-C3 charity supporting disabled veterans.

Note: I am absolutely not doing the "not all servicemembers" thing here. I'm saying "veterans are living with their choices, and still deserve access to care."

#gemma rambles #Veteran Care #veteran advocacy #Kallen kvetches #y’all better not come into my inbox acting a fool

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dy-mph-na · 2 days ago

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Hello...! This is my first post on here so ill give you all a little summary of who I am and what my goals are on this platform

I have been through a lot so its very easy to connect with different people on different topics- currently I am in the process of separating myself from a toxic family and really have nobody and nothing other than my mind and a dream. My dream is to help others who have or are struggling like I had to through my voice & writing!

I am a Munchausen syndrome by proxy victim which my mother worked in the emergency room as a nurse and she had a very good reputation... The cops of the town we lived in also went to school with her and had known her their entire life so would come whenever she called. She fabricated many MENTAL illnesses onto me and made claims that were either exaggerated truths or just flat out lies and it was easy for her to continuously get me institutionalized as a teenager because of her job and status. Evidently she would take me into HER WORKPLACE... This is more common than you think and because its not just physical its a complete mind warp. The continuous isolation and gaslighting can convince you and everyone around you that you are severely mentally unwell; even if that is not the case.

I became homeless on my 21st birthday and I am still homeless. I was trying to go to a monastery just to get away from my mom and to gain wisdom on a few things so I can help others have a voice. I was staying with an aunt who is very close to my mother and they both were plotting to get me institutionalized or put in jail which absolutely did not work; this had happened with a close friend of my moms too. Both times the cops actually helped me and gave me a ride they believed me for once. Shortly after this I realized one thing: they definitely knew and were in on it but I am still unable to decipher the reasoning. Especially with her friend; they wanted me to keep retelling my trauma yet would invalidate me when I would, kept looking for a reaction out of me similar to my aunt what makes it more confusing is that all of these women are nurses.

My mother was a single mother and my dad was an absent drug addict; I have actually reconnected with my father recently because I had a gut feeling that he was not doing good- I found him intuitively through a Jewish rabbi and it turned out he was in the hospital getting an amputation and open heart surgery. He now is focused on getting sober which has me ecstatic. I believe I have some healing gifts or psychic gifts because when I was in the psych wards many times they would have me go down to the geriatric unit and counsel the elderly. I have a lot of stories from these times that are sort of surreal when I look back at it now.

Another point of psychic gifts; after the cops picked me up and gave me a ride from my moms friends house (my mom was trying to force me to take a flight back home keep in mind this was right before hurricane Milton as well and I was waiting for an Uber to the airport) I had my icons out on the table and prayed to god "show me a sign its not safe to go home yet" and the Jesus prayer and a fire actually started in the restaurant I was sitting outside of; to make matters even more prominent the Uber driver arrived at the wrong address and was really late. I took this as a sign to not go home.

I grew up as a big kid and got picked on and bullied a lot but I have lost about 100 lbs the past year so yay.

I moved from the north to the south as a teen I actually even moved in with a LDR boyfriend at 16 which definitely was a mistake but it gave me a chance to feel like a "normal" teenager who didn't have to worry about her mother sending her away again for minor inconveniences.

I want to be a singer eventually or at least be on stage so I can spread my message and help others. I yearn to be seen because I have spent a lot of time isolated and hidden.

I should add my first hospitalization was definitely warranted as I had started self harming during my emo phase in middle school. My mom just got very comfortable with it and used DARVO & triangulation methods on me making it very hard to prove my innocence. All the doctors need is a "feeling" that the person is unwell which my mom would make sure to plant false truths their brains for a few weeks before taking me.

I am heavily into Orthodox Christianity and consider myself and God to be pretty tight. I am very devout and it has helped me in all aspects in my life. I never realized HOW POWERFUL he was until all of these lessons. I was trapped and convinced I was crazy now I am free, healing and ready to help others. I guess I am not the perfect Christian but nobody is.

I love cigarettes and I smoke weed sometimes but I try to be good to others and really embrace humility. "I am just a soul whose intentions are gooood oh lord please don't let me be misunderstood..."

I spend most of my time alone because this is what I have been used to my whole life; I think and I write and I try to live life like its a movie even when I am alone. I am grateful for everything even the grass under my feet. There were times when I wasn't even allowed outside; I am a survivor and not a victim.

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37-children-of-the-dreams · 1 month ago

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Lighter’s Mental State

PSA WARNING : DO NOT READ IF YOU CANNOT HANDLE TALKS OF SUICIDAL THOUGHTS.

Background Context: I was speed running my chance to have Inky the stray black cat as my pet and changed the time to Evening, but I was at Lumina Square when I did it. So, I went to the map icon to go back to Sixth Street when I saw Lighter’s icon in the Lumina Square area and I had to check out why he’s there.

I was not prepared for the interaction between us.

I just want everyone to know that I am not a licensed psychologist, I am only days away from getting my Bachelor’s degree in Psychology, but Lighter’s choice of words are heavily implying that he has suicidal ideation.

You have three choices to tell him. I already did the second and third choices. This is what he’ll say:

The first pic happens when you picked the last one, and he’s going to do a bunch of death jokes to lighten the mood, but the Proxy will still remind him in the end to live his life. If you pick the second, it’s the rest of the pictures and he’s going to tell you that he is doing fine and was overthinking his situation, but will say he envies you for a secret reason. I will try to find him again tomorrow for the first one, but I just want people to know that Lighter has suffered and is still dealing with PTSD from his past so every time the Proxy talks to him, Lighter becomes happier because of us. His interactions with the Proxy does show that he does care about our relationship with him and that he will not do anything reckless for the sake of his relationship with us.

Literally minutes after our interaction. He’s in a happier state.

Lighter might not want people to know his situation, but the instant he hears someone wanting him to live or is willing to die with him, he changes his mind and wants to live so the person who cares about him doesn’t have to worry about him. He truly is a well written character and I will defend him with everything I have.

#zenless zone zero #zzz #lighter #lighter lorenz #lighter zzz #zzz lighter #lighter you have suffered enough please don’t die for the sake of your family #or the mc because they want you to live

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strawberryflavoredvenum · 14 days ago

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Creepypasta mental health hcs

Like always, I am completely disregarding the cannon(and my earlier hcs) ^⁠_⁠^

Also tw: mental illness (duh), self harm, psychosis, depersonalization. Idk tw everything.

Also I hope everyone knows that none of these disorders create these kinds of people. This is all fiction and 99% of people with these disorders don't even get close to this. Ik it sounds obvious but I still want to remind you. I have ptsd, asd, and persistent depression. I also have friends with some of these and they are all amazing people. I mean this for personality disorders/disorders with stigma like npd or bpd as well.

Toby

❤️ schizophrenia

He has an even mix negative and positive symptoms. He doesn't experience them all at the same time. The negative symptoms are more common throughout the day, but the positive ones are more severe. (negative or positive does not mean good or bad. They are terms used to describe whether or not a symptom adds or takes away something to someone's behavior/functioning. A positive symptom can be hallucinations, while a negative symptom may me impaired attention)

His negative symptoms include not taking care of himself, self isolation, alogia (made worse when people bullied him for his speech patterns/tourettes), and anhedonia.

Positive symptoms include scrambled speech (word salad), delusions of persecution, auditory and visual hallucinations. Auditory:voices, name calling, other proxies voices, crying and screaming. Visual: bugs, shadow people, Lyra, hands, visual distortion. He also feels paranoid and nihilistic thinking.

During episodes he is known to hide, lash out, extreme emotional outbursts of fear, paranoia, anger or sadness. He also displays agitation, poor hygiene, and a lack of social awareness.

❤️Pica

Idk but I've always head cannoned him to have this. He is kinda sneaky about it so other proxies watch him closely around objects he's been known to try. Things like paper, paint chips, parchment, or anything with a ceramic/clay pottery/glass like consistency.

❤️tourettes

It's not as severe in my hc as it is in cannon. Still noticeable though. If he could feel it, his neck would be in so much pain.

❤️cipa

This is self explanatory. He has to check himself over with a mirror so he doesn't accidentally leave an injury untended. He finds random bruises he didn't know about all the time. He has to take great care to make sure he doesn't forget about injuries, letting them get infected. He has many scars. Also a couple chunks bitten out of his cheek and tongue.

❤️ He needs more help than the other proxies but has learned to live with his disorders and hold a routine. Toby is willing accept help, but only from certain people that he trusts and cares for. He tries his best every day to be better than the next.

Nina

❤️ manic depression

She has horrible episodes of depression, with intense mood swings. She was originally diagnosed with bipolar. She'll either be in bed all day, flirting/obsessing over Jeff(who is not reciprocating) or getting into arguments and impulsively spending her money. She also struggles with self harm. She hides it behind sleeves or heavy bracelets. Jane worries and checks on her often to make sure she's okay. Bringing her food and trying to get her to take a walk when Nina is depressed. When Nina is manic, Jane tries to ground her and keep her on a routine. She feels very guilty afterwards. Her friends understand. They all have issues.

❤️ hypersexuality

She doesn't have a lot of sex but she has intense intrusive thoughts about it. Especially involving jeff. She doesn't like to open up about it because of the stigma. She doesn't want people to see her as a slut or something. Most of them would never think that of her or anyone with hypersexuality. They wouldn't care if she was a whore to begin with.

❤️ Erotomania

She is convinced that Jeff and her are meant to be. She finds random signs that Jeff is reciprocating in things that don't exist. Jeff doesn't like her very much. Other proxies feel uncomfortable about it and try to keep them separate. (Nina would never cross the line into predatory behavior. None of the proxies are like that.) It's gotten much better but she falls back into old thought patterns during episodes. Nina has learned to respect boundaries and respect Jeff's.

❤️ drug abuse

She's been known to abuse party drugs. They are hard to get as a proxy(and also banned in the house) so it's much less severe than before.

❤️ histrionic personality disorder

She feels much more intensely in every way. She believes that her friendships are closer than they are, her emotions have no middle ground, and she has strong opinions on everything. She has some attention seeking tendencies and feels bad when she doesn't receive the desired response. She isn't a liar but often exaggerates when she tells stories.

❤️Nina is pretty receptive to help as long as she isn't in an episode. Sometimes she feels hopeless and gives up but not for long. She watches a lot of online therapy videos since they can't get a therapist.

Jeff

❤️ Antisocial personality disorder

He struggles to have much care for other people or their feelings. He's incredibly impulsive and thrill seeking. This has made him both the best and worst proxy in the mansion. He doesn't see the moral issue with lying. Luckily he's pretty bad at it and can never keep his story straight. His mood throughout the day is either agitated or bored. Becoming a proxy has made his antisocial behavior worse because he is able to justify it in his mind. If you asked him, he would say that he doesn't love anyone. Though he doesn't care for anyone, he likes being around Liu. His brother is one of the only people he chooses to talk to outside of joking or missions.

❤️ trichotillomania

Skin picking was always something he did but it got much worse after the fire. He tends to pick at the area between burned, and normal skin. He does the same with his scars. Putting bandages on his arms can help prevent picking. He tries not to look in mirrors often. Not because he hates how he looks, but it makes him want to pick more.

❤️psychosis

It's how he became "Jeff the killer" in the first place. In the early stages, he becomes more paranoid, disorganized, and stops taking care of himself. During the episode, he becomes mistrustful, agitated, comes to random conclusions/assumptions, doesn't sleep for days, and becomes more hostile. The full episode can last from a week to a month.

❤️ insomnia

He stays up until he drops. He doesn't try to help his insomnia until someone else intervenes. It majorly exacerbates his other problems.

❤️ He's generally not open to change. he could have gotten better if his parents had caught/cared it sooner. Liu isn't going to give up on him though. He doesn't care how much Jeff complains or lashes out. Liu and Slenderman are the only ones able to get Jeff to cooperate or calm down.

Liu

❤️ptsd

He isn't upset at his brother. But he still survived a horrific ordeal because of him. Sometimes when helping Jeff through an episode, he'll accidentally trigger Liu. Liu is determined to help Jeff, even if his PTSD makes it hard. He has bad nightmares about waking up to see Jeff. He tries to isolate when it gets bad. Jeff doesn't notice when Liu is struggling but when he finds out, he tries to help in his own way. Usually giving him space since he knows Liu's PTSD is mostly from him. Liu feels guilty about it.

❤️ codependence

Liu doesn't feel that he has anything left after everything that's happened. Even if Jeff was the one to kill their parents, and almost him, he is all Liu has left. He doesn't like living here but he'll go anywhere his brother goes. He feels responsible. Jeff would never admit this but Liu knows Jeff still needs him.

❤️major depressive disorder

He's had it since he was a kid. He feels empty and his motivation to do anything goes down the drain. His appetite is one of the first things to go. Not because he isn't hungry, but he doesn't feel like leaving his room. He'll sit at his desk staring at the work he needs to do or lay in bed.

Helen

❤️ autism spectrum disorder

He's always felt different. Never really known how to interact with others. He mostly keeps to himself. You don't need to learn to talk to people if you never talk to them. He has a system for everything that makes it easier for him. He keeps most things about himself private because he can be sensitive. Before he became a proxy, he tried to mask but he doesn't care anymore.

❤️Social phobia

All the bullying wrecked his self esteem. He feels that everyone is judging him. The other proxies don't see him much. He would rather sit in his room doing art. He even got a mini fridge so he wouldn't have to leave as much. He has heart palpitations and feels nauseous when he has to interact with the more abrasive proxies(Jeff).

❤️ generalized anxiety

Even before the bullying, he's always been an anxious person. He fidgets and double checks everything around him to make sure nothing will go wrong.

❤️ paranoid personality disorder

He generally does not trust others. It's not completely inaccurate half the time. He feels that others are out to get him. Relationships are really hard because he doesn't believe anyone actually likes him.

❤️ He's neutral about recovery but he needs to let someone in. He won't get better unless he learns to rely on someone else but he's scared.

Jane

❤️ptsd

Like Liu, she also has ptsd after what Jeff put her through. Unlike Liu, she hates Jeff for what he did. She feels angry about it because she didn't deserve what happened to her. She has a hard time letting herself fall asleep and has had panic attacks. She doesn't remember most of what happened and that might be for the best.

❤️body dysmorphia

She had this since middle school but it got worse when she was burned. The fire and left her body burned and scarred. She tries not to think about it but she misses how she looked before. She covers up a lot because she doesn't like her burns being stared at. Also because the burns are sensitive.

❤️she is actually trying her best to get better. She reads books and does meditation.

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#creepypasta #ticci toby #creepypasta fandom #toby rogers #nina the killer #nina hopkins #jeff the killer #homicidal liu #helen otis #bloody painter #jane the killer #hcs #head canon #fanfiction

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hairscare · 6 months ago

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Do u think bens scared of water or does he just not really mind because he knows he can't drown again since he's already dead

i hc him as having ptsd so he avoids being submerged in water/being around large amounts of it as much as possible. thankfully they dont have a pool or anything so when the pastas go to the pool slendy makes the proxies take them while him and ben chill

#my art #creepypasta #ben drowned #slenderman

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thehorrorsoftheblackbunnymask · 1 year ago

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The Proxies Little Pet (Part 2)

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Author's Note: This has been requested so many times. There will be no part 3, so don't ask. Enjoy!

Summary: After the events that took place at Gullermary Asylum, Y/N has now been released and given a new identity as they reenter society. But as they remember more and more about the 10 years they stayed with the proxies, and the constant paranoia, they realize they'll never be safe.

Meanings: *Insert Word/Words*, anything with * when Toby is speaking means he's ticking, not just yelling nonsense.

Warnings: Implied Rape, Rape Described, Rape Talked About, Past Sexual, Physical and Mental Abuse, Murder, Suicide Mentioned, Attempted Murder, Kidnapping, Drugging, Manipulation, PTSD, Recovering From A Traumatic Event, Flashbacks, Blood, Gore, Paranoia, Anxiety, Panic Attacks, Swearing, Agression, Dehumanization, Medication, Hallucinations, Unconsented Filming, Unconsented Photography, Masturbation, Perversion, Mental Abuse, Sexual Abuse, Physical, Emotional Abuse, Forced Violence, Murder, Mind Break, Sexualization, Torture, and Humiliation.

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When you woke up, all you heard were sirens and screams. You're body was sore and sticky, but you were cold, very cold. You were still on the floor of the therapy room, but you felt a warm liquid under you. You used what little strength you had left to push yourself up and against the wall. When you looked down, you body froze.

You saw puddle of blood under you, your blood. Bruised on you thighs and wrists, you saw bite marks on your thighs and on your chest. You felt yourself start to hyperventilate, your hands shaking as you looked around.

"Not again, not again, not again!" You yelled at tears fell down your eyes, suddenly all the memories of your past came flooding back.

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"Get up bitch." Masky said, kicking your curled up body that laid on the floor.

"Come on, Masky. Let's give them a little break, don't want to break them too fast, remember?" Hoodie said as he pulled you into his lap, running his hands up and down your body.

Masky rolled his eyes before lighting up a cigarette. You hugged Hoodie's waist as you cried harder, causing Hoodie to laugh. You hated Hoodie, you hated Toby, you hated Masky, but the comfort Hoodie was giving you caused you to succumb to his touch. You were desperate for some sort of affection, some sort of love that barely gave.

"Who loves you, doll?" Hoodie asked.

"You..."

"And who do you belong to?"

"You..."

"Good girl/boy."

You watched as Hoodir pulled out his camera and snapped multiple pictures of you. All you could do was cry and hold onto him tighter.

"Come on doll, let us see your cute little body..."

"No... please..."

"I'm not asking you again."

When you looked up you saw Hoodie's mask gone and saw his face. He had a evil glint in his eyes. Despite what you mind told you, you sat up and uncovered your body. You moved your hands to the side and opened your legs, much to Hoodie's amusement.

"Good Girl/Boy," Hoodie said, before snapping more picture of you.

You didn't know why Hoodie wanted so many picture of you. Maybe it was for blackmail or for his disgusting fantasies.

Hoodie then picked you up and brought you to the bathroom before sitting you down in the tub.

"I'll be back, don't move or do anything funny unless you want to be punished again. Got it?"

"Yes sir..."

You waited in the tub for awhile before the door opened.

"Hi, Y/N~ How are you doing?" Toby asked as he walked in.

Toby goggles were off but he still had his mask on, so you couldn't see if he was smiling or not.

"Please...not now..."

"Come on, don't *FUCK* be like that."

Toby stepped into the tub and pinned you to shower walls, ignoring the fact there was no water in the tub yet.

"Are you still *WOW* mad at me?"

You just stared at him, you could feel yourself start to hyperventilate. You watched as Toby's face slowly dropped.

"Fuck...look I'm sorry ok! It was an accident. I didn't mean to go that far... I thought you'd be able to handle it..."

When you didn't reply, Toby's anger and desperation started to grow even more.

"Say something! I can cut your legs off right now you know? You won't be able walk or run away from me...Fuck... I wish it could be reality... You...so helpless. I could do anything to you and you wouldn't be able to stop me...Your moans... your screams..."

Toby began to tighten his grip on your arms as he felt his smile grow wider. You could see the lust and sadism in his eyes. As he slowly leaned in closer to you, a voice caused him to freeze.

"Get out Tobias," Hoodie said, as he walked in with a towel and body wash.

Toby's eye twitched before he groaned, pushing you into the wall before standing up and leave, grumbling about how bitchy Hoodie was.

"I-"

"Shut up."

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"I told you to kill the guy but no you just had to torture him!" Toby yelled.

"You're acting as if you never did that before. Out of the three of us, you're the most fucking sadistic and one who loses control the fastest, clock boy."

"Why you fucking-" Toby said before pouncing onto Masky.

You were curled up in the corner as you watched Toby and Masky fight. Hoodie just watched as the TV played in the background.

"Can you two not be so loud?" Hoodie asked, letting out a sigh.

"Can you *FUCK* suck my dick?"

"That's what Y/N's for," Hoodie said as he rolled his eyes before turning his attention to you in the corner.

You were wearing nothing but the collar Masky gave you. The words "Bitch" written on it. Since the cabin you guys were staying in for a mission had no heating, it was extremely cold, and you had to pay the price of that.

"B-Brain..." You whispered.

"What?"

"I-I'm cold..."

"Well, that's your problem. You're the one who tried to destroy my camera, you're lucky this is your punishment. I wanted to break you fingers but Toby bitched about it. Horny bastard."

"You're such *WOW* a dick to me! I'd slit your throat if I fucking could..." Toby yelled as he pulled at his hair.

"What is that going to do? Make your sister come back?"

Before Masky could say another word, Toby threw on his hatchets at him and Masky only didn't get hit because he dodged in time.

"Fucking hell," Masky said.

Toby was the most unstable one of the three, you knew this. You thought it was Masky when you first got here, but now you knew after being stuck with them for nearly a decade. Toby was the most mentally unstable and unpredictable one. Masky was the most violent yet depressed. And Hoodie was the most manipulative. You hated all of them equally, however. They've each harmed you beyond repair, either physically or mentally. It's been so long since you got captured however, you find it impossible to remember what your family and friends look like, or what you even looked like before. Now you body was covered of scars of all kind. You hated your life, you hated them, but you hated yourself the most.

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As you laid against the wall as your remembered everything, you accpeted the fact you couldn't move, so all you did was cry. Surprisingly, your tears made you feel as if you had some control over your decisions.

As you slowly lost your consciousness, you heard people burst into your room.

"Oh shit! Get them to paramedics, now! Stay with me ma'am/sir."

When you woke up, you were in a hospital room. As you looked out the window you saw the flowers that thrived in the spring weather.

"Miss/Mr. L/N?" A doctor said as they came in.

You felt yourself flinch as you looked at the doctor.

"Hey, you're alright, you're ok. I just wanted to check if you were awake yet."

You only looked at your hands in response.

"The police also would like to speak with you, if your comfortable of course."

"What, happened to me?"

"Well, after running some test, you haven't sustained too many severe injuries. Mild cuts, mild bruises, mild to mediocre burns, and some marks here and there. The most severe thing you had was the tearing of a few vaginal/anal tissue."

You felt uneasy as you heard the last sentence, it pretty much confirmed your suspicious.

"During our exams to find injuries, we also found that you were raped around an hour before we found you, do you remember anything that happened leading up to it or after. "

"I..."

"It's ok if you don't wanna talk about it. Would you like to talk to the police instead?"

You thought about it. You didn't trust anyone. Not your roommate, not the doctor, nobody. But maybe the police could help you, right?

"Ok."

After the doctor left, a few minutes later s police officer walked in. He looked like he was in his late 50's. White hair, glasses and a beard.

"Nice to meet you Miss/Mr. L/n. My name is Lieutenant Frank, I have a few questions for you, is that alright?"

"Yes."

"Ok. You were a psychologist at Gullermary Asylum, correct?"

"...Yes."

"Can you tell me about your patients?"

"I... took care of three... Brian, Tim, and...T-Toby. I don't wanna talk about Toby..."

"It's alright. Do you know what happened at Gullermary Asylum?"

"Not exactly."

"Two patients were able to hack into the security systems and were able to shut it off. They were able to blow up two boilers which caused multiple explosions. You were lucky we found you when we did, the building was minutes away from collapsing."

"Oh..."

"Now, what I'm going to ask is pretty personal, so tell me if you want to awnser or not, ok?"

"Ok..."

"Your doctor told me that you were raped, do you know who did it? Was it a patient of yours, another resident of the Asylum, or just a co-worker? Its ok if you don't remember."

"I-"

You stopped yourself, remembering an image of Toby kissing you as he trapped you in his arms. You could feel the rough touches, the bites, the hickeys, the pain you felt, physically and emotionally. You could hear his moans and mocks, despite the whole experience being a blur.

"Tobias... Rogers... He used me and threw me away like a piece of trash... H-He left me to die," You choked out, tears falling from your cheeks as you hugged you knees.

The officer watched in silence as you cried, gently rubbing your back as you cried and shaked.

"I'm grateful for your help, Miss/Mr. L/N. Once you're discharge you'll be going into witness protection. We'll give you a new name and relocate you. It's far too dangerous for you to stay here, especially with those monsters running around."

"O-Ok..."

Lieutenant Frank took a bow before walking out, leaving you alone in your room. You watched as the sun began to set and the halls get quieter. Nursds came in to check your vitals and if any of your injured got worse.

Before you went to sleep though, you looked out your window and saw something that made you freeze. The same tall creature you saw a week or so ago was standing in the garden looking directly at you. You felt your mind get fuzzy and all you heard was static. You felt blood drip from your nose the longer you looked. You couldn't take your eyes off it, you were stuck in a trance.

"What is that..." You whispered, before covering your ears as the static became unbearable.

You felt blood drip from your nose and ears, the pain was nothing that you've felt before. Suddenly, the monster disapeared and so did the static. Being too exhausted to stay awake, your eyes closed and you body went limp.

When you woke up the next morning, you saw flowers and a note on your bed side. Was it from Fern? Miss. Gullermary? You weren't sure so you picked up the note and set the flowers on your lap.

"Dear Y/N,

See you soon, Tight Bitch.

-MHT."

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After you were discharged from the hospital, you were moved to the city. The police department had paid the rent for your apartment for a year, so you could get a job and start making money to put towards other things.

One day you got out of work pretty late and now had to walk down the city streets at night. When you walked past an alleyway, you heard a woman screaming. When you turned to look, you saw man shoot a naked woman in the head, her brains spilling.

You froze before backing away, the action triggering you to remember a long forgotten memory.

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You had tried to escape again, it was a common a occurrence and they were starting to have less fun with chasing you and started to get more annoyed. So, Hoodie came up with the idea to force you help Masky sort the files of all of Proxies victims. Didn't sound so bad, right? Wrong! The moment you opened the first file you threw up. It was pictures of a dismembered man with his stomach ripped open and his tongue was ripped out.

"Stop crying, it's not even that bad," Masky said as you sat on the couch of his office, tears rolling down your face and your hands shook as photographs were scattered all over the room. Seeing you in fear made Masky smirk.

Before hand, their punishments for your behavior in the beginning weren't that bad. It ranged from not eating for a few weeks to having to sleep in the middle of the woods with Smile Dog watching your every move. But now that they've had you for a while now, their mental states worse and as they fell deeper into the hands of insanity, they became a lot worse.

Toby began to force you to torture people, and if you hesitated or tried to convince him to not make you do it, he would slap you and pull at you hair, spitting in your face and yelling at you to fucking do it if you didn't want to be chained to the basement and be fucked like a whore til the day you stopped moving. It was empty threats that worked. Everytime he told you that you succumbed to his will. The amount of blood you had on your hands made you feel sick of yourself. You were just as bad as them. You let them fuck you, you allowed them to force you to kill people for their own sick amusement, and you've lost all your dignity just to be their pet. You hated it, you hated them.

Hoodie's punishments were the worse. Toby punished you often because of his delusions, his short temper, his declining state of mind and his hallucinations causing him to believe you did something you didn't do. Masky punished for anything. He punished you for fun, you making him mad or you just minding you business, he'll find anyway to hurt you.

Hoodie doesn't get that mad that often because he has better control over his emotions than Toby and Masky, but not by that much. When you pissed Hoodie off, he'd make sure you went through hell. He forces you to murder people and he'd record the entire thing, saying you're just like them and how excited he was to show this to your family and friends if you pulled your bullshit again.

He's recorded Masky or himself raping you on multiple accessions and forces you to rewatch it. He'll force your eyes open just so see every part of the video, even if you break down he'll turn the volume up and say how much of a whore you are. He loves seeing you suffer, he'll only stop if you beg for him to turn it off. This begging consisted of sucking him off for as long as he wanted without stopping.

He's gotten so mad once he shot you in the leg, twice. You lost a lot of blood and he didn't care one bit as EJ treated your wounds.

He's forced you to fuck a man dying from the wounds he caused, and he also recorded it. He knows how much you hated it, how much you cried and begged him to let you stop. The sadness in your eyes made him want to hurt you even more.

The thing is, normally Hoodie wasn't this sadistic, but when he was mad it was way different.

He still has the recording to this day, and he can't wait to show you all the memories you shared.

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Since you were having an episode, you fail to realize the fact you were walking into the road, that was until a figure grabbed your wrist and pulled you out of the street as a car drove by.

When you looked at the figure, you saw a man that looked strangly familiar.

"Pay attention to the road, are you trying to get killed?" The man asked.

"Sorry! I just wasn't paying attention..."

"I can see that. Be careful, you never know what's hiding in the streets," The man said, before walking off. As you continued to walk, the smell of cigarettes started to make you gag. You saw at the end of the sidewalk there was man smoking a cigarette while sitting on the floor. You would normally ignore stuff like that, but he was right Infront of your apartment complex.

So, as you got closer you got to see more of the man. He had short brown head, sideburns, bags under his eyes and he seemed to look like he was in his 30's. As you looked at him more you noticed he seemed to have been crying. Dried tear streaks and bloodshot eyes. As he smoked his leg bounced up and down before he ran his hand through his hair and buried his head in his legs.

As you walked past him, you look down and noticed a mask that made you feeeze. It was Tim's mask.

You stopped walking and stared at the mask. Your mind telling you to run, to get away, but your body didn't follow. The man looked up at you annoyed the longer you stared.

"What the fuck are you looking-"

Suddenly, Tim froze. His face twitching into a sinister grin before he stood up.

"Well, that was way easier than I thought..."

Your flight or flight response suddenly came into affect and you punched Tim in the face.

"Ow! What the fuck?"

Wait. That wasn't Tim's voice. Or anybody's voice you knew. Looking up, you saw random blonde man with a cigarette in the floor next to him.

"Are you crazy?!"

"I-I... I'm so sorry!"

The man rubbed his jaw before muttering "Crazy bitch."

What was happening to you. You had hallucinations before but never like this. When you got into your apartment, you emotional support dog, Fuzzy, was sitting in his bed. Your therapist had told you to consider getting one for extra emotional support and you glad you did.

"Hey Fuzzy, how are you?" You asked ask you sat Infront of them.

Fuzzy got up and started to run circles around you while whimpering and barking.

"Aww, it's ok boy," you said as you picked him up.

You walked into your room with Fuzzy in your hands before setting him down on your bed and changing into pajamas. While you brushing your teeth, you looked out your bathroom window and saw somebody walking down the street as they dragged a body in their hand. You spat out the toothpaste and closed your curtains, not wanting to see anymore. Sometimes you regretted living in the city, especially with how dangerous your area was, but it provided a good job and free health care for you, so you weren't complaining too much.

As you sat down on your bed, Fuzzy laid in your lap as your turned on your TV to watch a show you were watching. Half-way through you started to get hungry, so you picked up Fuzzy and the two of you walked to the kitchen. When you opened the fridge, you didn't see anything besides juice and some vegetables.

"I need to go grocery shopping soon. Do we at least have popcorn?" You asked Fuzzy, who barked in response.

As you opened the the cabinets, you felt something, no, someone, behind you. You tried to ignore it but it becomes to much to just ignore. When you turned around you saw nothing. You kept all the lights in your house on at all times. You were terrified of the dark. You were terrified of the idea of somebody hiding in it and you not even knowing.

As you waited for the microwave to make your popcorn, you scrolled on your phone as Fuzzy laid in your lap. As you scrolled on your phone you saw that on your calendar you had as therapy session with your therapist tomorrow.

You made a mental note to tell her about the hallucinations you've been having and you hoped that she would be able to help you.

"How about we go on a walk tomorrow, Fuzzy." You said as you grabbed your popcorn.

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Toby sat in his room as he stared at the floor, his goggles and mask laying next to him along side his hoodie. His hands were bandaged after they got injured after he left the Asylum.

"Y/N..."

Toby looked at a picture he had of you from years ago. It was you tied up, hair messy, clothes torn and your head was bleeding from Toby slamming your head against the floor in a blind rage.

"I'll find you... When I do *KOO KOO*we'll be together again... I want your blood to splatter, I want to fuck you while you're *BIRDIE* screaming for me to never stop... Heh... I'll hurt you so fucking bad for leaving me alone..." Toby said as his face was flushed with a rosey red, him licking his hand as his other hand with the one with your picture slowly descended to his sweatpants.

"F-Fuck~... Just like that..."

After an hour passed, Toby fell back onto his bed with his eyes and legs twitching, his arm covering his eyes as he took his hand out of his pants. Your photo was ripped and was covered his fluid, along with his hand.

"I miss you..." Toby said pathetically before sitting up and grabbing his hatchets and his mask, going out to let off some more steam.

"Where are you going?" Brian asked as he looked on his camera roll.

"Out," Toby said, before slamming the door shut, causing Brian to just shrug.

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"Good Evening, Y/N. How are you doing?" Your therapist asked as you sat down in a chair.

"I'm doing ok."

"Hmm, ok. First things first, how are the pills I gave you treating you. Are you getting better, worse or has nothing changed?"

"I think worse."

"How so?"

"Well... I've been having hallucinations recently. I thought I saw... someone... when I was walking home. It felt so real... His voice, the cigarettes, his face, everything. I got scared and punched him but, it wasn't him... It was some random guy."

"Alright. I'll heighten your dose and change your meds. When you said someone, would you mind telling me who?"

You looked to the side as your leg bounced, debating whether to talk or not.

"One of the guys I was with... he... I don't wanna talk about it."

"No no, it's alright. A good way of opening up about this might be just talking to yourself about or writing it down. Try talking to your close friends about it or someone you trust. Work at your own speed, ok?"

"Ok..."

"Alright. Is there anything else I can help you with?"

"Uhh... yeah actually. Do you know anything about the patients who escaped Gullermary Asylum. I've just been, really paranoid lately. I'm scared they're gonna come back for me. To kill me..."

"No, I haven't. Last time heard, the police are looking for them still."

"Ok..."

"Alright. I'll see you in... hmmm, two week. Here's your prescription and make sure to go to the pharmacy to get them, alright?"

"Yeah, see you later Miss. Berry."

As you walked to the pharmacy that wasn't too far from the clinic, you felt eyes on you. When you looked around, you saw nothing. Once you got into the pharmacy, you walked to medical section and gave them what prescription you needed.

"Can I have what's on this paper, please?"

"No," The pharmacist said.

"What? Are you guys out of stock?"

"No."

"Then can I have it?"

"No."

"Please."

"No."

"Why?"

"Because you don't need it."

"Yes I do."

"No you don't."

"YES I DO! STOP TELLING ME WHAT I DO AND DON'T NEED!" You yelled, slamming you fist at the counter.

"Are you OK, Ma'am/Sir?"

Looking to the right, you saw a pharmacists standing the to the other cubicle, when you looked in front of you, the pharmacist you were talking to wasn't there.

'What...but she-"

"What happened?"

"I was just talking to a pharmacist."

"Nobody was there, Ma'am/Sir. Let me get you're medication," The pharmacist said, taking the paper.

As the lady went to go get your medicine, you stood there trying to comprehend what just happened. Before you started working at Gullermary Asylum, you don't remember getting hallucinations, but now it feels like a common thing.

"Here you go, have a good day," The pharmacist said as they handed you a bag.

You just nodded your head before rushing out of the pharmacy. As you walked down the street, you tried to appreciate the look of the city. You saw food benders, musicians, people walking around, traffic, and a lot of trash. It made you feel a sense of normalcy, something you haven't for a long time. Now, all you wanted to do was sit in bed with Fuzzy and watch whatever was on Netflix or YouTube.

Once you got to your apartment complex, you opened the door, and there you saw Fuzzy wagging his tail from side to he barked at you.

"Hey Fuzzy," You said as you crouched down to put him.

As Fuzzy licked your face, you laughed before picking him up and closing the door behind you, making sure to lock it.

"What do you wanna do now, Fuzzy?" You asked as set the bag on the table and sat down the couch, setting Fuzzy on your lap.

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"Toby!" Hoodie yelled from downstairs, earning a groan for Toby as he stopped sharpening his hatchets.

He had just gotten back from killing a few campers, and all he wanted to do was clean himself up and go to sleep. He was still covered in blood, afterall.

"What?" Toby asked as he walked downstairs

"The bosses gave us a job."

Hoodie was laying on the couch as Masky smoked a cigarette near the door.

"What i-ss it?"

"They want us to kidnap some girl a city 2 or 3 hours away from here and hold her as ransome. Apparently, she's important to some guy who owes the boss some shit, and hasn't given it yet."

"So w-when we leaving?"

"Maybe in two days, me and Tim got to stock up on some shit tomorrow."

"Alright," Toby said before heading back up stairs.

"Oh yeah... Toby, has been gotten any luck."

Toby paused before checking his phone. No text from Ben since the escape from Gullermary Asylum.

"No."

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You woke up groaning on your couch, Fuzzy cuddled up next to you. When you checked the time, you that it was 9 AM, you had an hour to get ready for work.

"Oh shit!" You yelled as you jumped off the couch and ran to the bathroom, causing Fuzzy to jump off the couch and look at you confused.

After you took a quick shower, did you hair and changed into your batista uniform, you ran out of the door, not forgetting to put water and food into Fuzzy's bowls.

"Shit shit shit," you muttered as you ran down the city streets, constantly checking your watch.

You wished that you had more money to get another car. The car you had when you were still a psychiatrist was stolen, and you've been mostly focusing on bills.

As you opened the door to the Cafe you worked at, you clocked in and took a sigh of relief when you saw you just barely made it on time.

"Hey Y/N," Your co-worker Victoria as she made a latte next t o you.

"Hey Vic," You responded, catching your breath.

"How was the therapy sesh?"

"It was, alright. I got prescribed new meds tho."

"Why?" Victoria asked, handing the latte to the waiting customer.

"I started to get really bad hallucinations...I even punched a guy who looked like one of my old patients, and talked to an imaginary pharmacist," You said before reading a note that hung on a wire, reading an order of a Columbian Coffee with creamer.

"Damn, that gotta suck."

"Yeah..."

"When's your next sesh?" Victoria asked before going to take a customer's order.

"I got seshes twice a week, so on Wednesday."

"Alright."

After a few hours of the two of you working, you both decided to go on break. Since you forgot to pack food, and Victoria didn't want to eat the food at the Cafe, you both decided to get food at McDonald's.

"So, you trying to hang out at my place tonight?" Victoria asked as she ate her chicken nuggets.

"I don't know. I don't like leaving Fuzzy alone at night... I don't know if they will hurt him..."

"Oh, alright. Well, it was worth a shot. You should go out more, you know, make more friends."

"Nah, I'm good."

"Why?"

"I don't know what psychopaths are out there. You're lucky I even talked to you."

"Ouch."

"You know I didn't mean it like that."

"When does your shift end anyway?"

"At 6, so I got 2 hours left and then I'm out."

"Lucky, mine ends at 11, boss made me take overtime."

"Sucks to suck."

"Shut up."

"You shut up."

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When you got home, Fuzzy was sleeping in front of the door, waiting for you. You picked him up and walked to your room, sitting on the couch.

"I don't know what I'll do without you, Fuzzy," You said as you hugged him tight.

As you slowly fell asleep, a dream crept upon you, or should I say nightmare.

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The dream started with you in a room oddly familiar. Hatchets hanging on the wall, blood stains on the floor, and a figure standing at the door.

It was a black figure, but you could see the outlines of a t-shirt, sweatpants and messy medium length hair.

As you looked down, you realized you were on a bed wearing lingerie, but you couldn't ignore the bandages on you wrist, stomach and thighs, and the fact your hands were cuffed.

"You're fine, you're fine, you're fine... Calm down [REDACTED] , you're fine," The figure said as it walked to a desk, sitting down and bringing it's hands to it's head.

"Y-Your fine...your...fine...fine...fine fine fine fine fine!"

The figures voice began to shake as it broke into manic laughter, but you could sense that it was crying.

You accidentally moved your body, causing the figure to rapidly turn around.

"You..."

You stared with fear as the figure twitched.

"You're making fun of me, right?! RIGHT!? The crazy, retarded, [REDACTED]...I'm a freak aren't I?! Even you see as that, don't you..."

The figure slowly stood up and walked towards you, causing you to crawl backwards.

"I'm to blame for what happened to Lyra, right dad? You're retarded son couldn't save your sweet, perfect daughter, right? Right?!"

Before you knew it, you were pinned to the bed as hands gripped at your throat, cutting you air supply.

"Heh...haha. HAHAAHAHHHHAHAHA, DIE YOU SON OF A BITCH! DIE DIE DIE DIE!"

"Stop...please..."

Your pleases went through deaf ears. Suddenly, a hatch magically appeared in the figures hand as it raised above it's head."

"Stop. STOP!"

The hatchet rushes down.

"TOBY STOP!"

The hatchet stopped right above your head, causing the figure to freeze.

"Stop, please Toby... Stop..."

"Toby..." The figure whispered.

Suddenly, the figure turned into a terrific Toby as his eyes shook.

"No... No no no, shit!" Toby said in a panic as he got off you.

Toby suddenly hugged you as he rambled an apology. You only shook under his grip, anxiety and paranoia filling you up.

"I almost k-killed you... if you didn't yell I would've... I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry!"

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You jumped up in a sense of confusion and fear. The nightmare caused you to be in a cold sweat, and all you wanted to do was hide.

When you looked at your clock, you saw that it was 6 AM, and you had 3 hours before your shift.

You took you meds and slowly walked to the kitchen to make breakfast, Fuzzy following after.

As you slowly made you scrambled eggs, you felt the felling of hands wrap around you neck, a hand cover your mouth and an arm wrap around your waist. You tried to ignore the goosebumps and uncomfortable feeling before it all became over whelming. You slowly slide onto the floor and broke down. Fuzzy walked over to you and forced his way between your arms. Your hands gripped the counter as you cried, you felt your chest compress and it became harder and harder to breathe as you did. Fuzzy licked your tears in an attempt of comfort, and it was slowly working.

"Why...Why me?! Was I easy!? Was I fucking stupid?! Why, why me?!"

Fuzzy's whimpers brought you back to reality. You hugged him and you silently cried. You don't know how much time passed, but you cries stopped when you heard your phone ring.

"H-Hello?"

"WHERE ARE YOU?! ITS 11," Victorn yelled on the phone.

"I-I don't think I can go today..."

"What? Why? You ok?"

You suddenly broke down again.

"No..." You said between cries.

"Shit... I'll come over to your place in a bit, alright? Just, stay there," Victoria said before hanging up.

After what felt like forever, your front door opened. You flinched before you remembered you gave Victoria keys to your apartment.

"What happened? Talk to me," Victoria said, sitting down in front of you.

"Was I easy...Is that why they took me... It's all my fault isn't it?"

"Don't start with that bullshit. It wasn't your fault, you're stupid if you think that, and I know you ain't. Those motherfuckers are sick in the head, that's why they took you, it wasn't your fault, and it never was."

"But out everyone out there, why me?"

"I don't know. Sometimes people do bad things because they felt like it. Maybe they saw you and went 'hey, let's take her.' It could've been purely out of impulse. But at the end of the day, your not to blame, so don't ever think you were."

"But...ok."

"Great! I'll tell boss your sick, really sick. Enjoy your day off. Go out, walk in the park, staying in here won't do you any justice. Maybe take Fuzzy with you."

"Ok..."

"See you later."

"Later."

After an hour passed, you decided to take Victoria's advice and go to the park. You took a shower, did your hair, gave Fuzzy his food and water before putting him on his leash, and headed out.

As you walked Fuzzy to the park, you tried to appreciate and admire the trees and flowers you walked past. You decided to go to one of the more popular parts in the city, you remember Victoria telling you that a jazz band would play here from time to time, and you hoped today was one of those days.

When you got to the park, you heard jazz, the singer singing a song by Ray Charles, kids playing Frisbee, mothers gossiping, an old couple having a picnic, and dogs chasing one another. It felt like something straight out of a movie.

Suddenly, Fuzzy started to pull at his leash, trying to chase the other dogs.

"Alrighr, just make sure to come back to me," You said, before unhooking the leash.

Fuzzy ran as fast as he could and gave chase. You decided to take a walk in the park, enjoying the jazz band before throwing them some change in a guitar case that was full of cash, and then made your way to the beautiful fountain in the middle of it all. You sat on one of the benches in front of the fountain and admired it's beauty. You took some deep breaths before closing your eyes, it felt really peaceful.

"Mind if I sit here?"

You slowly opened your eyes and saw a man standing next to you. You blushed because you found him rather cute, but couldn't ignore the blackness of his eyes. Maybe he just had really hard-core makeup.

"Uh, sure."

The man sat down and pulled down his hood, revealing his short, wavy brown hair.

"What brings you here? I come here often, but I've never seen you before."

"Oh, just to clear my head."

"Understandable."

The two of you sat in a comfortable silence.

"What's your name?" You asked.

"Jack, but my friends call me EJ."

"I'm Y/N, nice to meet you Jack."

You turned you gaze to watch the ducks that found their way from a pond nearby waddle towards you. However, you failed to noticed the man take a picture of you and send it to someone before following after you.

"I haven't seen ducks in forever! Back where I used to live, ducks would be everywhere. I didn't expect them to be in the city."

"The city is full of surprises afterall."

You two watched as the ducks waddlee around, but you flinched when you heard a loud splash from the fountain. You felt as Jack, or EJ, grabbed you out reflex. The two of you stared at eachother, but at the angle you were at now, you realized that this man didn't have eyes at all, just empty sockets. You felt goosebumps form on your arms and legs, now that you look at him, you swore you've met him before.

"Sorry, reflex," Jack said, letting go.

"No, it's alright. I, uh, I gotta go."

"Alright, see you around Y/N."

You walked with pace, taking Fuzzy from his little dog chase and placed him on his leash before walking home.

When you got home, you gave Fuzzy a refill on his food before starting dinner.

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"This the chick?" Ben texted.

"Yeah."

"Well lucky them, they're heading over to the city ur in in like. 2 day? Makes my job easier."

"K."

"Love you😘"

EJ read.

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After you ate dinner, you decided to go to sleep earlier today. Maybe it was the stress, but you were more tired than usual. The moment your head hit the pillow you were fast asleep. Fuzzy used his mouth to cover you with a blanket, before curling up next to you. Just like the night before, another dream crept upon you.

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"Got dammit! Where is she?" You yelled, crossing your arms as you stood outside of a popular club.

You were wearing a normal club outfit, and when you looked down at you phone, you the message you sent to your friend.

"Where are you? I'm trying to go home." You sent, only minutes prior.

You knew it was a bad idea to go to the club with Isaiah and Fern, they probably partying the night away, already forgetting about you.

"They were my ride too... I don't got enough money for an Uber either."

You let out a groan before sitting on the floor, hoping that Fern would see your text soon.

"Well, what's the matter with you?"

You looked up and saw a man sitting on a motorcycle next to you. He had short brown hair, a leather jacket, and a smug grin on his face. You couldn't ignore how handsome he was.

"What do you want?"

"I heard you complaining about a ride, you need one?"

"As if."

"Ouch," The man said, put his hand on his chest in fake pain.

"Why should I trust you?"

"It's either I take you home, or some group of gangsters take you away, your pick."

Thinking about it, you were in the nasty part of town, gang activity was high.

"You sure you're not some serial killer?"

"Nah. Now you coming on or what?"

"I'm coming, I'm coming."

You lazily stood up and sat behind the man on his motorcycle.

"I'd hold on if I were you."

Before you knew it, the two of you were on the road.

"Where you live anyway?"

"16th on Flowerbloom. I live in the complex."

"Ight."

"What's your name anyway, motorcycle guy?"

"[REDACTED]."

"I'm Y/N."

"Didn't ask. Nah, I'm just playing."

You let out a chuckle as you pulled up to your apartment complex.

"Thanks, I appreciate it."

"Now problem. But hey, you're pretty cute, mind if I get your number. Just on case you need anymore rides."

You thought about it. He was looking at you wutha flirtous look and you couldn't ignore the heat that formed on your face.

"Uh... sure. Here."

After the two of you exchanged numbers, your dream glitches. Next thing you knew, you were in a cafe, with [REDACTED] sitting next to you.

"This was a really nice date, I'm surprised you aren't dating anyone," You said as [REDACTED] took a sip of his coffee.

"Well, maybe I was waiting for a little girl/boy like you to catch my attention."

"Heh, you're an idiot."

"I could be your idiot~"

You turned away as you face heated up. [REDACTED] smirked at you before gently moving your head to look at him. Next thing you knee, he kissed you. You were so surprised and flustered, you allowed [REDACTED] to slip his tongue inside of your mouth, slipping in a tiny tablet before pulling away. You subconsciously swalled the tablet, being too lovestricken to notice.

"You wanna head over to my place?"

"S-Sure," You said, still in shock.

[REDACTED] took you hand as the two of you walked outside of the Cafe, but with every step you took, you felt your self get weaker and weaker. But the time the two of you were a few feet from the Cafe, you passed out.

When you woke up, you were in the back of some van. Your arms and legs were tied, you mouth was taped shut, and you were left only in your underwear.

You rapidly looked around and saw a black figure driving the care, it looked similar to the figure from last night.

You began to let out muffled screams, causing the van to park somewhere and stop. The figure then began to walk up, you could are the outline of a camera in its hand.

"Aw, my little girl/boy is awake. You scared?"

The tone of the figure was laced with pity and mockery. The figure untied the ropes on your legs before standing between them, making you unable to close them.

"We're going to have a little photos hoot, alright? Can you be a good girl/boy and do that for me, or are you going to be a bitch..."

After you heard the words 'Good Girl/Boy,' and 'Bitch,' the figure filled in to be a Hoodied figure with a frowning face, and a bright yellow hoodie. You began shaking your head, kicking your legs and letting out muffled screams.

"So you're gonna be a bitch... Well, I don't mind, it's been a while since I've had some fun.

The hoodied man sat between your legs and leaned in close to your face, gripping your thighs so hard that it drawed blood. He then ripped the tape off your lips.

"One, or two?"

"W-What?"

"You heard me."

"Uh... 2?"

The hoodied figure set the camera to red, implying it was filming, before setting it next to the two of you, it was at a perfect shot so it could capture both of your bodies. The hoodied figure then flipped you over onto you stomach and pulled at your hair.

"You're gonna wish you were dead once I'm done, and then you're gonna watch, ok?"

You knew what was going to happen. You heard the sound of a zipper unzipping and the sound of your underwear ripping..

You screamed as you felt his dick push into you, you could feel the blood drip.

"STOP! STOP! IT HURTS, IT HURTS!"

You don't know how much time passed, but you gave up on fighting back after you felt him cum for the 5th time.

"I'll stop if you say Hoodie don't stop," The hoodied figure whispered into your ear, before bitting your neck.

"Hoodie, don't....stop..."

"Louder."

"Hoodie, don't stop!"

"Louder."

"HOODIE DON'T STOP!"

Hoodie pulled at your hair and shoved his fingers down your throat, chuckling as tears rolled down your eyes.

"Idiot."

After what felt like an hour, you felt him pull out of you. You were tied, so tired. You just wanted to curl up and hide.

"What? You told me not to stop, so I didn't. I would've stopped if you didn't say anything you know. "

You felt your world shatter. It was your fault.

Hoodie grabbed his camera and stopped the recording. You then began to heard click, after click, after click.

"Ass up."

You were so tired, and your body hurt so bad. You didn't want to move.

"You wanna go another round?'

You lazily shake your head.

"Then ass. Up."

You raised your ass as you heard more clicks. Eventually your legs out out and you collapsed, the ropes on your arms digging into your skin. Hoodie then flipped you onto your back and untied the ropes. Your arms laid limply next to you as Hoodie forced your legs open. A took a few more pictures and before taking a picture of your face.

"You were such a good gril/boy for me," Hoodie said, pulling you into his chest.

He rubbed your back and lifted his mask to kiss you gently. Through your lidded eyes, you realized it was [REDACTED]. You felt your heart sink.

"If you continue to be a good girl/boy for me, I won't post this everywhere on internet and send this to your friends and family, ok?"

"O...k..."

"You're such a cutie... I can't wait to fuck you up..."

You just blinked, slowly falling asleep. Suddenly, a slap hit your face.

"You thought we were done? We're going to watch your little video, and if the slightest thing isn't right, we're doing it all. Over. Again."

You glanced up at his face. You saw a massive, sadistic grin with sadism and joy in his eyes.

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You woke up feeling numb. No sadness, no fear, just numb.

The dream was so graphic, so real. You didn't even bother getting out of bed, you just closed your eyes and went back to sleep.

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Hoodie looked through his camera roll. He had gotten bored and wanted to reminisce while Masky was looking for the shit needed in the store.

Suddenly he paused when he saw the longest video on his camera roll. It was from the first day he took you. The footage length was 3 hours, 45 minutes, and 27 seconds.

"I almost passed out after that fuck," Hoodie whispered to himself with boredom.

One thing he remembered from that day wasn't your cries or screams, but it was how much he didn't want it to stop. Out of all the times he fucked yiu, that was definitely his favorite.

"What a shame we left them to die... They were my favorite."

"Buzzzz. Buzzz. Buzz."

"Hello?" Hoodie said as he answered his phone.

"We found her!" Ben yelled through the phone.

"Really?"

"Yeah! And they're in the city you guys got a job in! I mean, if you don't want them, I'll take them."

"Hah. No."

"Awwwww man... Anyways! Good luck!"

"What was that about?" Masky asked as he enter the passenger's seat.

"Ben found them. You wanna leave today?"

"Fuck yeah!"

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When you woke up, Fuzzy was whimpering at you. When you checked your phone, you realized you slept through the entire day. Yiu had your therapist appointment in an hour, so you might as well get ready.

After showering and feeling Fuzzy a lot of food and water since he didn't eat for an entire day, you started your walk to your therapy center. But, when you got there, police were everywhere.

"No... not today, please not today!"

You tapped one of the police officers to ask him what happened.

"Step away, Ma'am/Sir. We are in the middle of a crime scene investigation."

"What happened?! I have a session today."

"Well, a few of the staff were murdered, and one therapist is missing."

"What..."

You stood there as you felt your world slow down.

"Which one?! Is it Abigail Berry?! Please, please tell me!"

The officers silence was all you needed. You began to hyperventilate before running away. You then called Victoria.

"He-"

"Victoria. Go to my place and take Fuzzy. Take care of him from now on for me."

"What? What's happening?"

"They found me."

Before Victoria could say another word, you hung up.

You just ran after that. You ran without stopping. You trusted Victoria to take care of Fuzzy, he was the whole reason you were still alive, and you wanted to make sure that he would still be safe, even after you were gone.

You eventually fell to the ground and took some deep breaths on the floor. You were on the side of a highway, and surrounding it was the forest.

After you stood up, and limply walked. You were so fatigued.

Suddenly, hand covered your mouth with a cloth. You began to kick and throw your arms around as the person strengthened their grip.

"Shhhh."

Masky. Without a shadow of a doubt.

"HEY! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!"

That was the last thing you heard before your world faded to black.

Masky picked you up and ran to the van, getting into the passenger's seat before throwing you in the back with Toby and Abagail Berry, your therapist.

"What's happening?" A lady in a car asked the man who yelled.

"Call the cops! The people in that van just kidnapped a girl!"

"Drive," Masky said, Hoodie speeding off on response.

"Woo-hoo! Two hits in one day. Way to be undetected Tim," Toby said as he held your body.

"Shut up. If the cops chase us, you know what to do."

Abigail as muffiling words as she stared at your unconscious body.

"Shut up, bitch. You only here *CHOO CHOO* for Ransome, once we get it your ass *TITTIES* is dead, and our little doll here is gonna kill *CLICK* ya, as punishment for leaving *LEAVING *us in the first place."

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"BREAKING NEWS! On 16 WH highway, the police are giving chase! London, please switch the the helicopter view.

Victoria watched the news report as Fuzzy whimpered.

"According to eye witnesses, a white van is suspected of holding 29 year old, Y/N L/N, and 35 year old, Abigail Berry. Earlier today, Abigail was announced missing after a massacre took place at Trauma Healing Center. And Y/N was seen knocked and dragged into the white van not too long after on the 16 WH highway. The police are telling everyone to stay off the roads for their own safety! This Andrew Will at 68 news, signign out."

Victoria turned the TV off and hugged Fuzzy as Fuzzy howled.

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"There's a lot of them *FUCK YOU*," Toby said as he looked out the windows. "Should we stop and take them all together?"

"Nah. You wanna make up for fucking up earlier, which caused us to get sent to the Asylum and for Y/N to go missing in the first place?! Then you take care of it," Masky said. "You're fast enough to catch to the care. Be quick."

Toby let out a groan before opening the back doors of the van, hatchets in hand.

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"Andrew Will back on 68 news! It seems as if the situation has escalated! London, go to the live feed!"

"It seems as if one of the perpetrators has jumped out of the van! We have identified him as Tobias Erin Rogers, one of Americas most wanted! And he's welding...hatchets."

The news reporter went silent as screams, guns and laughter echoed in the background.

"...London...get off the live feed..."

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