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Ain’t He Darling? (Chapter 3)

Yandere! Wally Darling x Reader

TW: brief gaslighting in this chapter

A/N: And now, back by unpopular demand, me! It took me a bit longer than usual to brain out this chapter, mainly because I’ve been replaying Breath of the Wild to prepare for Tears of the Kingdom. Fun fact, for one innocuous paragraph in this chapter, I had to google very basic knowledge just to get by. Extra credit if you can guess which one it was. /j And now, without further ado, I present: chapter 3.

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The first thought in my mind when I wake up in a heap on the floor of my foyer is something along the lines of “My bones feel like rusty springs.” Who would have thought falling asleep against a door after a long, stressful day would cause every bone in your body to creak in protest with every bend and stretch? Not even a minute of consciousness and it’s apparent that leaving the house is gonna be a pain in more ways than one today.

The second thought is “Whoever just knocked on my door is dead to me.” Which, I will admit, is a bit harsh, but the headache that rears up from the sound compounded by the burn of every joint in my body would make anyone just a tad grouchy.

Against my body’s wishes, I force myself up off the ground, the sound of joints popping ringing in my ears. Some of the pain subsides with the release of pressure, but it’s clear that a good long soak in a hot bath will be necessary later. I allow myself a good, long stretch to wring out any remaining bubbles before relaxing with a heaving breath and opening the door.

The large stranger is smiling with an air of patience, as if he already knew of my predicament. He’s dressed rather simply: a button up shirt, a multicolored tie, and plain slacks. The emblem on his hat and bag signifies that he’s the mailman, which in hindsight should have been obvious considering the two letters clutched in his hands.

“Well, hey there, neighbor!” His voice holds the heavy twang of a southern accent that’s imbedded itself deep into his soul. “Don’t reckon we’ve met yet, have we?” His empty hand extends itself towards me as he proclaims, “Name’s Eddie.”

You’d think I’d be more accustomed to the sheer friendliness of the people around here, and yet I still have to take a moment to register the greeting and introduce myself. After a firm handshake, he offers me the mail in his other hand. “Got a couple letters for ya. You sure made friends fast!”

I let out a chuckle as I take the envelopes. “Guess I did, huh?” I respond as I take a quick glance at the two letters. One is a bright shade of pink, the other a cool blue. I look back up at the friendly man. “I’m kind of embarrassed to admit I didn’t know there was a post office here,” I say sheepishly.

To my relief, Eddie laughs. “Guess we are a pretty small neighborhood, but every town needs a mailman.” He pats his mailbag for emphasis, and I hear the light crinkling of paper rustling around inside. “Letters ain’t gonna deliver themselves, you know.” He spares a glance at his watch to check the time. “Speaking of, I still got a few more stops on the route, so I’d best be leaving.”

“Oh, alright!” I say with a smile. “Wouldn’t want to keep you. Have a nice day!”

“I will, you have a nice day, too, neighbor!” With a grin and a wave, Eddie sets off while whistling a tune. I watch him walk away for a moment before ducking back into my house and shutting the door. I debate reading the letters right there in the foyer, but my decision to skip dinner the night prior seems to have upset my weary body, which lets out a growl of hunger. The sudden realization of just how starving I was propelled me into my kitchen, where I haphazardly tossed the letters onto the table. Breakfast first, then social life.

As I start to prepare a simple meal, I happen to catch of whiff of myself.

…a bath. Breakfast, a bath, then social life.

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It’s a little past midday when I finally wander back into my dining room, the worst of the muscle pain having dissolved in hot, soapy water. The feeling left me sleepy, and I only came back to grab a quick snack from the fridge before taking a nap. However, the garish colors of the envelopes lying askew on the table are a reminder that I forgot to get around to reading them.

With a vague feeling of guilt for having functionally ignored my neighbors, I grab the envelope on top first, which happens to be the pink one. A scan of the address reveals the sender to be none other than Julie. I huff out a laugh. I should’ve guessed. After a trip to the junk drawer to locate my letter opener, I unfold the paper (Why does it smell like flowers? Does she put perfume on her parchment?) and lean against the table as I read.

Dear Neighbor,

Hope you’ve been feeling better! You seemed a little anxious at the picnic and I’ve been rather worried. I talked to Frank and he said you just weren’t adjusted to the neighborhood yet. So, I had an idea! I’d like you to come over to my house today to play with me and Frank! We still have plenty of treats leftover and a ton of games we didn’t get to play. I think we’ll all be the best of friends!

Lots of Love,

Julie Joyful <3

The whole paper is covered in doodles of hearts and smiley faces and it brings a smile to my face. I smooth the letter out as best I can. When the wrinkles are all gone, I grab a few magnets and hang it up on my fridge. My first letter! I really do make friends fast. As I beam at the page, picking up the other letter, a sense of calm washes over me. A fun day with two of my lovely neighbors. Just what I need to take my mind off-

I don’t move for a second. My eyes stay glued down to the deep blue envelope held in my hands. I know it’s a bit silly to be so scared of a simple name neatly printed on a piece of paper, but that acknowledgment does little to comfort me. All I can do is stare at the letter.

The letter from Wally.

I breathe in. I breathe out. In. Out. In. Out. I let my hand drift back down, setting the envelope and whatever it might hold within back onto the table. It almost feels dangerous to let my eyes linger on it. I walk away, leaving the kitchen without the snacks I once intended to grab.

I’m not hungry anymore.

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Julie’s house is every bit as bright and cheery as the woman who lives there. The colors border on overwhelming, both the exterior and interior being so vibrant you could make out all the furniture in the dead of night. The smell of grass, flowers, and a hint of sugar waft through the air. It’s the kind of place you can enter and know deep down you’re gonna be safe. But the single most stunning feature of her home has to be the flower garden.

I enter under a beautiful picket fence arch which has long been overtaken by interwoven pink roses. Those same roses line the garden, weaving around each other and the white stakes in the ground. Bushes of multicolored hydrangeas line the back of the house, and stepping stones made of pebbles and small glass stones forge paths through the flowerbeds. In the middle of it all is a clearing in which a yellow blanket lies covered with tea cakes and sandwiches.

I’m so wrapped up in the scenery that I bump into Frank as he carries a small tea set to the blanket. The two of us both jump in surprise, and the cups wobble on the tray for a moment before they level it out to keep them balanced. I put a hand on my chest to calm myself. “I’m so sorry!” I exclaim. “I got distracted, are you alright?”

Frank huffs a bit as he continues to make his way toward the blanket. “I’m fine, neighbor. No harm, no foul.” They lower the set to the ground, careful to keep it steady. Once he seems sure of its integrity, he looks up at me, a hint of exasperation on his face. “Just, please pay a bit more attention to where you’re going.”

With a wave of anxiety, my hands move to tuck near to my chest and tug at each other, eyes averted to a patch of daffodils. “Yeah, I’ll try. It’s just…” My sentence trails off as I admire the intricacies of the garden around us. I manage to turn back to him. “This place is incredible, isn’t it?”

Frank stands up and takes a look around too, an air of peace overtaking his grumpy exterior for a moment. “It really is. Julie works hard to keep it like this, and it really pays off.” I murmur an agreement, and we both take in our surroundings in silence for a minute or two.

The sound of the back door swinging open appears in my periphery, and a familiar, chipper voice follows it shortly. “Oh, you’re early!” Julie steps out and joins us, the small plate of warm sugar cookies in her grasp sending steam into the air. “I didn’t think you’d show up for another half hour. I’m so happy to see you!” She moves the plate to her left hand, wrapping her right arm around me in a half hug. I’m ushered back towards the blanket, and the three of us all settle down in the middle of the garden. I don’t waste a moment before picking up a sandwich and taking a bite.

We don’t chat much while we eat, though Frank does have to remind Julie not to talk with her mouth full a time or two. She seems eager for us to finish eating so we can get to the games, the buzzing energy around her so infectious that I find myself rushing to finish my lunch so I can find out what she has planned. She’s done within minutes, and it doesn’t take long before I’m also licking the errant sugar sprinkles from my fingers. We chatter about everything and nothing as Frank works their way through their meal, seeming immune to Julie’s impatience.

After a good long while, Frank finally wipes his mouth and begins to pile up our dirty dishes onto the tea tray. It doesn’t even take a second for Julie to already be on her feet, bouncing in excitement. “Are we ready? Can we play now? What should we do first?”

“First, we should clean up.” Frank seems to be struggling to balance everything as he stands up, and I hurry to my feet to take the tray from him. They murmur out a brief thank you as they push themself off the blanket. “It’s not a good idea to start running around with glass on the ground. We don’t want anyone getting hurt.” Once he regains his bearings, he kneels down to pick up the remaining few plates and a few scattered pieces of trash. “We should probably take the blanket in, too, so we don’t trip over it.”

Taking the cue, Julie bends down to pull the yellow blanket from the grass, folding it into a messy pile in her arms. “Good idea, Frank! Come on!” Not seeming concerned with waiting for Frank and me, she disappears in a flash of pink into her house. The two of us glance at each other, chuckling as we follow behind, the clinking of china marking our footsteps.

The dishes have only just touched the kitchen counter when Julie darts back into the room. She notices my looking towards the sink and rushes to say “Don’t worry about it, I’ll clean all of them later. Let’s just go!” I match her smile as I follow her back outside with Frank tailing behind.

The next couple of hours seem to soar by, the boundless energy given off by the pastel woman so contagious that I don’t even realize how exhausted I am until I stumble and fall during a game of shadow tag and find that I don’t feel like getting up. I instead stay flopped over panting in the grass, arms outstretched, staring at the sky as the shades of blue begin to fade to soft arrays of green, orange, and pink. A grey face pops into my view, peering at me from the side with their eyebrows furrowed in concern. “Are you alright? That was a pretty rough fall.” Still trying to catch my breath, I offer a thumbs up in lieu of a verbal response. Frank seems satisfied with that, and lowers himself to the ground far more gently than I had.

He’s at once nearly bowled over by Julie, who if I didn’t know better almost seems a little winded herself. With residual giggles, she says, “Wow, I haven’t gotten to play for so long in ages! I knew we were gonna get along great!”

It’s a tad awkward being the only person fully lying on the ground. I funnel all my self discipline into propping myself up, opting to lean back on my hands to continue taking in the scenery above my head. My eyes sweep over it all, noting telltale specks of stars as the sun slips away to reveal them from behind the blue. I don’t think I’ve ever such a beautiful view of the sky before.

“I agree, it’s incredible.” Frank’s voice nearly makes me jump out of my skin. It takes a second to register that I must’ve let that last sentence stray from my mind to my tongue. I keep my focus upwards, hoping no one noticed my embarrassment. It appears to have worked as he continues, “It almost looks like a painting.”

A painting. A simple, commonplace thing that shouldn’t churn my stomach, but I still feel my heart drop at the words. In my periphery, Julie leans in with a giddy look on her face. “Speaking of, you and Wally seemed to have fun yesterday. Why, you two were out by the woods so long, Poppy almost sent out a search party!” She laughs, and I deem myself lucky that she didn’t notice the blood drain away from my head.

A pale imitation of a laugh comes out with the words, “Yeah, I guess we did…” The silence in the air grows thick, for me if not for the others. The rational and empathetic sides of my brain are waging war once more, and before I can stop myself, I blurt out, “Does… does he ever make you guys feel…” I trail off, struggling to find the words with two sets of eyes now focused on me. “…nervous?”

Frank’s head tilts, and he appears puzzled. “What do you mean? Why would he?”

My head begins to sink into my neck, like a turtle hiding from danger. “It’s just, I always feel like he’s staring at me, and some of the things he says while he does it come across a bit… off. Y’know?”

“Oh, that’s just how Wally is!” Julie bats at the air as if to dismiss the notion. “You’re worrying over nothing.”

As I begin to stutter out my disagreement, Frank asserts, “She’s right. He doesn’t mean any harm. You just haven’t gotten used to him yet.”

“I mean, I guess.” I push myself off my hands, the need to articulate my emotions taking over in my flustered state. “But, I got used to you guys and Poppy and Eddie within minutes. Wally just makes me feel uncomfortable.” The words are tumbling out now, and there’s nothing I can do to stop them.

When I force my eyes upward, Julie’s are already meeting them, and my gut wrenches at the uncharacteristic dour edge to her appearance. “It’s rude to talk about people like that behind their back, neighbor. He’s been nothing but lovely to you since you got here, and it’s not nice for you to treat him like some kind of threat.” A glance at Frank reveals a similar sentiment in his appraisal of me, and shame builds up within my heart. Against my will, tears begin to burn my eyes and mist my vision.

Unable to take it any longer, I push myself up. “I think I should go.” Neither of them tries to stop me. I pass through the magnificent greenery, knowing that the memory of it is going to have a permanent black mark tied to it. My hand settles on the garden gate, and I hesitate for a brief moment before deciding on “Thank you for the lunch, and for the games.” A mutter akin to that of ‘you’re welcome’ is heard behind me, and with that, I set off for my home.

The sky continues its transition to the night, and I solemnly await for the colors to fade so I can no longer see the brushstrokes in the heavens.

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lizz-crimson · 1 year ago

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Oh My God They Were Roommates (Shinnok's Head x Reader Part 2)

Oh yeah, we back.

Summary: An oni interrupts (Y/n) and Shinnok's coffee break and-oh god oh fuck no--!

Tags/Warnings: Talk of dead animals, blood, silliness, not as much as last time, but it's there, combat, cheap Chinese food, the burn is starting to smoke a little, gender neutral reader (let me know if there's any mistakes!)

Words: 2733

Part 1 Part 3

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"No," you said flatly.

"What do you mean, 'no?'" Shinnok asked in reply.

You and he stood at the entrance to a large cemetery filled to the brim with hundreds, if not thousands, of graves. Shinnok was snug inside a leather mailbag on your shoulder, peeking out of it to see

"No, I'm not raising the dead here!" you whisper-yelled at him, shaking the bag a bit.

"And why not?" he replied in the same tone.

You snap your pointer finger to the plaque on a stone pillar next to you—an American flag flapping in the wind at the top. "This is a veteran cemetery! I'm not unleashing undead World War soldiers in the middle of New York!"

"You have the choice to raise a whole army of trained soldiers to do your bidding, and you say, 'no?'"

"Yes!"

A few pedestrians and passersby mumbled and whispered to each other, looking at you with confusion and slight annoyance. You flinched under their gazes, putting a finger to your ear as if talking on a Bluetooth and jogging away from the cemetery.

Shinnok's lessons weren't exactly 'hell' as he'd described. In fact, you took to them well even with no prior usage of magic. There were plenty of dead rats in the alleyways to practice bone magic with, and you only threw up three times! Shinnok still found it amusing, but you shook it off.

Even though bone magic had been fine, raising the dead wasn't going as well. Your morals simply wouldn't allow you to disrespect the dead like that. Shinnok had suggested raising the dead roaches in your apartment, but it had already cost you an arm and a leg to get rid of those bastards, so that was a hard no as well.

You retreated to a currently controversial coffee shop a few streets away, ordering yourself an overpriced coffee and cake pop before taking a seat at a secluded table by a window. A stress purchase, you tried to convince yourself. At least the bullet hole in the window was interesting to look at while you sipped your drink.

"How much was that beverage?" Shinnok asked with a smirk on his face. He was trying to get a rise out of you.

"Quiet, head. We're in public."

Still, even if you hadn't successfully raised the dead yet, you had been doing well. Even Shinnok had to admit that. To himself, of course. He didn't know why, but ever since Raiden and Cassie showed up a few weeks ago, he'd found you much less annoying. He thought a lot about how you gave him the chance to speak his mind when he was being accused. He was grateful for that. Again, he kept these thoughts to himself. No need to let his human captor grow an ego.

"Since soul magic isn't going well, we'll return to bone magic. What is your preferred weapon, mortal?"

You were going to just ignore Shinnok out of frustration, but when your teeth scraped against your stale cake pop, you huffed.

"Staff."

"Really?" Shinnok raised his brow, intrigued. He'd not taken you for a staff user. "I have not seen a staff in your apartment."

"I keep it at Raiden's temple," you replied. It wasn't your choice to keep your weaponry somewhere else. The fact was, if other residents in your apartment complex saw you with a weapon, you'd definitely get into trouble.

"Then I'll instruct you in summoning a bone staff upon our next lesson."

"M'kay." You rest your chin in your palm, your eyes droopy. It was only evening, yet you were more than ready for a nap.

"Perhaps it's time we go home for the day," Shinnok said.

"Let's," you sigh, going to stand. You don't notice the window beginning to glow red next to you.

"(Y/n), watch yourself!"

"Huh?"

You look back just in time to see a demonic arm reach out of the window. You throw yourself to the floor, the mailbag containing Shinnok falling beside you and letting him roll free. You grab him, holding him close as you scoot backwards. Customers in the shop scream and make a break for the exit as quickly as possible.

"It's an oni; prepare yourself!" Shinnok calls.

The oni clawed its way out of the portal. Its screeching shattered glass, and vibrated the floor. It crushed any tables in its way as it stumbled to its feet. The thing was five times your size, and you didn't have a single weapon on you.

"Shinnok, I'm gonna need that bone staff!"

"Get away from the damned thing first!"

You scrambled to your feet, grabbing a hot coffee left by a customer and tossing it in the oni's eyes. A pained screeching filled the room, and you took the chance to dive behind the counter to hide.

"Now, what do I do?"

"Clasp your hands together, then drag them apart to let the magic form a staff. Quickly now!"

You inhale, clasping your hands together per Shinnok's instruction. The magic in your veins strained. Your forearms ached. You were panicking too much. The thudding of the oni's searching footsteps shook you out of your concentration, and you gasped out. Your hand shot over your mouth as you felt the footsteps halt. You could just tell the oni was looking at the counter now.

You looked down at Shinnok, who quickly mouthed 'again' to you. You nodded, removing your hand from your mouth, taking another breath, and closing your eyes before repeating the process.

The rattling feeling of bone magic cooled your veins, and as you pulled apart your hands, a long, sturdy, copper-stained bone formed at your command.

"There, now roll!"

You rolled forward, dodging the oni's giant foot as it came down on the counter, crushing it. You're quick to retaliate by driving the end of your new staff into the oni's face. It shrieked, backing up while batting at its face in pain.

Taking the chance for another strike, you drive one end of your staff to the floor and swing yourself around it, ramming your feet into the oni's chest. The kick sends the beast backwards and all the way outside into the streets.

"Don't go without me, mortal!" Shinnok called

"Fighting for my life here, head!" Still, you went over and grabbed Shinnok, awkwardly holding onto him as you ran out into the streets yourself. You needed to deal with that oni. Special Forces would take too long to arrive. Luckily, all the citizens in the area had made themselves scarce.

The oni got up on its feet again and roared at you. Even as far away as you were from it, you could still feel its hot breath. And smell it. You audibly gag.

"No time for vomiting; kill it!" Shinnok demanded.

You hooked Shinnok to your hip, then rushed up to the oni, sliding under its legs as it tried to grab for you. You drove the staff into the back of its head, and it tumbled forward. A more strategic part of your brain took over, and you drove your staff into the ground next to you, letting go of it and taking a moment to create another one. Once you do, you again rush the oni and latch onto its massive body.

You set on the oni's shoulders, wrapping your new staff around its neck and pulling backwards.

"Shinnok, be my guide! Tell me when to bring him down!"

"What?" Shinnok asked, not catching onto your plan.

"The staff in the ground, dumbass!"

Shinnok looks down at the staff you've driven into the street, the oni's shadow covering the area next to it. His brow rose. "Ah, a bit to the left, then!"

Your arms strained as you pulled on the staff, guiding the oni along with you. The oni's shadow travels over and past the staff.

"Too far! To the right!"

You curse, pulling the oni to the right. It's shadow was just about there when its arms tried to reach for you, making you tug away. The oni hasn't caught on that it could pull you down by your staff. Yet.

"Too far, (Y/n)!"

"I'm going to beat your ass, head!" you yelled. You kept tugging and pulling, trying to get the oni where you needed it.

Shinnok watched the oni's shadow cast over your staff, and he called back to you. "Now!"

The oni's hand grasped your leg just as you yanked it backwards. It flung you off of it, but tripped backwards. You land roughly on the asphalt road and watch as your bone staff pierces the back of the oni's neck clean through, breaking out on the front. Blood splattered, and the beast gurgled and flailed sporadically, and it choked to death.

"Fucking.. fuck," you groaned, standing. "Shinnok, why do you need such big demons in the Neatherrealm?"

"To tire out Earthrealm's warriors, of course."

"I'm actually going to kick your ass."

"Unfortunately, Raiden took it."

You laughed bitterly. Your chest burned; that oni was way bigger than ones you'd seen before. Rasping, you approached the dead demon and looked it over.

"Bitch," you said to it as if it could hear you or give a damn.

"Oh, I'm sure it's quaking in the afterlife," Shinnok said, rolling his eyes.

"I'm going to mount you on a stick."

"No, (Y/n). You're going to go home, order cheap Chinese food, then sleep."

You unhooked Shinnok from your hip, letting him fall to the ground.

"Ow!"

"Whoops, my hand slipped."

"Arg, you wretched-!"

The now-dead oni's body began to glow green. A bright shade of green you knew well. The whistling sound of souls echoed in your ears, and before you could blink, a small shockwave sent you skidding backwards. You tried to reach out for Shinnok, panic welling your chest. The oni's body disintegrated into a large cloud of souls that spun up and into the air in a sharp cyclone before spiraling downward directly onto Shinnok.

Your body refused to move. Was this planned? No, it couldn't have been. Right?

You really wished Special Forces would show up..

Every single soul was sucked into Shinnok's being. You watched in horror as the green glow faded away, and there, standing, was Shinnok.

He flexed his fingers, sparks of magic dancing around them. A vile smirk crossed his face, and a chuckle emanated from his throat.

He then looked at you.

Fuck.

Fuck indeed, as Shinnok raised his hand and clenched his fingers into a fist. A boney hand broke from the asphalt and grabbed you before you could do anything. You struggled in its vice-like grip, and you were pretty sure Shinnok made it do that out of spite for you.

He approached, his hands going to rest behind his back. His footsteps seemed to echo in your ears, dwarfing the sound of your own pounding heart.

"Whoops," he said, stepping up close enough for you to feel the heat of his new body. "My hand slipped."

"No, put your fingers this way, see?" You move Shinnok's fingers around his chopsticks, helping him hold them correctly. He grumbled, frustrated at how hard holding a simple eating utensil could be. "Better?" you ask.

Shinnok successfully grabbed some noodles out of his takeout box and lifted them into his mouth. "Better."

"Cool." You sat down at your side of the table to eat your own food.

Yeah, this was awkward. You checked your phone for the hundredth time, seeing if Cassie replied to your frantic message full of misspellings and explanation points. Your fingers fumbled your own chopsticks as you ate. You'd had an ancient evil in your home for around two months, but he couldn't actually do anything until now. Now he was powerful again. Able to crush you and harvest your own soul whenever he wished.

And yet, he hadn't. He was eating cheap ass Chinese food with you and seemingly enjoying it as he scarfed down his box of lo mein.

You stared a little too long, and Shinnok's eyes glanced up at you. You were quick to take a bite of your egg roll and look elsewhere.

Shinnok groaned. "I'm not going to kill you, mortal."

"Why?" you asked. Why you would ask that question was for the gods to know and you to find out, because why would you even ask that?

Shinnok didn't even answer your question; he just kept on eating. "Can you pass me one of those egg rolls?" he asked.

"Oh, uh, sure." You scoot the Styrofoam tray of egg rolls closer to his side of the table, where he takes a couple. He sure could eat.

"Appreciated."

"Yeah, no problem."

You prayed Cassie would just show up soon.

The gods, all except Shinnok, took some pity, and soon a frantic round of knocking was heard. You're quick to get out of your chair and open it, relief rushing through you as Cassie and Raiden are again waiting outside. You usher them inside.

Raiden takes a look at the scene. Shinnok sitting casually at your kitchen table, eating cheap Chinese food instead of going on a killing spree or going back to the Neatherrealm.

"Just what is your game here, Shinnok?" Raiden growled his question.

"Yeah, why aren't you like - destroying shit?" Cassie asked. "And why are you sitting back down?" she added upon seeing you slide back into your seat across from Shinnok.

"Listen, I am stressed," you retorted, shoving an eggroll into your mouth.

Shinnok chuckled, finding all of this amusing, no doubt. "Don't get riled up, Raiden. Those souls weren't enough to fill me; I need sustenance too."

"Just start talking, asshole," Cassie groaned.

Shinnok growled, rolling his eyes. He sat back in his chair. "I don't know what's so confusing. I'm just enjoying a meal with our lovely (Y/n)."

"Shinnok, I know better than to let you walk freely in Earthrealm, nor to let you return to the Neatherrealm," Raiden said. "If you think I will trust you for even a moment-"

"Shut up, would you?" Shinnok growled. "I'm not returning to the Neatherrealm. I can't."

You tilted your head. "You… can't?"

"Correct. I felt it when the souls returned to me. I am no longer master of the Neatherrealm; someone else has claimed its throne."

"Who?" Raiden demanded an answer.

Shinnok remained quiet, going for another bite of his food.

"Who, Shinnok?" you finally raised your voice.

"Quan Chi."

"…Fuck!" Cassie spat.

"If Quan Chi is ruling the Neatherrealm, then he is the one responsible for these demons appearing in Earthrealm," Raiden said.

"Yes, he was likely sending them to search for me. Hence, when (Y/n) here killed that oni, Quan Chi sensed it and, in addition, myself. So he sent the souls to me through the oni's body."

"So you have your body and power back, and you're not going back to the Neatherrealm?" Cassie asked.

"Yes, if I went back, Quan Chi would likely force me to his will. He did not restore my power completely," Shinnok explained in full seriousness. "I will not bow to that sorcerer."

"Then what are your intentions, Shinnok?" Raiden asked.

Shinnok smirked. "Well, to stay with (Y/n), of course. They are my captor, it's only fair."

"You.. huh?" you weren't sure how to respond.

"And I would like to continue your magic lessons if you so wish," Shinnok added.

It was quiet for a bit. Everyone thinking, and Shinnok continuously smirking. And stealing more eggrolls. Eventually, Raiden spoke up again.

"Fine, then, Shinnok. You may stay with (Y/n)."

"What?!" you yell. You look back at Shinnok, who had the most shit-eating smirk on his face.

"Raiden, are you sure?" Cassie asked.

"It is best. (Y/n) has kept Shinnok in line thus far. He will remain with them until further notice."

Cassie sighed, giving you an apologetic look. "Well," she said, stealing a fortune cooking off the table and cracking it, "it looks like you're still Shinnok's warden."

You couldn't believe this. You look at Shinnok, now realizing you'd have to live with the full-bodied version of him. Now you knew how he felt when he was first forced to live with you two months ago.

Cassie looks at the fortune from the cookie.

"Hey, look on the bright side. You're gonna find love within the next year!"

"Shut the fuck up, Cassie."

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Behold, a sequel! I was surprised at how many people liked the first one, so here we are! Its not as silly as last time, but I have goofiness planned for next time!

#mortal kombat #mortal kombat 11 #mk #mk fanfic #shinnok #mortal kombat x reader #shinnok x reader #raiden #cassie cage

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superman-the-secret-third-thing · 8 months ago

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Man, I should have been reading the Metropolis Mailbag before- some of this shit is hilarious. If you didn't know, it's the editors responding to letters from readers.

An "um ackshually" guy from 1960 and seeming follow up.

A guy wanting Superman to race the Flash, a tale as old as the characters themselves.

A call out post and terrible response.

#superman #dc comics #clark kent #dc #silver age of comics #metropolis mailbag

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paper-starz · 2 years ago

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So, we know how the theory of Wally being sentient came up with clues from the site. But now I wonder how this would apply for the sentient swap au instead! Like, I could see Frank's blinking gif put out the morse code for H-E-L-P as his little nod. Or maybe something a little more obvious like the faces of the characters start to grimace the more you load their character pages over and over on the neighborhood page. Perhaps it would have new and different secrets instead?

AHHHH I SWEAR ALL THESE ASKERS ARE MIND READERS!!

To answer your question, YES! That’s EXACTLY what I was going for!! There will be new “secrets” for each character too!!

On the neighborhood page, Wally’s is the only one who’s looking the other way, everyone else is staring directly at you!! That one was kinda a given!

Frank: For Frank’s blinking gif, it could be cool if he blinked out SOS. Their neighborhood page would change slightly, as the books that he would be holding would have papers falling out (underlined and circled with red marker) and he’s looking a LOT more tired. I love the idea of the neighborhood page getting more different the more you refresh it! Frank here would look more annoyed, eyebrows raised in that “really?” fashion. Perhaps the link above would also change to a phrase, “Frankly, I find that quite annoying…”

Howdy: Perhaps the items in his shop has lil messages in them! (Ex: Bag of beans would instead say “Help” or perhaps even spell out a sentence if you find all the words on the items!) His neighborhood page would also change, his hair a lot more disheveled, his hand gripping onto the grocery bag a little bit too tightly, and one of his hands holding onto a bottle. If you refresh the page too much, then he will be skewed more to the left of the page (almost as if he’s trying to escape!) “I don’t wanna be here right now….”

Julie: The notable secret message about Julie is the one with her and her siblings in the About Us Section (you know the one!) On the website, there’s a secret hidden message that is only revealed if you highlight it (this is also under the picture)! It reads “They will come back.” Julie’s neighborhood page is the one that changes the most, as her hair is ripped out in many places. If you refresh the page, her character will inch towards the screen, almost as if she wants to fight ya! The link above reads “What do YOU want?”

Barnaby: Barnaby has quite a few secrets that he left, most of them are in that slideshow section in the About Welcome Home! You know that one picture where Wally is drawing on a book while Barnaby watches? The roles are flipped this time! Barnaby is holding the book with a mildly concerned expression while Wally asks him about it. “You’re reading books now, Barnaby?” “Nah, just one, kid.” “I wonder what it’s about…” The text is all echoey… His neighborhood page won’t change much, he would still be juggling but there’s bags under his eyes. Refresh the page and you would get this “Uh… Okay..?” He would look mildly confused.

Sally: Sally doesn’t have a lot of secrets that she left, the one related to her is that day/night motif that keeps coming up around the website. She’s the one who changes the least in her neighborhood page, her pose stays exactly the same even if you refresh it a bunch of times! Her link also stays the same since she REALLY wants to stay in character.

Eddie: Not many secrets are left by him! There are a few, such as the picture where he and Frank are standing next to each other and there’s a secret message right to them. However, instead of the message saying “Hello You” it instead reads “Hiya!” (Hes trying to be friendly!) Eddie’s neighborhood bio doesn’t change much, but the notable thing is his mailbag (which seems to be overflowing with letters and papers). If you refresh the page, his link reads “Hiya, neighbor!”

Poppy: Again, doesn’t leave much. Or rather, she doesnt leave anything at all (at least not directly). You gotta REALLY dig deep if you wanna see Poppy’s messages. Ex: In the OG Welcome Home, if you type “voywex” in the link bar, you get Wally typing to you! Here in this AU, you get Poppy instead! “Hello? Are you there? Can you see me? Be careful.” Poppy’s neighborhood bio doesn’t change much other than the fact that she holds a needle and a thread. If you refresh the page, Poppy’s feathers will look a bit more frazzled! “Please be careful…”

Wally: Wally does NOT leave any secret messages! As I mentioned before, on his neighborhood page, he will be the only one looking away from the viewer. If you refresh his page a bunch of times, Wally won’t do anything!

Home: Home is always watching Wally in the website. It doesn’t really leave secrets, the only secret is in Wally’s bio! If you refresh the page, sure, Wally won’t do anything… but Home does. Usually, Home will be looking at Wally. But if you refresh the page, Home will be looking at you.

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markrosewater · 2 years ago

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You had two articles before where you roleplayed as each color to answer questions. What was the name of those articles and will you ever be resuming them, or consider getting the Council of Colors to answer questions in a similar way?

They were called Colorful Replies:

First article - https://magic.wizards.com/en/news/making-magic/colorful-replies-2018-07-16

Second article - https://magic.wizards.com/en/news/making-magic/return-colorful-replies-2019-07-29

One day, I’ll do a third one.

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boatboys · 27 days ago

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In honor of the sale: Did Trimmer start climbing Rich or did Rich start picking up Trimmer first? Who started the dynamic?

roach — lol they both insist it was the other guy

Splickedylit, RN, BSN — Trimmer's climbing impulse was probably more in-born than Rich's picking-people-up impulse? I'm inclined to say they both insist it was the other guy but Trimmer is the guy who like, climbed up Rich either out of panic or complaining the whole way needing to fix a light in their shitty hallway

roach — i feel like they did the Scared Primate Clutch the first time and grabbed each other and then given their relative masses it ended up with rich holding trimmer like a kitty

Splickedylit, RN, BSN — and Rich was like. I can steady him with one hand....... he's so light and small............... and trimmer's brain was like "oh this man is climbable, add him to the climbable list"

roach — haha adorable

Splickedylit, RN, BSN — And then the NEXT time something went to shit, Trimmer's brain went CLIMB!!!!!!!

roach — aww

rollerskatinglizard — I want to say the first time Trimmer dived for Rich and climbed onto his shoulder without it being partly Rich's idea, afterwards Trimmer would've been like.... Huh. he let me climb him instead of throwing me down the hallway, even tho I took him by surprise and felt a Way about it before quickly shoving that to the back of his brain to ignore forever

roach — yes neither of them said anything or Thought anything ever!!!

rollerskatinglizard — indeed

Splickedylit, RN, BSN — Trimmer panic-climbed and then realized afterward that Rich deftly and tenderly balanced and supported him even though Trimmer was definitely clawing his way up the guy for the first few seconds and was like I AM NOT REPLAYING THE SENSATION OF BEING HELD I AM NOT RE

#rich merrill #joey trimmer #reader mailbag #For the people who have asked how group co-writing works: we just sort of vibe like this until we have a plan and then we go for it!#I was going to try to synthesize the group chat's thoughts into one post but we have a few options here so I will simply present it haha #............why did that end up formatted so big. Fixed!!

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optimal-breakfast-49 · 26 days ago

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Hey just wanted to wish you a Merry Christmas 🎄☃️, as a fellow Trailer Park Boys fangirl I love your blog and I love what you do trying to find other TPB fangirls and fanboys who appreciate the show and the characters on the exact same level can be quite a challenge especially for such a wonderfully special yet somewhat small fandom 😭, you also have the best Swearnet clips that make me laugh but also satisfy my fangirl thirsting lmao seriously how do you find these clips cos I can't find URL links on the swearnet website or on youtube and i wanna add some to my blog when i get a chance especially this one of JP unzipping his hoodie on a Zoom screen on the Roach Approach 🥵 as well as the Mailbag clip where he said he likes bees lol

Keep doing what you're doing and if you ever want me to write a Julian x fem reader fic feel to DM me anytime bestie 😊💜

Ahhhh thanks girl!

I legit just watch swearnet all the time and when I see something I screen record it😅

And i constantly struggle with loving being a part of a small fandom and wanting TPB to be more mainstream (honestly to help weed out some of the incel bros👀)

Love your content too! You got some very spicy fan fics🥵

Merry Christmas to you and yours🥂🎄

#trailer park boys #tpb #tpb julian #julian tpb #john paul tremblay #tpb bubbles #robb wells #bobandy #tpb ricky #ricky lafleur #rickyjules

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collateral-joy · 5 months ago

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Thoughts on Bill and Guy? (Needllero as I like to call it)

Oh yeah, there's a lot to dig into there.

It's certainly Bill's most fleshed out relationship. Not that that's saying much, but still. I think of it primarily from Bill's perspective because of course I do, but I'd like to go back and see how it fits into Guy's bigger picture as well.

What's intriguing to me - and what I'll talk about here today - is how they have two pretty distinct dynamics that don't seem to overlap.

On one hand, Bill serves as Guy's right hand man for his little schemes. This side appears in wraparounds, when they interact face to face - Moral Majority, Pledge Week, Staff Christmas Party. Then during the People's Global Golden Choice Awards, we get a twist - Bill isn't collaborating on this one, and in fact leads the dissent against it.

So, what happened there? I think Bill gives it away in how he describes Guy's motivations. He references Guy wanting "power" and "ratings", but nothing about money. I suspect that, at the end of the day, Bill's in it for the money, since that's the focus of the other schemes he’s involved with. I do find it interesting that Bill never tries to boost his own career through the schemes - maybe he does have a spine after all. Except for, y'know, all the swindling.

On the other hand, there's Guy as the tyrannical boss that's constantly suppressing Bill's freedom of speech and cancelling his shows. This is the side we see during Bill's shows - it's introduced right from the start on Mailbag, and is more implied than outright stated in Series 4, though that tension never fades away.

Bill always refers to a nebulous "they", "the station/SCTV", "management", "the powers that be", when he talks about the forces holding him down, but it's gotta just be Guy, right? Guy's seemingly the only one who ever makes decisions about programming like that. The unspecific language feels like an intentional decision on Bill’s part to separate Guy, his boss, from Guy, his partner in crime. Especially when, during Stand Up and Be Counted when Guy calls in to personally cancel the show, Bill says, not moments later, “They cancelled my show.” Maybe Bill’s just that committed to propriety, but I don’t think so.

How do we reconcile these two sides of Needllero? Well, that's where we get speculative. The way I've characterized it so far over at the Needleblog, even Bill's not quite sure where they stand. There's a lot of uncertainty and intimidation at play, although how much of that is Bill's own anxieties being left to sprawl out is left to the reader's interpretation.

Now, I don't ship it, personally, but I see the appeal. They're great for each other (make each other so silly). The dysfunction is definitely a big part of the charm. In a way, I do think Bill needs Guy - not only because he's just gotta be on TV, but also for the companionship of somebody, anybody, who can put up with him.

Also, Lola says "or even love" right as Bill turns to look at Guy, and that's just precious.

#warkask #Needllero #thanks 4 the ask!#these are my thoughts. do with them what you will #there's still tons left to explore here but this is what I got for ya #I might need to make an index of these responses #Needllero is a great name btw #fun to say

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madssaunders111 · 1 year ago

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Help! | A Seinfeld x Saw AU (female!reader)

Characters: Jerry Seinfeld, George Costanza, Elaine Benes, Newman, Adam Stanheight, John Kramer, Estelle Costanza, Frank Costanza

I’ve thought about making Adam an apprentice because the entire saw fandom imagines him as one. And his photography hobby is useful to John

Content: Torture, mentions and descriptions of death, stalking, swearing, violence, sexual themes, light clit stimulation, fingering

Extra info: You are in a situationship with Newman. I used Amanda's trap and I even added Bob Sacamano even though he doesn't make an appearance in the show. I also used the Angel Trap

Word count: 2942 words

Description: You are an accomplice of the Jigsaw Killer. When John moved his games to New York, another one of his accomplices, Adam Stanheight found someone worthy of being tested. As the trap is ready, John Kramer gives you the task to bring the victim to him in order to be taught a lesson.

~•~

It was late morning in New York City. You were walking through the city until you reached a building marked “Manhattan Meatpacking Plant”.

You walked in and saw Adam Stanheight standing with a camera. You approached him, and held your hand under his camera lens.

“Adam“

“Yes, Y/N?”

“Has John finished building the trap yet?”

“I don’t know.” Adam shrugged. “I’m only in charge of photography, speaking of, look who I found.” He laid multiple photos on the table of a man who was on the heavier side and wore a mailman’s uniform. Your jaw dropped in shock.

“Newman?” “Are you kidding me Adam?” You asked as you picked up a picture of Newman sitting in his mail truck with a diabolical look on his face. Another photo was him walking along a sidewalk holding a mailbag on his shoulder. Another one of the photos was him walking back to his apartment.

“That’s right.” Adam nodded as he placed his camera on the table. He snatched the photos on and placed them in an envelope. “You need to go to his apartment and bring him here.”

“No! No fucking way, Adam!”

“Trust me, Y/N.” Adam held your hands. “You can do it.”

“I’m sort of…in a thing…with him.”

“Like what, exactly?”

“Situationship, like dating…hooking up…but we don’t want to label our relationship.”

“Interesting…but confusing.” Adam picked up his camera again and walked to another room. You followed him.

“Wait, Adam! Maybe you could help me with bringing Newman.” You pleaded.

“Y/N…”

“Please, Adam!” You sank to your knees. “You can get Newman and I can distract everyone, like Jerry, Elaine, George and even Kramer.”

“Cosmo Kramer?” Adam scrunches his nose in confusion. “Is that actually his name?”

“Yeah…” You smacked the table in annoyance. “But please, Adam, help me!”

“Y/N!” John shouted from the makeshift hospital room in the plant. The room was depressing, lit by green lightbulbs, had a hospital bed and even medical equipment.“Yes, John?” You asked.

“Come here.” His voice was weak but still deep. Your legs shook as you walked into the hospital room. John applied an oxygen mask to his face every few minutes. “Tell me, why don’t you want to do your task?”

“Because…it’s not right John.”

“Tell me, Y/N, you’re loyal to me right?”

“Yes of course.”

“Well…you can do this…besides…he’s not innocent like you think.”

“How so?”

“For example, he harbors mail even though it’s a federal offense.”

“What else?” You asked as you crossed your arms over your chest.

“He’s also assisted in the kidnapping of someone else’s pet.”

“That’s nothing!” You ran your fingers through your hair in agitation. “Besides, the dog wasn’t hurt from what I’ve heard.”

“Well…John has given you a task and you should do it.”

“So I’ll end up in another trap? God I should’ve left you in that bathroom to die!”

“You’re such an asshole! Besides, Lawrence should’ve saved me!”

“Yeah, well he left you in there to die! He lied to you!” You stormed out of the building and walked through the street until you reached 81st Street, where Jerry Seinfeld lived.

~•~

As you walked up to Jerry’s apartment, Newman stood outside lugging a mailbag. He turned to you and held his hand up.

“Y/N..hey there.”

“Hello, Newman.” You trudged your feet to Jerry’s apartment.

“Did you hear about that man who went missing last night?”

Your eyes widened slightly. Adam did bring a man to them, and he is still alive, not for long.

“No, I haven’t.” You stood outside Jerry’s door and knocked. The door opened revealing Jerry on the other side.

“Oh, Y/N, hey.”

“Hey, Jerry.” Your feet slid against the floor as you walked into the apartment and to the couch where George sat. George placed your head on his shoulder.

“You look tired Y/N.”

“Just…work.” You muttered as you laid against George’s chest. It wasn’t exactly a lie…your “work” was being the accomplice of a killer.

“Heard you talking to Newman, what was that about?” Elaine asked as she leaned over the couch.

“Just about that man who went missing last night.”

"What was his name again?" George asked.

“My friend Bob Sacamano." Kramer walked into the kitchen and opened the fridge. He removed cold cuts and ate them.

“It’s horrible.” You muttered. “I hope the cops catch whoever did this.”

~•~

Hours went by and your eyes fluttered open.

“Where the hell am I?” You asked yourself. When your vision cleared, you were still in Jerry's apartment huddled on his couch. Your phone rang with a message from Adam. He texted: “Where are you Y/N? I got Newman in the truck, hurry.”

You let out an agitated huff as you left the apartment and ran outside where a truck sat. Adam sat at the driver’s seat and Newman was unconscious in the back. “Took you long enough.” Adam sneered.

“Why does it matter?”

“Maybe you had sex with someone else, someone that wasn’t Newman.”

“Okay, first of all, I didn’t, and secondly, I fell asleep.”

“Yeah, for four hours.” Adam turned the wheel and drove away to the Meatpacking Plant.

~•~

You and Adam lugged Newman's body into the building. Adam hunched over and placed the body in a wheelbarrow. "Jesus, he's heavy."

You rolled your eyes and pushed the wheelbarrow into a separate room that had a chair, a bear trap, and a body of a man on the ground. The same man who went missing the night before: Bob Sacamano.

You walked back to the makeshift hospital room and crouched down to the bed.

"Everything's ready."

"Good." John wheezed. "Good job Y/N."

"Is this trap...rigged?"

"No. I don't rig my traps. You know that."

"I just want Newman to live." You walked back to the metal table where various monitors sat. One of the screens featured Newman's unconscious body slumped in the chair with the bear trap on his head.

"You are so in love with him, it's actually funny."

"Shut up Adam." You sneered as your fist met his shoulder.

"Damn, relax. Don't get so defensive."

You paced back and forth as you saw Newman wake up on the monitor. Nerves fluttered in your stomach, nerves that made you feel sick.

~•~

Newman's POV

Newman's eyes opened in a room lit by green lightbulbs. He thrashed his head around in fear. His hands gripped the bear trap rested onto his head and jaws.

He whimpered and let out muttered screams.

"Mmh!"

A tv turned on beside him revealing a puppet's face.

"Hello, Newman." The deep sinister voice of John Kramer said. "i want to play a game."

"You don't know me, but I certainly know you. I've been keeping an eye on you, watching over you, like a guardian angel, but with negative intentions. You see Newman, you've done awful things, such as misuse of a mail truck, kidnapping, and especially harboring mail, which is strange because aren't you a mailman? Anyway, those are things that can easily be fixed by a prison sentence."

Newman wriggled into the chair as John spoke. The puppet's mouth moved with the message.

"You'll have sixty seconds to find the key, the key to your freedom, which is in the man beside you. Look to your right Newman, know that I'm not lying."

Newman turned to the right and saw Bob laying on the floor still and numb. He turned back to the tv.

"However, if you don't, your jaws will be permanently ripped open. Here, I'll show you." The footage changed to a glass mannequin wearing the same bear trap. The timer ticked fast and the mannequin exploded in a mess of glass.

"That will be you if you don't get out. Now, let the game begin." The tv then turned off. He stood up and the tripwire to the timer activated.

He started to panic and walked over to Bob Sacamano after grabbing a scalpel from the table beside the chair. He crouched down and saw Bob's eyes open and widen. Newman stabbed until blood was everywhere and Bob's organs and insides were all over Newman's hands.

He pulled a key out and shakily shoved it into the bear trap lock. The timer was at 10 seconds before the trap unlocked upon contact with the floor.

Newman screamed and fell to the floor, his hands, face and shirt covered in Bob's blood. The door then opened a figure in a dark red and black hood approached him.

"Congratulations, Newman. You're still alive."

End of POV

~•~

Newman sat on a chair in John's makeshift hospital room in the Plant.

"Hello, Newman." John greeted.

"Easy, John." You said as you dropped your hood revealing your face.

"Y/N? What the hell?" Newman's jaw dropped in shock.

You stayed silent as John placed an oxygen mask on his face for a few seconds before removing it.

"I assume you and Y/N know each other Newman?"

Newman nodded. He looked up at you betrayed and hurt. "Y/N...why?"

"I don't have an answer for you Newman."

Adam walked in and placed his camera down on the chair beside Newman.

"Now, you have a chance to be granted full immunity and protection." John started.

"Like what?" Newman asked as he looked from John to Adam and then to you.

"Let me explain-" Adam said before you interrupted.

"Let me say it Stanheight, you're terrible at explaining things." You cleared your throat and faced Newman. "Basically, you can work for us, help us teach people, bad people, lessons and change their lives. Especially revenge, for those who have wronged you. What do you think?"

"Well...I...I don't know what to say." Newman dwindled his fingers anxiously.

"Well, you've been tested, you passed, therefore you're able to work for us." You said. "I was tested, Adam here was tested as well."

"Wait, how were you tested?"

"Same trap you were in. I even cut my jaw." You point to your jaws stitched with black thread. "I got cut severely, but I got a chance...John helped me."

Newman turned to Adam. "What about you?" He asked.

"I was in a bathroom, and I almost died because my key disappeared and I didn't want to chop my foot off. So I was left to die." He explained as he gave you a glare.

"Oh my God! I rescued you! I didn't have to!" You shouted.

"Y/N! Adam! Stop fighting!" John shouted.

Adam stuck his tongue out like a child and scooped up his camera. "Well, bye." He walked out of the room and left the building.

~•~

Adam's POV

Adam walked through the street wearing his camera around his neck like a necklace. He looked at his phone screen which had a picture of George Costanza. He was his next victim.

Adam went to the subway station that was headed to Queens. He knew where George's parents (and him) lived.

~•~

Your POV

"So, Newman, what do you think about our offer?"

"I..I don't know."

"Don't forget the immunity and protection." You whispered in his ear.

"I..I accept." Newman replied nervously.

"Good...you can help many others cherish their lives now."

~•~

By the time Adam arrived in Queens, the sun had gone down and the streets were completely empty and dark. He clutched his camera as he found the Costanza's house.

No lights were on indicating that either no one was home or everyone was asleep. He crept up to the side door and slipped right in, no lock, no dog, nothing.

Adam stumbled through the dark kitchen and found the living room. "Fuck." He muttered as he hit his foot against the couch. A woman's voice shouted. Adam hid in the closet and held up a gun loaded with tranquilizer darts.

Estelle Costanza, George's mother, ran out of her bedroom holding a bat.

"I'm armed!" She shouted as she ran around the living room swinging the bat.

"Jesus." Adam muttered under his breath.

"Damn it, Estelle, it's one o'clock in the morning, why are you up and holding a baseball bat?" Frank Costanza, George's father walked out of his room irritated and exhausted.

"Someone's in the house."

"You're hearing things, now come on, back to bed." Frank led Estelle back into the bedroom until a dart shot into his neck knocking him unconscious.

"Frank! Oh God!" Estelle shouted before Adam shot a dart into her neck knocking her unconscious as well. George ran out confused as he looked down and saw his parents laid unconscious on the floor.

"Mom! Dad! Oh, God!" George shook them hard. A dart shot into his neck and he fell unconscious.

"God damn," Adam muttered as he dragged George out of his house and to the truck outside. After Adam drove away, he arrived back in Manhattan half an hour later.

~•~

Your POV

You sat in a room in the Meatpacking Plant furnished like a bedroom. Your head lay on the bed while looking up at the ceiling. Newman walked into the bedroom and sat down near you.

"Hey, Y/N."

"Hey, Newman." You sat up and looked down at the bed avoiding eye contact with Newman.

"So, how long have you worked for John Kramer?"

"A while."

"Ever since...your test?"

You nodded. Newman held your hand tightly.

"Hey, look, I won't tell anyone. And plus, I think you're pretty badass in that hood." Newman smirked.

"Really?"

"Of course. It definitely makes you attractive even though you're the apprentice to a serial killer." Newman leaned in and kissed your lips softly.

"Ohh, Newman, what was that for?"

"Because...I think I'm crazy for you Y/N."

:Are we labeling ourselves?"

"Yes. I want you so bad Y/N. You have no idea." Newman leaned back in and kissed your lips harder.

"I need to give in." You kissed him back and hopped on his lap.

~•~

Adam's POV

Adam pulled the truck into the back of the building and dragged George's body in. The same wheelbarrow he used on Newman sat near the back entrance.

George groaned in his unconscious state. Adam lugged George to a separate room where a harness sat. He placed George in the harness and dropped the key in a vat of acid. He left the room leaving George alone.

~•~

George's POV

George woke up in a dark room lit by green lightbulbs. He looked down and saw fishing hooks pierced into his ribs.

"Oh God!" George shouted as he thrashed around the harness. 'What is this? Get me out!"

The tv beside him turned on revealing the same ventriloquist puppet.

"Hello, George. I want to play a game." The recording started. "You're here because of what I've seen and what you've done. And I'm not happy about it. Imagine pretending to be handicapped just to use a better bathroom, pushing adults and children so you'd get out of a fire first, and especially killing your fiance by buying toxic envelopes. Honestly, prison won't change you, but this experience certainly will. You will have a minute to get the key from the acid, but be careful, the acid can dissolve the key in seconds and then you'll be stuck. If you don't get out, your body will be ripped and you will be dead. Let the game begin." The tv then turned on and a timer on the wall started ticking down from 1 minute.

His hand hovered over the acid tank before he shoved it in.

"Ahh!" George screamed loudly as he gripped onto the key. He then dropped it. "Oh, Goddamn it!" George reached back in and finally got hold of the key.

He stuck it in the lock and waited for the harness to open. When it didn't open, George panicked more.

"Help! Help!" The timer ticked down to 20 seconds. The faster the timer went. the more panicked George got.

The timer went down to 0 and George let out one last scream. The hooks ripped his ribs out and suspended them above him like angel's wings. George's body limped and everything went quiet.

~•~

Your POV

You and Newman were in the bedroom kissing and pleasuring each other.

"Oh, Newman!" You moaned into his ear.

"Oh, Y/N. You're not ready for what's about to happen." Newman placed his hands on your pants and pulled them down revealing your panties. "Oh baby, you look so beautiful and ready."

Newman rubbed his fingers in between your legs slowly and then increased the passion. "You like that baby?"

"Y-yes." You moaned. "Your fingers are so thick."

"You're already so wet." Newman whispered in your ear.

"W-we can't do this."

"Of course we can baby. I know you're in love with me."

Newman slid his fingers into your panties and started moving them within your inner walls. "God damn, so tight."

As Newman continued pleasuring you, just as you came, Adam ran into the room.

"Oh damn, sorry," Adam said as he hid a smirk on his face.

"What do you want Adam? Is the game done?"

"Yep." Adam walked away and closed the door.

You slumped down with Newman on top of you. He leaned down and kissed you.

"Well, wasn't that exhilarating?" Newman asked.

"Yes." You said as you kissed him back.

"Good." Newman smiled. "By the way, I will be the best apprentice you've ever seen." He held your hands tightly as he kissed them. "By the way, what game is Adam talking about?"

"Oh. George was placed in a trap, and judging by the air, he did not make it out."

"Damn, George Costanza?"

You nodded.

"Police will have a field day with these strings of missing persons cases." Newman smirked as he gave you one last kiss. "Besides, we should relax and wait until the next game."

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