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Complying efficiently with OSHA lighting standards for safety

OSHA has established lighting standards for workplaces to ensure adequate lighting is provided for workers to perform their tasks safely and accurately, including LED lights for forklifts. Proper lighting prevents accidents, reduces eye strain, and improves worker productivity. This article will elaborate on a few crucial things to know about OSHA lighting standards for safety in facilities.

OSHA Lighting Safety Requirement

1. General Illumination Requirements

OSHA requires that workplaces be adequately illuminated to ensure that workers can perform their tasks safely and accurately. General illumination must be provided with at least 10-foot candles (FC) for most general areas, with specific exceptions for certain areas such as emergency exit signs and stairways. Foot candles measure the amount of light falling on a surface and can be measured with a light meter.

2. Task Lighting Requirements

In addition to general illumination, OSHA requires task lighting to be provided for areas where workers perform specific tasks that require extra illumination. Task lighting must provide at least 30 fc of illustration and must be directed to minimize glare and shadows. Lamps, overhead fixtures, or portable lights may provide task lighting.

3. Emergency Lighting Requirements

OSHA requires emergency lighting to be provided in case of a power failure or other emergencies. Emergency lighting must provide at least one illumination for at least 90 minutes and must be located in areas where workers may need to navigate to safety in an emergency.

4. Lighting Maintenance Requirements

OSHA requires that lighting fixtures be maintained to ensure that they provide adequate illumination. Burned-out bulbs and other defects must be repaired promptly, and fixtures must be cleaned regularly to remove dirt and dust that can reduce illumination levels.

5. Lighting Design Requirements

OSHA recommends that lighting be designed to minimise glare, shadows, and reflections that can cause eyestrain and visual fatigue. Lighting should be distributed evenly throughout the workplace to prevent dark spots and provide uniform illumination. Lighting should also be shielded to avoid direct exposure to the eyes.

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Why Should Your Company Follow OSHA Lighting Requirements?

Several areas can be hazardous to a worker in a work environment, which has specially made LED lights for forklifts important. Lighting becomes a risk factor, especially when the labour is mostly manual and physical. Thus, protection is key, and OSHA lighting requirements are a fundamental protective measure. Some of the important reasons why your company should follow OSHA requirements are:

a) Workplace Safety:

The primary purpose of OSHA lighting standards is to promote workplace safety by ensuring that workplaces are adequately illuminated to prevent accidents and injuries. Proper lighting can help workers to identify and avoid hazards, such as obstacles, spills, and equipment malfunctions.

b) Compliance with Regulations:

Compliance with OSHA lighting standards is mandatory for most workplaces, and failure to comply can result in citations, penalties, and legal liabilities. Employers who comply with OSHA lighting standards can avoid these risks and ensure their workplaces are safe and compliant with regulations.

c) Employee Comfort and Well-being:

Adequate lighting is essential for employee comfort and well-being. Poor lighting can cause eyestrain, headaches, and visual fatigue, decreasing worker productivity and increasing the risk of accidents. Compliance with OSHA lighting standards can promote worker comfort and well-being, increasing job satisfaction and reducing turnover.

d) Improved Productivity:

Proper lighting can improve worker productivity by allowing workers to perform their tasks more accurately and efficiently. Adequate lighting can reduce errors and mistakes, saving time and reducing the need for rework.

e) Cost Savings:

Compliance with OSHA lighting standards can result in cost savings for employers. Adequate lighting can reduce the risk of accidents and injuries, resulting in lower workers' compensation costs and reduced liability insurance premiums. Proper lighting can also reduce energy costs by using more efficient lighting systems.

‍ How Do OSHA Lighting Standards of Safety Protect Workers?

OSHA lighting standards for safety protect workers by ensuring that workplaces are adequately illuminated to prevent accidents and injuries. Here are some of how OSHA lighting standards protect workers:

i) Identification of Hazards:

Adequate workplace lighting helps workers identify and avoid hazards such as obstacles, spills, and equipment malfunctions. Proper lighting can also help workers to identify and respond to emergencies quickly and safely.

ii) Prevention of Accidents and Injuries:

Insufficient lighting can increase the risk of accidents and injuries by making it difficult for workers to see and navigate their surroundings. OSHA lighting standards ensure that workplaces are adequately illuminated to prevent accidents and injuries.

iii) Reduction of Eyestrain and Fatigue:

‍Insufficient lighting can cause eyestrain, headaches, and visual fatigue, which can decrease worker productivity and increase the risk of accidents, especially in the absence of forklift safety lights. OSHA lighting standards ensure that workplaces are adequately illuminated to reduce these risks and promote worker comfort and well-being.

iv) Compliance with Regulations:

‍Compliance with OSHA lighting standards is mandatory for most workplaces, and failure to comply can result in citations, penalties, and legal liabilities. Employers who comply with OSHA lighting standards can avoid these risks and ensure their workplaces are safe and compliant with regulations.

In conclusion, proper lighting is essential for workplace safety and productivity. OSHA has established lighting standards to ensure that workplaces provide adequate lighting for workers to perform their tasks safely and accurately. Employers should ensure that their facilities comply with OSHA lighting standards to protect workers and avoid potential OSHA citations and penalties.

How Can Your Company Comply With OSHA Lighting Guidelines With SharpEagle?

Managing and following the OSHA lighting guidelines can be tough and not very profitable, which is one of the major reasons why companies fail to do so. According to reports by ILO, a specialized agency of the UN, low light can cause eye strain and headaches, which reduces productivity and creates more scenarios where someone can get hurt. 

SharpEagle understands the gravity and the need for the OSHA lighting guidelines and thus has been successful in creating products that help your company comply with these guidelines. Linear lights, LED lights, work lights, forklift safety lights, and HID lights are our best products that help companies create a safe work environment. 

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Ghost Letting You Watch Him Masturbate

Warnings: 18+, Smut, Desperate! Ghost, Touch-Starved! Ghost, Dominant! Ghost, Edging, Assisted Masturbation, Guided Masturbation, The Mask Stays On, No Pronouns Used For Reader Except ‘You’.

He loves the way you watch him so intently as his hand works the shaft of his aching cock, the tip red and angry as he staves off his orgasm just to let you watch for a little bit longer. You come closer, on hands and knees, and sit before him, just shy of the area between his legs. The danger zone.

The sound of squelching is obscene, as is the sight of his dick glistening with pre. If he pulled his hand away, strings of it would cling to his palm, beckoning – begging – him to return.

He can hardly refuse you when you ask him if you can touch it. Touch him.

He nods, pulls his hand away enough so that you can slip yours beneath his. His hand is sticky as it clamps down around yours. He guides you, starting out with light strokes, mindful of the euphoria building just below his stomach again. Raw. Fresh.

When you’re more confident in this rhythm, you grip him a little tighter. Look up into Ghost’s half-lidded eyes. He nods, but can’t find the energy to lift his head back up. He’s looking down at you, his mask concealing all but the lethargic lust in his eyes. And when you start to move faster, he thinks he can feel Heaven. His slick hand is tight – nigh crushing – over yours, making you squeeze him tighter, harder. God, harder.

And when your fingers graze the sensitive skin of his tip, his head almost rolls back, his eyes screwing shut. He gasps, and his breath shutters

He knows that this won’t be like all the other times when it was just him all alone in his room, or the barracks, or the showers. He can feel it in the rapid tightening of his balls, one hanging lower than the other, in the knotting in his stomach. He feels his vein twitch – the one you’d been so curiously eyeing earlier – when you gaze up at him from beneath your lashes, eyes soft. You come closer. Sat between his legs now. He’s oozing from the tip; an effect only you can have. He’d have been embarrassed were he not in the crosshairs of what he could tell would be one of the most excruciating orgasms he’s ever had.

He’s panting now, watching you as, with soft fingers, you work the tip, spreading his juices across it, down his shaft. When you come back up, clenching your fingers around his tip, he hisses. Jolts. When you try to retract, concern evident in the furrow of your brow, he snatches your hand back, gripping your wrist and enclosing your hand around him once more.

“Keep goin’,' he pants. His eyes glisten beneath the fluorescence of the dim bulb above you.

“Please.”

And you do. You squeeze and squelch and slide your hand along the length of him until your arm aches and his back is arching out of his chair, head lolling back as thick globs of cum spurt out from the tip. No warning. Just the explosion and its aftermath.

His grip around your hand tightens. You wince, but he doesn’t notice. He’s growling, guttural and animal, teeth gritted beneath his mask. He can feel his eyes strain with how far back into his skull they’ve rolled.

His stomach gradually becomes soaked in a viscous, milky spray. You’re sure you can see his shaft pulsating with every pump of his semen – like water through a pipe – emptying himself. Some of it gets caught in the hairs leading down from his belly button, thicker as they reach the pubic area.

His chest heaves. His hand is still around yours, looser now. But not by much. Keeping you there.

He musters the strength to look down at you again. Your eyes follow the beads of cum weeping from his tip as they cover his hand, staining the expanse of his scarred skin. He lets you go. Watches you watch the glossy beads of his release meet your hand. Warm and wet.

He’ll teach you how to take him with your mouth next time; teach you to work your tongue just how he likes it. He’ll watch you swallow all of him. He’ll forge the satisfaction of knowing that his cum will be swimming inside your stomach.

His. From the inside.

Heavy breathing; a hand tilting your chin up so your eyes meet his; a slim, crooked smile beneath his mask. He promises.

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Nyctophobia

Sylus x gn!Reader

I still have to sleep with some sort of light on at night and I was like well what would Sylus think about this. And now here we are

Warnings: hurt/comfort, crying, kissing, nyctophobia (fear of the dark), embarrassment, fear, pet names, swearing, implied sexual content, established relationship

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You feel so fucking stupid. Not because you did something wrong or made a fool of yourself (yet), but because this dumb problem you had was so childish. Even a 10-year-old is braver than you, a literal fucking Hunter!

You pout at the nightlight on your laptop. Sylus’s black card sat on your coffee table, just waiting to be used. And yet, the thought of using a card with access to millions of dollars (perhaps billions), just to buy a nightlight, halted you in your tracks, He hadn’t even said much about anything else you’ve bought before, and what he did say usually encouraged you to buy more expensive, lavish things. Surely, he wouldn’t flinch at this at all.

But that stupid, unrelenting voice in your head made buying the light impossible.

Which sucked.

It really, really sucked.

‘Cuz every time you stay in the N109 Zone in Sylus’s manor-slash-base, your room is so dark. Being in the lawless area doesn’t help, either. All the violence and danger you’d seen walking in the streets at night painted visions of stalkers in the corner, murderers with knives under your bed, and worse, just waiting for you to close your eyes and sleep.

But you don’t want to impose on the nice atmosphere Sylus has cultivated in his home. So you sleep with the light off, clinging to your blankets and telling yourself over and over again that nobody else is in the room.

Your phone buzzing interrupts your pity party. You shut your laptop and place it on the table next to the card. It buzzes again as you pick it up.

What’s wrong, sweetie?

I’ve only seen you make that face when a plushie falls out of the claw

You look up at your window. Sure enough, Mephisto’s red eyes greet you.

Stop spying on me >:(

Fine

The mechanical crow disappears from sight. You can just barely hear his caws as he flies off back to the N109 Zone.

But my question still stands

It’s nothing. Don’t worry about it

Sweetie, if someone says not to worry about something, people are going to worry about it

Damn him for giving you a chance to tell the truth. And damn your brain for reminding you that if you tell him the truth, he’d probably laugh at you. What does he have to worry about when he sleeps anyway? He’s already a light sleeper, but he also sleeps during the day, when creeps skitter from shadow to shadow. He wouldn’t understand.

Like I said, it’s nothing

Nothing happens for a few moments. The little dots to signify he’s typing don’t even show up. You can’t help wondering what he’s doing. What he’s thinking.

Maybe he’s getting ready to start the night, getting into his car so Luke and Kieran can drive him around to his many business dealings. Or maybe he’s picking out a vinyl from his shelf, taking it from the paper casing with a delicacy only shared with you, and setting it up on his phonograph. Or maybe he’s mimicking you: sitting on the couch, staring at the phone, wondering what to say next.

The dots appear, finally.

Come to the N109 Zone, kitten

Let me cheer you up

If Mephisto was still lurking around, he’d have seen just how fast you packed your things and hopped onto your bike.

Yes, the N109 Zone is dark and scary and extremely dangerous at the best of times. Yes, you’d be forced to sleep in the dark once again. Yes, your mind would play tricks on you and you’d probably stay up all night anyway.

But Sylus is there. And you haven’t seen him for almost a week. Who could blame you for jumping at the opportunity to spend time with him now?

-

Sylus greets you at the door with an amused smirk. “You got here fast.”

You playfully glare at him, smacking his chest as you pass by. “There wasn’t any traffic,” you tease.

The manor is as dark as usual. If it’s not black, it’s dark red. If it’s not dark red, it’s the occasional white furniture or golden accent.

Sylus trails behind you as you beeline it straight to your room to drop off your stuff. He leans in the doorway as you toss your bag onto the plush bed. “You seem to be in a better mood now,” he hums.

“I always feel better when I get to see you.” You smile up at him. It’s a soft remark. Genuine. Not the usual joking, back-and-forth banter you’re usually all too happy to supply during your visits.

His expression melts into something just as tender. Just as honest. He casually pushes himself off the doorframe and crosses the few steps it takes to get to you. His hands cradle you like one of his precious antiques, tilting your face up while he cranes his neck until the world has shrunk to just this moment.

He grins. His eyes keep glancing down at your mouth. You grab onto his waist. Your fingers curl into his soft red sweater, desperate to keep him this close. His lips brush against yours, stealing the air from your lungs.

“Then let me make it worth your while.”

-

It’s still dark when you wake up. The navy blue behind the curtain carries no hint of light, reassuring your sleep-addled brain that there is still plenty of time before day.

You roll over, silk sheets caressing your bare form, fully intending to go right back to sleep. Cold air slips underneath the blanket. You shiver and pull it tighter around you. Without thinking, you reach out toward the other side of the bed. It’s too large for just one person. The bed is cold beneath your fingers, even as you reach out farther.

You blink open your eyes, blearily staring into the darkness, searching for some answer you can quite grasp yet.

What are you reaching for…?

You turn your face into your pillow, determined to ignore that strange feeling in your gut and enjoy the last hours of the night. The rich scent of bourbon and vanilla catch on the edge of your senses. It smells just like Sylus…

You open your eyes again. Where’s Sylus?

Your fingertips brush the edge of the bed as you reach out. A discordant chord of terror strikes in your heart as you quickly pull your hand back. Thoughts of something reaching out to grab you flood your mind. Your heart races, chasing off the last ounces of sleepiness from your body.

You pull the blanket even tighter around you, curling it under your feet and tucking it into your sides until you’re in a cocoon of safety. No matter how hard you strain your eyes, you can’t see anything. But in your mind, everything can see you.

You curl up into a pitiful ball.

You could get up, but you can’t. What if something grabs your ankles?

You could grab your phone, but you can’t. What if something is waiting in ambush and your phone is the bait?

You could do a thousand things to get out of this darkness. But you can’t, for a million reasons.

The door knob slowly turns. The only indication the door has opened at all is the sound of the lower edge brushing against the carpeted floor. No light comes in from the hall. It’s all pitch black. The door clicks shut.

You hold your breath.

Footsteps. Large, heavy footsteps. They don’t stomp. You’re not sure if it would be better if they did. They creep around the side of the bed.

You don’t move.

Weight shifts the mattress. Slowly. Deliberately.

Your heartbeat pounds in your ears. You strain to hear anything else.

Something slides over your blankets.

You squeeze your eyes shut so tight you see spots. You bite your lip to avoid making sound.

The something - a hand, you think - wraps around your waist.

You flinch.

Oh god, oh god, oh god. They’re gonna know you’re awake. They’re gonna cover your mouth or stab you or put a pillow over your face or-

“Kitten?”

Your body shudders as you finally let yourself breathe. You grab your pillow as you quickly sit up and swing it at the face of your lover.

“I thought you were gonna fucking kill me?!”

Sylus laughs, chucking the pillow back onto your side of the bed. You can’t see him in the dark, but your body can’t stop taking in every ounce of him that it can. His smell - the bourbon and vanilla tinged with a natural musk. His voice - that rich, lively sound of his laugh and the breaths he takes. His touch - his hand, trailing patterns over the blanket at your hip.

You crawl toward him, clinging to his chest like a koala. He’s still shirtless from your escapades. His hand slides to your back, pulling you in tighter to him. You can feel the rumble of his voice in his chest. You press your ear against him to hear more.

“Why would you think that?” he asks once he’s gathered himself.

You don’t answer. You squeeze him tighter.

“Sweetie?” The amusement is replaced with concern. His other arm wraps around you. The muscles tense with the slightest effort. He says your name.

Relief settles heavy in your bones. Tears prick at your eyes, while you remain utterly powerless to stop them. “It’s too dark,” you whimper. It’s all you can think to say.

His arms tighten around you as he rolls onto his back, pulling you on top of him like you weigh nothing. He begins playing with your hair. “Does it scare you?” he asks softly.

You nod. You pull one of your hands out from around him to wipe the tears off your face and his chest.

God, you feel so fucking pathetic.

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

You don’t answer. His chest rises and falls with you on it, moving with his sigh. He pulls your hand away from your face and replaces it around him. You want to fight it. Complain about how gross it is to get all your tears on him. But he shushes you gently and you can’t find the strength to try.

“Do you want to go downstairs?”

You nod again.

The world shifts as he sits up with you. He pries you off of him so he can stand up, but he doesn’t go far. He grabs his sweater off the ground and helps you put it on. Then he goes through your dresser for some clean underwear. He helps you stand and slides them on. You don’t open your eyes. You don’t want to see the darkness. So you hold onto his shoulders. You put all your trust into him, and he refuses to betray it.

He lifts you into his arms like you’re a damn princess. Usually, he’d throw you over his shoulder, but not this time. This time he’s careful, treating you with the utmost care as he carries you down the stairs and to the living room. With a wave of his fingers, the lights turn on, black and red left in its wake.

“It’s not dark anymore,” he promises as he sits down. You keep your face safely tucked into his neck. He rests his cheek on your head. His fingers go back to your hair. His other hand rubs patterns against your bare thigh.

After a while, your terror finally dissipates completely. You can see the light shining through your closed eyelids. Feel its subtle warmth against your skin. When you find the strength to open your eyes, the warm, comfortable ambiance of Sylus’s home greets you once more.

You use the sleeve of his sweater to wipe at your face. “I’m sorry.” Your voice cracks. You cringe with embarrassment. “It’s stupid, I know.”

He hums noncommittally. “Is this what you were telling me not to worry about?” he asks instead.

You nod. “I was looking at… at nightlights,” you admit in a murmur.

“What kind?”

“Hm?” You pull back to look up at him. He lets you, meeting your gaze with a soft seriousness. “What d’you mean?”

He smirks slightly, eyebrow quirking upward. “I mean, what kind of nightlight would you like, sweetie? Fairy lights, a wall light, one of those animal-shaped ones that glows…”

You frown and look away. “You’re teasing me, aren’t you?”

“I’m asking,” he cups your cheek and guides your face to look at him, “so I can buy you one. Now, will you tell me, or do I have to buy every single nightlight on the market?”

You laugh despite yourself. “I have it pulled up on my laptop…”

He grins. “Good.” He pulls you into a chaste kiss. “Don’t hesitate to buy it next time. Or to tell me what’s wrong. If there’s one thing I can’t stand, it’s a sad kitten.”

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Who Says Money Can't Buy Happiness? (Part 6)

Sylus x right hand man!reader

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | ao3

Summary: You can't have just one peaceful day, huh? Something had to go wrong after a good morning.

After a week or so of doing what Dr. Zayne had prescribed of you, you woke up more refreshed now, which is a good thing. Before you had left his office, you’d taken a hold of his number so that he could monitor your pulse. You confessed to him that it wasn’t necessarily your heart, but the pulse points at your wrists, which is probably the reason why he chose to keep in touch in the first place. Well, either that, or that he knew that you were close with MC, so if she ever contacted you first, you could tell him how she was doing.

So, he added that before sleeping, it would be a good idea to calm yourself down with a good book, and drink some camomile tea to soothe your nerves. It had you sleeping like a baby, and when you woke up, you felt better than you did yesterday.

You picked up your phone in order to update the doctor.

you

thanks for the recommendation of the tea, dr

feel much better now lol

It didn’t take long for him to reply back.

MC’s boyfriend probs

Anytime.

Just keep on calming yourself down before sleeping.

you

🫡

May your relationship with MC flourish  :333

MC’s boyfriend probs

???

You glanced outside, the red moon of the forever night brighter than usual. Today felt like a good day to take a walk along the N109 Zone’s border. It was a good in-between of the unusual home you had at the gleaming mornings of your day job. Plus, what’s a little exercise before going to work—

Wait. It was your day-off today. 

You let out joyous laughter, laying back down as you stared at the small chandelier just above your bed. Could this day get any better?

—--

You raised your arms high into the air, a sigh of satisfaction coming out from your lips. It had been a while since you decided to take a walk along the border, and honestly, it’s been a while too long.

You started off your pace slow, small steps as breathed in the fresh air blowing from Linkon City. You couldn’t help yourself when a little giggle left you, feeling your heart float. You weren’t quite sure where this sudden burst of giddiness came from, but you welcomed it all the same; when working for the most infamous leader, moments like this are hard to come by.

With this rare instance of peace and tranquility, you could tell that your heart began to beat slower than normal, understanding that you were relaxed for the first time in a couple months or so. The feeling of actually having the chance to rest was too liberating to give up, so you forced yourself not to think about Sylus, or MC, or Aries, or anything that could possibly give you stress or anxiety.

The soft wind ran through your hair, making it sway towards the N109 Zone’s side of the border. You couldn’t care less, though; not with the morning light kissing your cheeks.

Of course, however, given your misfortune, you felt a wave of metaflux surge around you, making you groan. You hadn’t even brought your best day-to-day weapon today! All you had strapped to you (since it was strapped to you at all times) was the simple gun that the Association provided you, a little more than half the ammo right beside it, and a small dagger knife Sylus had gifted you a long time ago.

You let out a groan of annoyance the moment your wrist beeped a warning. You didn’t know how you managed to convince your boss, but you barely wore your Hunter’s Watch; your ‘intuition’ (analyzation of surroundings and calculating possible routes of danger) being accurate enough for Jenna to trust you to not wear it. 

A tick of your jaw clicked in your ear, mimicking the sound of your gun cocking. Your eyes sharpened, darting around everywhere to scan the area for Wanderers. They were near, and attracted to the scent of a human after possible days of not being fed. Or perhaps they were hungry for something else.

The bushes behind you ruffled, causing you to whip your head and aim barely beside the shrub before shooting, just in time as the Wanderer’s failed retreat. It hissed in pain at the bullets, but locked its glare at you, making you purse your lips. It was a Herte Knave, and this specific kind of Knave usually came in groups…

You shot another bullet at its other leg, causing its knees to buckle. Quickly, you shot at its companion’s feet, which was stepping on scrapped metal. It ricocheted into its body, right into its heart. With a cry, it fell, and your attention focused on assessing how many Wanderers were around you.

… 1 at your 12:00—the one you just weakened, 1 at your 10:00—the one you had shot twice, 2 at your 4:00, and 3 at your 8:00, one of them being an Advanced Knave.

You could handle this. 

You were quick to run towards the Wanderer at your 12:00, persuading the other Wanderers to follow suit. Since most of them—aside from the Advanced one—were melee, they took your bait, rushing towards you at full speed. You stepped on the Herte Knave below you, making it scream and squelch as the last of its life drained out of it. And just as the other Knaves were about to attack,

You swiftly move backwards, causing all 5 of them to collide with one another. In their dazed state—as quick as that was—you aimed at the Advanced Knave, easily dodging its ranged attacks. 

You targeted the Advanced Knave immediately, knowing that if you were close enough, most of its attacks would be rendered useless. With one hand, you carried the Hunter’s gun, and in the other, you unsheathed Sylus’ dagger, its beautiful Damascus Steel blade glinting before you sank it into the chest of the Wanderer, making it screech. You could hear the other Wanderers charging at you already, and you rolled your eyes at the nuisance. 

Your foot kicked the Wanderer down, effectively slipping the dagger out of its flesh cleanly. It stayed there as the monster struggled to get out of your weight on that foot, and you made sure to shoot it in its head before shooting the other Wanderers in their hearts. Some of them fell immediately, but the remaining two were resilient; it may be better to kill them with the dagger.

And so you did.

With a stomp to ensure that the Wanderer you had just killed with a headshot remained dead, you used that as leverage to speed up your sprint towards the two Knaves, dagger easily stabbing through their throats. As they fell down to their demise, your melee weapon was difficult to wrench out of one of their necks, leaving it there.

And with the final gush of their blood, the Wanderers were finally killed and dead for good, and you heaved in a sigh. Great, now you have to wash your dagger again. You kneeled down at the Herte Knave with the dagger in its neck, placing your gun back in its holster. Its tip felt hot against your thigh despite the thick elastic fabric distinguishing it from your bare skin. 

Then, out of nowhere, you felt a sharp pain slicing through your other thigh, making you let out a guttural scream. You turned towards the other Wanderer, whose sword was about to cleanly cut your leg in half vertically. It was quick when you stabbed it one more time in its heart, and it dropped slack, no more resistance in its bones. 

Fuck, you could barely even stand with how much pain you were in. you had no choice but to remove your shirt, using your already bloodied dagger to stab a hole into it, making you able to rip it into long strips. With careful and shaky hands, you wrapped it around your thigh, and you cursed when the wound was too big for your shirt to fully cover it. But this will have to do for now. Even if you could already see the blood seeping out of the makeshift bandage.

You didn’t even realize your eyes were tearing up until you tried to stand up. With a loud curse, your knees buckled, causing you to kneel once more. The impact of your knees hitting the hard ground traveled to your thigh, making you suck in a breath at the pain. You had to use something as a temporary cane… Ah, yes, the sword that sliced you in the first place would do.

You stood up with great effort, wincing and groaning throughout it. You placed the blunt end of the sword under your armpit as support, the tip of it digging into the dry dirt of the borders securely. 

How far was home from here again?

—--

You quietly (as quietly as a person with a severe wound could) entered through the staff door that was tucked away somewhere in the back of Sylus’ base. A lot of the people there looked at you, clearly and rightfully alarmed, but you raised a shaky hand, pinching your pointer and thumb and running it across your lips, telling them to not speak a word. 

They preferred you more than Sylus, anyway.

And with that, you were able to go to one of the vacant labs deep underground in Sylus’ base, immediately grabbing all of the tools needed to properly dress your wound. The staff knowing about your condition was inevitable, given they would notice the soiled shirt in the trash anyway. However, you did not want any of Sylus’ doctors to know; they reported everything to him. At least with the staff, you could plead to them to stay silent, but his doctors were relentless.

You sat down on one of the high tables, placing the leg with a wound on its thigh on a stool. The materials were right beside you, but you were just staring at the dripping blood pooling beneath your leg. You had to force yourself to not let any of your tears drip as your wound stung terribly, the flesh around it pulsating as your body desperately tried to fend off any potential infections from dressing the wound in unsanitary ‘bandages’. With shaky and slightly numb hands, you put on latex gloves. This shouldn’t hurt so much; you’ve been through worse. But you were usually under some kind of numbing agent, or under actual good hospital care provided by the Association. Nobody cared if you screamed until your lungs gave out.

But you couldn’t do that now.

Keep yourself quiet, keep yourself quiet, you chided, hissing when you began cleaning the wound, first with unscented, mild soap and water, and then Isopropyl alcohol. It solicited a small whimper from you, and you had to grab a towel from somewhere to bite down on it, muffling any slight noises you made. 

You took a deep breath, staring at the thread and needle in your hands. Could you really do this without anesthesia?

The first stitch that had penetrated you almost made you scream, your hand tensing against the needle driver. You bit down on the towel so hard you couldn’t feel any saliva in your mouth anymore. Push through.

You were glad that you were taught how to suture wounds by Sylus’ doctors long ago. It wasn’t mandatory at all, since you knew that Sylus would most probably just carry you to the nearest doctor that was available. But you insisted on learning, if ever something like this happens. If ever you planned on ‘escaping’ and suddenly found yourself injured.

The thought of you even considering escaping distracted you a little, as it made you giggle a bit. 5 years ago and you were still thinking of leaving such a luxurious place like this. 

You had 3 stitches tied and secured already. But with how big the slash was, you had assumed you needed… 8 more?

The more you worked against yourself, the more you could feel your stomach churn and your forehead dampen. The area burned white with how much it stung, especially after the endless amount of times you punctured yourself with the sharpest needle on Earth.

Well, it wasn’t. But it might as well be without anesthesia.

Finally, after a slow 10 minutes and painful trudges through the necessary procedure, it was stitched. Finally, it was stitched. 

The room was deathly silent, only making the ringing of your ears even more piercing. Your hand slipped slightly with how it was slowly losing its grip, but you managed to place a long strip of gauze over the now neat, clean wound, though slightly jagged from the Wanderer’s sword. Your mouth was dry, your tongue flat against the cloth in your mouth, and you bit down even harder.

Your blood soaked through the first piece of gauze too easily. Too quickly. With a muted curse, you placed another strip, but this time with more conviction; you were slowly regaining your grip.

And so, you grabbed the bandage, finally easily able to wrap it around your thigh. The process was slow, painstaking, and you wouldn’t have been able to deny the times you would force yourself to peel your eyes away from your wound to let your liquid pain drip down onto the cold lab table. 

Two more wrap-arounds and you were finished. Two more wrap-arounds and you were finished. Two more…

You swallowed thickly as you removed the towel in your mouth, sweat beading your forehead. The corners of your vision began to glitch, your physical exhaustion consuming you. But you had to push through; you were already done dressing your wound up. Quietly. Discreetly. Alone. 

It took you a while to clean everything up, to remove the smell of blood from the room. You had grabbed a broom to place under your armpit once more and walked towards your room, which took another 20 minutes. Luckily, throughout the way there, a couple of servants had helped you, though secretly. It was like they didn’t want you to know.

But there wasn’t really anything that could get past your eyes.

—--

The moment you opened the door to your room, you noticed a small plate of your favorite food on your nightstand, still clearly fresh. A smile placed itself on your face; of course the chef knew, too.

You sat down on your bed, the mattress dipping. You didn’t hesitate to take a bite of your food, sighing in pleasure when you tasted the familiar sense of warmth spreading around your body. You laid down to rest your back on the headrest, a hand going down to your bed. There was a file on it, something you didn’t notice through the daze of blood loss you just went through. 

You skimmed through it, right wrist beeping softly at the new information. So that’s what Sylus wanted to do…

Something uneasy and unsettling bubbled in your stomach. Not out of jealousy, though, no, totally not. But rather out of concern for MC’s health. How is Sylus so sure she can handle a mission like this?

You needed to reason out with him, surely.

…

Could you walk like this?

—--

The gunshot was what made you narrow your eyes, your hand hesitant on the door handle. Was there a special client he had to have taken care of in his bedroom ? You knew you shouldn’t doubt your boss as just his subordinate, but when have you ever actually taken that role as serious as that?

So, you opened the door, ready to dispose of a dead body despite your leg, when all of a sudden,

“Oh.” Your heart sank even if you had forced your body not to. Sylus was on top of MC in just his robe, pinning her wrists down. A pink cloud that had the words ”LOVE” written in it was right above them, making your mouth dry.

Sylus cocked his head ever so slightly when he heard your voice, and he raised a brow. “Darling, you should know when to knock.” There was that stupid teasing tone when he spoke, as if taunting you to go batshit crazy.

MC, who came to the conclusion that you two were probably an item of some sort (well, what should she have assumed when he called you darling?), looked rather distressed, immediately pushing Sylus off (or at least attempting to). “Wait! Wait, Nyx, this isn’t what it looks like! I-I needed to get a brooch so I could go to the next auctio—”

“I’m sorry for bothering you both,” your voice hung low with forced professionalism as you bowed your head softly, closing the door

Sylus’ grip weakened at your words, disappointed that you had submitted so easily to what was going on. MC wasn’t having it, though, so the moment she felt his grip against your wrists falter, she slipped away with agility, running towards the door whilst shouting your ‘name’. But it was too late; when she opened the door, you were already gone.

So after she closed the door again, she stood there, anger boiling under her skin. And before Sylus could even sneak in a snarky remark, she marched towards him, making him tilt his head. 

And to say that Sylus was caught off guard was an understatement.

MC’s slap barely made him turn his head, but it still stung nonetheless. He could tell she was fuming, especially since he’d never seen her this mad so far.

“You did not tell me Nyx was your lover .” She said in a low voice, as if restraining herself from doing anything bad. “Why do you treat her like she’s just one of your lowly workers?” Sylus opened his mouth to speak, but MC cut him off with a finger. “And why did you do something so suggestive when you had a girlfriend this entire time?”

“You were the one trying to look for the brooch in my bedroom.” He calmly stated, crossing his arms. “And she is not my lover.”

MC scoffed, rolling her eyes. “I only wanted to steal that damn brooch because I need it to go around the N109 Zone. Didn’t you tell me that yourself? Plus, you were the one insisting that I find it instead of just giving it to me. And I don’t believe she’s your lover. Your grip weakened when she came in. Surely that means something , right?”

Her grasp of the brooch tightened. “The auction isn’t that far from now, and as of the moment, I will go with you. That never changed. But,” she glanced at the door, pursing her lips. “Know your boundaries, Sylus.”

She left the room, pinning the brooch onto her shirt by herself before slamming the door, leaving Sylus in his bedroom, for once speechless.

—--

The tears that came from your eyes were not from the wound you had gotten an hour or three ago. Rather, it came from a more internal wound.

You clicked your tongue as tears dripped onto the dark hallway, MC’s voice quieting the more you walked away. The adrenaline of it all began to wear off, making you lose your balance slightly. You hugged the wall to your left with a thud, but it only hit your thigh, making you seethe in pain. Angry tears blurred your vision, but even with that, you were able to make out the two familiar figures, as well as their voices.

“(Name)!” Luke exclaimed, hooking your arm around his shoulders. “Hey, hey, hey, what’s going on? Are you okay?” He pried you off of the wall, and you nodded your head, taking a deep breath. “I’m fine,” you replied, but the quiver in your voice gave you away.

Kieran glanced at the way you kept your left leg on your toes instead of flat against the floor. He was quick to do the same that Luke did with your other arm, essentially making the pressure against your leg alleviate just a bit. “But you don’t look fine. Is there something wrong with your leg—”

“I said I’m fine.” You snapped, taking a sharp inhale before speaking again to keep your composure. “I… I had a little fight with Wanderers a couple hours ago, and my leg is…”

“Bleeding?” Kieran asked you, making you narrow your eyes and tilt your head. “Well, technically. But what do you mean?”

“Well,” Luke stared at your left thigh. “It’s—It’s bleeding. Like seeping through your clothes.”

“What? ” You quickly glanced at your leg and realized that you probably pulled a couple of stitches, making you hiss at the realization. Fuck, that means you’d have to redo everything all over again. 

You bit your lip when the twins sat you down on your bed (you weren’t sure how you didn’t notice the walk there) before looking at them. “You two know how to suture, right?”

They nodded hesitantly, exchanging glances with each other. 

“Get the supplies, especially the anesthesia, or a numbing agent, no matter how mild it is. Please. ”

@readerxyourbabe

[lushlovers]

Jamie, J Burrow

summary; he just misses her.

warnings; heavy angst, alcohol abuse, swearing, mentions of bars and driving under the influence, talk of loss of loved one's. all around sad stuff.

word count; 1k

note; this is inspired by one of my favorite songs at the moment, Jamie by Zach Bryan ft. Charles Wesley Godwin, feel free to listen as you read for the best experience. i did cut it short because i'm not killing off joe, sue me.

please let me know if i missed anything in the warnings and if any of the warnings mentioned above may even slightly trigger you, please skip this work. there will be a fluffy one-shot of the burrow's coming soon for those who choose not to read. <333

There ain't much a war when it's 4:34 With the man you were before that bar door.

This Joe wasn't who he used to be. Drowning his sorrows in whiskey or any hard alcohol he could get his lips on was never his way of grief. Never had he ever been such a heavy drinker in all of his time in this world. He doesn't even like to drink. But love drives people to do the unimaginable, unfortunately for him, Joe Burrow was no exception to that fact.

No one loves you enough to give you a ride and your cars sittin' right outside, Oh, Jamie

Given the time no one was answering his calls and he wasn't in the right might set to find any friends who were willing to go with him and be the designated driver. Joe's made a few mistakes in his life, drunk driving was never on the list of those. He learned from a young age that was never a good decision.

Keep your tires between the ditches And your eyes peeled on the road.

Unknowingly, Joe swerved the expensive BMW that used to belong to his wife, driving it gave him a slight sense of relief. He used to always drive it, never alone though, she always in the passenger seat. She never liked being away from him, always loving just being in his presence.

There's two more minutes before you're back home.

The bar he chose to drown his feelings in drinking at was just seven minutes from their his expensive home. Going back there was always dreaded, especially knowing the one he once loved wouldn't be snuggled up in his clothes waiting on his arrival. He's not sure how he's driven the five minutes, his minds more clouded by liquor than it's ever been.

Don't 103 feel so free? You always loved the revelry Oh, Jamie

His wife was always one to get him out of his comfort zones, introducing him to new things. One thing she could never get him into was partying. She always used to tell him about the parties she had went to when they were back in high school, Joe never could imagine jeopardizing his nearly spotless career, so he settling for story telling.

The flashing red and blue in a cracked rear view.

"Goddammit," he murmured, pressing his foot down a bit harder as the cop's light flashes along his clammy face. As if his life could get anymore difficult, the last thing he needs is a DUI charge against him. The cracks of her rear view mirror obstructed his line of sight ever so slightly, he remembers the call he got from her stressed about the crack in her mirror. He was quick to reassure that it was the cold or something.

He remembers the smile he once owned.

Joe used to be the happiest man on the planet. He had a great upbringing, the perfect wife, a baby on the way, anything a man could ever ask for and then some. There was almost never any complaints from him about anything. He was simply content all the time. He used to smile until his cheeks would hurt, now the only expression he made was when the burn of his drink of choice hit him.

But he ain't gonna stop for any cop, from here to damn near Wichita County.

If he gets caught in this act. his excuse'll be that there was no where to pull off. There's no way he could pull him over in this area, maybe he'll understand how close he is to the neighborhood? What Joe couldn't seem the grasp was the fact that he was driving so dangerously, the cop who saw him to he was out of his mind and needed to be stopped immediately.

I'll go tonight, boys. I don't mean no harm. I just miss my lovin' lady and layin' in her arms. (2x)

The only thing his mind was on was her and the baby girl who he never got to properly meet or hold. His girls.

'Cause there's a tombstone hidden in a place that he don't visit.

Every time he took the tiny dirt road back to the secluded place he chose to lay them, his heart broke impossibly more. Life could never be the same for him, everyone knew it. The funeral gutted him from the inside out, seeing her their completely lifeless made his breath catch. Panic set in pretty quickly and all he saw was black.

Where the love of his life was laid to rest, he'll make it there by dusk that is where they'll draw their guns, Oh, Jamie.

He felt heavy, like he was carrying burden on him at all times or maybe he was the burden. His eyes blurred with tears that he was quick to wipe away. The blue and red lights followed him the entire way to his destination, no shock there though.

Cause this life ain't worth livin' if the love that you've been given is taken before you are.

There was nothing left for him. No one to come home to, no one to call his own, no one to run his mouth about to his friends. nothing, just a canyon in not only his heart but his soul. Nothing could fill this, no amount of booze or therapy could fix the pain he felt at this time. He's tried it all and failed every single fucking time.

Now Jamie is dancin' and spinnin' around his baby in the stars.

He had this analogy. That they were watching him, dancing around in the clouds and painting every sunset to keep him going. Even the simplest of tasks felt impossible in his situation.

I'll go tonight, boys. I don't mean no harm. I just miss my lovin' lady and layin' in her arms. (2x)

[misskittyhart]

Heart On A Leash

Content warning: violence/language

The night was coming as the sky darkened the streets. Lamp lights bursting into life humming filling the busy streets of the pride district. The glimmering lights of high fashion businesses filled the dark streets with a sense of life. Casting golden lights onto black pavement.

Of corse Kitty found herself here picking up a new suit from Alastor’s tailor. He always sent her on these little tasks as he was far to busy to bother with such mundane things. Of corse she has to do what ever he asks, he snaps his fingers and she quickly goes into getting what ever he asks completed in a speedy and accurate manner. Her contract had been signed years ago, signing her soul away for powers to protect herself in the war zone that was hell.

She was a visage to behold in these modern times, looking as if she had stepped off the pages of a 1920s fashion magazine. Wearing a layered chiffon green dress, and a pair of short heels. Her hair wild and free bright auburn in color. It was only tamed slightly by a matching green head band. Her large fox ears were perked and flicked listening to various sounds around her as she moved carrying his suit. Sinners gave her passing glances, mostly that of lust. She rolled her eyes. *try me* she thought.

She was eager to get back to the hotel, where it was safe. Kitty much rather preferred going out with Alastor. People fled from him, and she didn’t have to worry about being bothered. She kept alert turning a corner.

A large wolf sinner cornered her suddenly “well well what’s the hurry baby?”

Her red eyes narrowed looking up at him. “Pardon you.” She said slipping out and away from him. She felt a hand on her wrist jerking her back

“I wasn’t done talkin with you sugar. Where you headed so fast?” He grinned showing rows of sharp teeth.

Even in this life men didn’t know how to obey the word no. She bared her fangs. “I said. Pardon you.”

“Oh hohoh feisty. I can get with that” he grinned down at her. She felt his hands on her hips and she bristled. Oh hell no.

She leaned setting Alastor’s suit aside. Her bracelet she wore hummed and emitted static sounds. *yeah yeah I’ll be quick. I got this one* she could tell Alastor was spying on her sensing danger.

In a flash kitty had a knife in her hand and at the larger sinner’s throat “when a lady says no, and you go ahead and touch her anyway~ there’s really no other solution “ she laughed. In a flash she felt blood spray in her face. Her eyes were dark. The sinner stumbled back grabbing at his throat. He fell back onto the ground. Her heel pressed into his throat as she snarled down at him. “Don’t fuck with the radio demon.” Was all she said before spitting on him.

She put her knife away. She grabbed his suit and stood collecting her self “trash~” she said stepping over his body as he died. Hell was so much like Earth sometimes.

The magic eye radio bracelet around her wrist crackled with static and faintly she could hear through it “kitty~”

She sighed “I know. I know…..you said no distractions. I know you have the meeting tonight with the Overlords.”

She would more than likely receive and ear full for being late, but it was worth it to put that sinner down. Before long she found herself entering the radio tower connected to the hotel. Closing the door behind her she was greeted with “you’re late”

“I’m sorry there was this sinner who cornered me and was getting handsy.” She said sighing. “I did not get blood on your suit.” She said handing it over to him.

Alastor looked down at her his eyes heavy lidded like he was judging her. His grind widened on his face “you always did look rather pretty in crimson~” he said in a flirtatious tone.

Well he seemed amused. So maybe no talking to this time. “I know how much you love red darling~” she smirked. She moved into the hall way from the office area. She sighed softly heading into the bathroom. When she killed he always made her come in through the radio tower as not to startle Charlie. She pursed her lips “kitty….what am I gonna do with you.” She mused. Grabbing a cloth she began to wash her face of blood making sure it get every drop. Sensing his presence in the door way her eyes looked behind her in the mirror.

He was standing there grinning “hm. There you go. I need you to be ready in ten minutes to come take notes for me.” His tone sounded a little tired.

“You didn’t sleep again did you.” She said turning to face him scolding him as if he were a child.

His ears flicked at her chastising words. “I have a lot on my plate right now, Cher”

“You need sleep otherwise your brain won’t work.” She sighed heavily “alright give me a few minutes.” She walked past him. He grinned at her. She made her way into the small kitchen area and started brewing coffee.

How could he miss out on sleep again? He wouldn’t be sharp for the meeting today. *stubborn idiot* she thought to herself. She stood at the counter listening to the coffee maker boil and hiss.

Alastor came into the kitchen again watching her curious.

“Have you nothing more pressing than following me around, darling~” she said teasing him

He grinned towering over her “oh but darling. It is my utmost duty to pester you at all times~”

Kitty let out a groan. She pinched the bridge of her nose “you can do that but not sleep?” She said clicking her tongue to her teeth.

She felt his finger under her chin suddenly lifting her gaze to his. He smirked down at her his eyes burning into hers. Her face flushed lightly at the sudden act

“Hmmm.” His eyes bore into her. His hand caresses her face lightly “seems you have missed a spot. Getting sloppy, darling~” he teased. He loved pushing her buttons.

She smacked his hand away her face flushed. He simply laughed at the reaction. She poured him a coffee and shoved it into his hands “asshole.” She said before storming off to change. Her face felt heated.

Alastor simply cackled as she stormed off. He took the coffee and started sipping it. “Thanks darling~”

[starry-night333]

This one’s written in the narrative and perspective of phantom

Warnings: mistreating ghouls

After hours of talking with him I had to leave, I didn’t want to but I also didn’t want to stress papa out more then he already is. I wave goodbye to my new friend and tell them ill see them tomorrow. Once I get back to the practice room Swiss sees how I was zoning out as I tuned my guitar. “Hey ant, you doing ok today? You seem kinda outta it” Swiss asked me, I look up to him snapping out of the trance my mind had me in. “Hm? Oh, umm..yeah I’m all good….do you know of ghouls that, uhh, glow in the dark?” I ask him sounding more nervous than I meant to. “Oh, water ghouls? Has rain not told you about deep sea water ghouls before? You know how rain likes to brag about his element every now and then.” Swiss tells me before messing up my hair and walking to his makeshift mini stage. “I need to talk to rain!” I whisper to myself before getting up to my side of the practice stage. Practice felt like forever for once and I think the others could tell it was bothering me. After what felt like forever practice ended and I rush off to put my guitar away so I could catch up to rain, todays was his off day so sodo had offered to put his guitar up for him. Rain was already a good bit down the hall when I catch up to him panting from running. “You ok phant?” Rain asks me slowing down his walking, “I- haah- I wanted to ask you- huhh- shit- about deep sea ghouls.” I finally was able to spit out panting heavily. “Oh, sure, but I do wanna know why you wanna know, you can tell me back in my room if its like some kind of secret.” Rain says to me, he sounded slightly curious but willing to tell me. After a few minutes of walking and talking about random things we finally get to rains room, the lights where a lot more dark and had something covering them to make them a different color, it was like being underwater but not. I sit down on one of rains chairs in his mini living room, it was a cool little area, I hadnt thought of making a mini living room in my room before. Thats beside the point though, once rain sits down on his couch he asks me “so, what’s got you interested in deep sea ghouls all of a sudden? You usually dont care for this kind of thing.” I look over to rain almost jumping before saying “you remember the ghoul that was summoned a few weeks ago?” Rain looks at me thinking for a second, “wait, wait, are you saying the ghoul that we all where told was feral and dangerous, is not only a deep sea water ghoul, but also not so dangerous?” He says to me. “Yeah, he’s not at all what she said, they’re really nice, and funny, but they-“ rain cuts me off before I could finish “sensitive to light?” Rain finished fore me. “Yeah, I brought a lot of blankets down there to block out light and when they opened their eyes they stared at me like they had never seen a ghoul like me before” I pause for a bit before continuing “h-he also was glowing, the colors where so pretty but so dull, l-like they are sick, or hurt” I move my legs up in the chair hugging them now thinking about it more. Rain takes a second to think, “ant, dont freak out when I tell you this ok?” I nod looking towards rain instead of the floor. “That is a deep sea ghoul, they aren’t usually on the surface, like ever, he is probably hurt, what colors did he glow?” Rain asked me, I take a moment to think before responding “I think…purple blue and..red, does that mean anything?” I say hoping I remember correctly. “Okay, so they are hurt…I’ve got a idea, ok? But you’ve got to trust me” rain gets up and goes to his bathroom looking for stuff. “O-ok? But what are you going to do?” I ask confused. “Im going to help, you just have to trust me”

[kaz-identified]

kaz-identified presents...

Wastelander

Feature Character: Warlord Odysseus Ashford Category: Oneshot Genre: Freeform Rating: 16+ Warnings: Slightly suggestive narration and dialogue. Nothing graphic or even particularly suggestive, but reader digression advised Word Count: Summary: Stay out of the eagle's path.

I spent my nights on melting snow

There is no good reason to enter the Wasteland Rift. The endlessly snowy expanse between the Plaguelands and the sea, once called Russia, was nothing but ruins, enemies, and cold. Maybe there was something worthwhile in the Moscow Dead Zone, but beyond that, it wasn't worth it. The House of Falcons ruled the area with an iron grip, and the few brave enough to defy them proved far more dangerous than any of the beasts or Fallen in the area.

But if there was some reason, whatever it may be, to enter the Wasteland Rift, there are a handful of rules any Lightbearer stupid enough to traverse the area needs to learn.

Chief among them, is under no circumstance should you enter the Wasteland Rift. Never miss the same shot twice. You'll die in the space between the second and third. Avoid the House of Falcons. They'll kill you and your Ghost. Watch the snow. There are drifts that'll swallow you whole if you step into them. Watch for the wild animals. They'll tear you apart given the chance. Never enter Lord Odysseus of the Rift's hunt ground.

One particularly unfortunate Lightbearer learned this final rule from the Lord himself.

He spotted them coming a mile away, bright red against the snow, like a splash of blood. He watched as they approached the ruins, perched atop, waiting until they were nearby to drop down.

He grabbed the New Light by the shoulder. "Don't move a muscle if you value your life," he snapped, twisting their arms. He slammed them against the wall, knocking their breath out of their lungs with the force.

"The hell brought you to the Rift?" he demanded. He had one hand holding their arms behind their back and another pressing a gun to their head.

The Lightbearer stutters slightly, unable to speak for a moment, too shocked at the sudden attack.

Odysseus slams them into the wall. "ANSWER," he snaps with malicious impatience.

"I- I came looking for loot. I heard the Moscow Dead Zone hadn't really been picked thr-" they stammered out.

Odysseus cuts them off with a kick to the leg. "Bad idea. You're in House of Falcons territory. And more importantly, mine." He leans in to their face, the cold sting of the air mingling with the warmth of his breath as he growled out a warning. “Stay out of my hunting grounds unless you want to become my next piece of prey,” he hissed through gritted teeth.

He steps back, releasing his hold by pushing them to the ground. “I won’t be so kind next time. So preserve what’s left of your worthless life, and start running,” he growled, standing over them with the menace of an experienced predator.

He kicked a gun towards them, his face twisted in a look between disgust, rage, and pity. “Or stay,” he added, voice low like an animal growling at it's prey. “And I sink my teeth into your throat.” The way he spoke, it sounded like he was offering some kind of favor or mercy.

The Lightbearer scrambled to grab the weapon and ran.

Odysseus huffed, watching them leave. Running like a rabbit from an eagle.

Good. The less in the Rift the better.

There is no good reason to enter the Wasteland Rift.

[spicy-melon]

What Remains of the Night | Illinois x GN!Reader

Chapter 3

MASTERPOST

Warnings: possession (not reader), self-doubt/intrusive thoughts, pining

A/N: >:)

When a god’s domain is less revered, when sacrifices are made less and less, and when the very thing the god represents is shunned — the god weakens.

That’s the first thing you’re told as a god when your powers are bestowed upon you. And Night never thought he’d see what that truly meant. 

The night is something that should be revered, a time of peace and rest, a time for joy and pleasure. But of course, that wasn’t what it was viewed as. 

Fueled by tales of monsters lurking in the dark, the dangers of violence under the cover of darkness, the unknown, night time for mortals had just transformed into waiting in bated breath for the Sun to return, shaking in fear.

And the perception of his domain only got worse with the advent of modern technology. The stars in the sky were blocked by the light and smog of their advancements, and people stayed awake, almost as if the sacred time didn’t exist anymore. If he could feel his power draining before, now it was just a flicker.

Once, he was worshipped enough to have countless temples built. Today, only one is still standing. Even that structure has crumbled. Held together by what was left of Night’s powers, as well as an ancient artifact from the days beyond, and a few foundation rocks.

That was all the god had left until two visitors appeared one day.

***

Illinois woke in a cold sweat.

He had a dream about… them again. Lately, his dreams are always either about them, or violent nightmares enveloped in darkness. He desperately wants to forget the ones where those two overlap, but he can’t escape them.

Blinking wearily as he fully awoke in his unkempt apartment, reaching for his glasses and rubbing the bridge of his nose. He woke with a headache, again, and a glance at the empty side of his bed seemed to only make it worse.

It had been a couple of weeks since the incident at the ancient temple, and he missed waking up next to them, even if it only happened once. The night and morning felt peaceful again with them by his side. Now it was just…

The god, deity, spirit, whatever it was that took a hold of him and puppeted him in that temple had the mercy to let them go. At least, physically.

And no matter how much better he seemed with them, he still felt something he couldn’t shake. Something dangerous, lurking just beneath the surface of his skin. And who was he to burden them with that?

His wonderful partner didn’t need to know about the random flashes of red his eyes would take sometimes when he glanced in the mirror too quickly. How he had felt more exhausted than usual since the encounter. How he would sometimes zone out and find his body doing things he didn’t explicitly tell it to. He figured he was just sleepwalking and not getting good rest, or at least that’s what his brain wanted to believe. He didn’t want to worry them, or worse, hurt them.

He lazily got dressed and headed for the same destination he seemed to spend all his time at the last few days: the university library.

“Ah, Dr. Jones! Back at the books, huh? Applying for another Ph.D.?” The man at the front desk chuckled.

“Very funny, Gary. This place still closes at the normal time right? Holidays and all.”

“Yep, we’re kept here like hostages.” The man let out, a way too cheerful tone for the words he was saying as he raised his cup to the professor.

Illinois scoffed lightheartedly as he made his way through the large library. He traced a path to his usual spot, in the corner of one of the study areas by a window. Sunshine always helped him feel better.

And he was there until the sun was low in the sky, having to adjust as the bright rays of golden hour blinded his eyes at more than a few points, making him groan in frustration every time. He even contemplated wearing his sunglasses indoors.

He’s knee-deep into reading about ancient Hinduism and its spirits, looking for anything pertaining to red glowing eyes, possession, or some of the weird markings he vaguely remembers being on the temple wall before —

“Hey, you” a light punch to the arm accompanied the voice that was like music to his ears. You. “Avoiding me, huh?”

Closing the giant book he had laid out amongst his notes, he turn and smiled in the direction you were standing at the table and gave a soft greeting in return.

“So…. whatcha workin’ on?” you ask, eyes scanning across the pile in front of your partner.

“Just.. research,” he tried to wave it off dismissively.

"Ah, top secret. I get it,” you say teasingly through a soft laugh, “Come on, what are you reading? You look like you're drowning in it.”

“Something for the department, that’s all. Pretty boring actually.”

A soft hum left your lips as he felt his shoulders unconsciously slump. You bought the lie, thank goodness. He wasn’t ready to explain everything happening to him just yet.

“Well… I was just here returning some textbooks. It’s been a while, you wanna grab some coffee? My treat.”

God, of course, I do. I miss you so much. Just hearing your voice for the first time in what feels like forever is making everything seem normal again.

He might have looked too long because you add on an explanation from misinterpreting his reluctance “Oh I know it’s late, but I’ve gotta stay up anyway to finish this religion paper,” you glance back at him from checking your watch with a bashful smile.

Try as he might, he can’t say no to it.

The coffee place you picked is quaint, just a small little spot downtown, a few minutes' walk away from the library. The two of you strode side by side in the setting sun catching up on mundane things. You sat opposite one another once you arrived and placed your orders, content in the blissful stillness of the nearly empty patio while the street lamps switched on around you.

You eventually broke the silence, "So... I've been trying to reach you these last few weeks, everything ok?"

The worry in your voice made his heart flip and twist into something painful. There was no good option here. But he knew he was picking the lesser of the two evils.

"Yeah sorry about that, I've been busy with --"

Illinois is cut off by a pained noise that seems to surprise him. Sucking in through his teeth like he just burned himself and he pinches the bridge of his nose trying to alleviate the pain behind his eyes.

“Illi?”

He catches your glance, red embers in his eyes that weren’t present a few moments ago.

“Hello again, pet.”

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Here’s what I’ve learned:

They issue these warnings on a county scale; the county I live in is a little under 1000 square miles. The area I care about on most days is maybe 1 square mile so I have a .1% chance that information is relevant to me. Now, after 30 years I’ve learned a bit about the weather patterns for the area so I know how to scale the weather accordingly (light drizzle? For north and south of me. Light rain? I’ll get a drizzle. Etc.)

What has helped me learn when to be concerned (you know, besides my eyes) is that my job required me to sign up for a red alert account because that’s how they issue weather related delays and closing information to employees. I was able to put my house and my work locations in and while the county’s getting an 8am to 1pm severe weather alert, I’ll get a text saying “severe weather alert for x location from 11:15am to 11:50am” then I’ll know if that location will be in the danger zone and when. And from experience, it’s pretty damn accurate.

weather apps are like SEVERE THUNDERSTORM WARNING!! REMAIN INDOORS UNTIL actually it’s gonna drizzle lol sike. SEVERE THUNDERSTORM WARNING. it may not rain actually. 9 INCHES OF RAIN INCOMING. 10% chance of rain. THIS STORM WILL BLOW YOUR COCK STRAIGHT OFF

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Forklift Safety Lights: You Must Choose but Choose Wisely

The forklift safety lights can bring a massive difference to the operational safety at industries and increase the efficiency of workplaces. These tools have a robust built and are tailor-made to mitigate the odds of forklift accidents and thrust productivity. Any good forklift safety solution provider must extend a complete range of safety tools under one roof to ensure all-round security of its client business, just as UAE’s number safety ranger SharpEagle does. Keep reading today’s blog to know all about forklift safety lights!‍

➢ Why Is Forklift Safety Light a Must for Your Business?

‍Forklifts have been a savior for the construction industry. However, it can prove to be a bane instead of a boon if it keeps causing huge losses in a million for the multiple accidents at the workplace. The trouble must end or else your business can never see the face of profit with the increased operational efficiency that forklifts bring. SharpEagle has manufactured and curated well-researched and advanced, premium quality forklift safety solutions to create a safe ecosystem for various industrial sectors globally. The vast range of products includes safety surveillance devices, anti-collision solutions, radar devices, fork view surveillance devices, and many advanced tools to ensure uninterrupted industry activities.

The right tools imply growth in production manifold and create a safe zone for workers and heavy machines even in rugged and combustible factories. Reports show how forklift safety lights have brought down accidents substantially, preventing collision between pedestrians/ operators and forklifts, and have helped promote a secure and healthy work culture, yielding higher profit!

‍➢ Forklift Safety Lights: Catalogue

‍Forklifts brought a revolution to many industries but with it came along the deadliest industrial accidents in history. SharpEagle created a vast range of Forklift safety lights to prevent every possibility of injuries and accidents. Their high-tech devices ensure all-round safety at the workplace. These lights have been engineered to provide maximum visibility to the operators and pedestrians. Better visibility not only ensures security but can also double up productivity in a couple of weeks post-installation.

‍The premium pocket-friendly products by SharpEagle that can give your business the safest ecosystem are:

‍• Forklift ArcLight:

‍ The arc lights at SharpEagle are manufactured using rubberized wires made of silicon that works well in extreme temperature fluctuations. These devices last long owing to their robust built. The casts are made of an aluminum alloy, and the housing prevents the light from damages or corrosion. The other best feature of the Forklift Arclight is tempered glass which is water, dust, and quakeproof. All devices use high-power LED lights with minimal power consumption.

• Forklift Red Danger Light:

SharpEagle’s Forklift Red zone warning lights have red or blue LEDs that can work seamlessly in extreme temperatures ranging from -40 degrees Celsius up to 80 degrees Celsius. Moreover, six bright lights are used in one tool for premium clarity at the time of accidents or danger. The arc lights are 150*60*57 mm in size, and the product comes with a top-notch battery shelf life of around 50000 hours.

• Forklift Laser Guiding System:

This device comes with a laser beam. This beam works as an indicator of the actual fork position, which helps in multiplying the warehouse security, raising the production level, and minimizing the device damage and transportation time. Forklift laser light is used to ensure safety while lifting heavy materials. SharpEagle has infused remote control facilities and has over 70 hours of life after one recharge. The devices also come with one year warranty.

• Forklift Blue Spot Light:

‍ The Forklift blue spotlights are made of an aluminum alloy that makes the casting durable. The LED light comes in a tampered glass box. The emission is blue or red rays. The product has one year warranty. The tool is also waterproof, quakeproof, and has a dustproof caging.

• Forklift Warning Light:

The warning light is engineered to alert the pedestrian or the operator about the impending danger. This device sends an alarm at the possibility of any collision. The equipment comes with a high-power LED chain light and a highly durable tempered glass exterior. This device also has water, dust, and quakeproof casing. The casing is made of aluminum alloy, which helps radiate the excess heat and keeps the device temperature under control. The Forklift warning light at SharpEagle comes with two years warranty.

• Overhead Crane Light:

The cranes are mobile and often threaten pedestrians with high risks of collision. The overhead crane warning lights are a boon in reducing such accidents. The crane light is a 72W LED power with easy adjustment and a mounting facility. The device is extremely easy to install. The body is robust and durable and can work seamlessly in extreme temperature fluctuations.

➢ Final Words

‍SharpEagle has a highly efficient customer support team to help businesses acquire a budget-friendly forklift safety solution. So please share with us the safety light that your business needs the most and get it from UAE’s number 1 safety solution provider at the best price today!

You can also call us at +971-45549547 or mail us at sales@sharpeagle.uk

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Warning Tapes and Adhesive Tape

In all daily living and professional settings, safety is required. Making sure people have an understanding of possible risks is important, whether the setting is a building site, an industrial facility, or a basic warehouse. Warning tapes are among the most affordable and effective ways of achieving this. By acting as a visual signal, these tapes warn individuals of risky scenarios and locations. Greendot Biopak provides a range of premium adhesive and warning tapes that are made to satisfy a range of applications and promote the future.

Warning Tapes' Significance

Warning tapes are frequently used to indicate restricted areas or risks. To guarantee that they draw attention, these highly colored tapes are usually made with bold, instantly memorable symbols and lettering. Warning tapes are essential for preventing accidents, whether they are used in public areas, hospitals, or construction zones.

Warning Tape Types

There have multiple kinds of warning tapes, each designed to meet specific safety standards. While some tapes are made of waterproof materials, making them perfect for outdoor use, others are bright for low light levels. A variety of warning tapes, including as caution tapes, floor marking tapes, and danger warning tapes, are available from Greendot Biopak. These tapes come in a variety of colors, including black, red, yellow, and even bright for increased visibility.

Greendot Biopak Warning Tapes' characteristics

The excellent quality and environmental friendliness of Greendot Biopak caution tapes make them stand out. These tapes are made from sustainable materials and are designed to be long-lasting and eco-friendly. Over time, the tapes will continue to be visible and functional since they are resistant to dispersion and breaking.

Adhesive tapes are multipurpose instruments with a wide range of uses in many sectors. Adhesive tapes are an integral component of everyday tasks, from mounting goods to sealing containers. These tapes have a reputation for bonding firmly, swiftly, and consistently. The adhesive tapes from Greendot Biopak are made to be both very strong and kind to materials.

Greendot Biopak Adhesive Tapes' Advantages The outstanding performance of Greendot Biopak adhesive tapes is one of the main advantages of using them. The purpose of these tapes is to create a solid, permanent adhesive without doing any permanent damage to the surfaces they are used on. They also provide enhanced resistance to environmental factors including heat, water, and cold. The tapes from Greendot Biopak are also environmentally beneficial because they make use of biodegradable materials, which limit their negative effects on the environment.

Uses for Adhesive and Warning Tapes

Greendot Biopak's warning and adhesive tapes are extremely flexible and are used in many different sectors. Warning tapes are crucial for identifying dangerous areas and promoting safety in industrial, emergency response, and construction settings. On the other hand, adhesive tapes are essential for organizing, packing, and minor repairs in homes, workplaces, and retail settings.

Conclusion

To sum up, sticky tapes and warning tapes are both essential instruments for guaranteeing safety and efficacy in a variety of settings. Greendot Biopak provides a large selection of superior goods that support sustainability in addition to meeting the demands of industry. Whether you want to safely seal a box or mark off a dangerous area, Greendot Biopak's tapes are dependable, long-lasting, and eco-friendly.  

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Rubber Traffic Cone

Rubber Traffic Cone are generally cone-shaped temporary road markers, which are generally used for projects, accidents to alert road users to ensure the personal safety of workers and road users, or for traffic diversions, separation or convergence of pedestrian and vehicle traffic. However, in other cases, the daily traffic separation/convergence will use the less portable ���permanent” road markings/signs.

Usage

Such as zoning at construction sites, guiding the flow of people at events and festivals, separating people and vehicles in parking lots, marking and guiding players at sporting events, etc. They can be placed around aircraft on the ramp, especially engines, to remind ground crew and vehicles to avoid collisions. In addition, it can also be used upside down as a funnel or stand. Occasionally used as an ornament.

Rubber Traffic Cones are typically used outdoors when road construction or other situations require a change in traffic direction or advance warning of a hazard or danger, or to prevent traffic. Traffic cones are also used to mark areas where children are playing or to cordon off an area. With its highly dense reflective sheeting in fluorescent orange and silver gray, the cone is visible from any angle and can be seen clearly day or night.

Features

Rubber Traffic Cone has good flexibility, anti-collision performance, anti-vehicle wheel impact, even if the vehicle crushed will not break, durable, several years is not easy to damage.

With the advantages of sunlight resistance, heat resistance, cold resistance and no cracking.

According to the user’s requirements made of various colors, and with highly reflective material, red eye-catching obvious during the day, white reflective material at night can reflect the dazzling light of the driver at a glance.

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How Warning Tape Can Improve Safety in Your Workplace?

Introduction to Warning Tape

In any workplace, safety is a paramount concern. Whether you're managing a manufacturing facility, a construction site, or an office environment, identifying hazards and preventing accidents are critical for maintaining a safe and productive work environment. One of the simplest yet most effective tools for enhancing workplace safety is warning tape. This versatile product can serve multiple purposes, from marking hazardous areas to guiding personnel and ensuring compliance with safety protocols. In this article, we’ll explore how warning tape can improve safety in your workplace, focusing on its uses, benefits, and the role of Warning tape manufacturers in India.

Understanding Warning Tape and Its Uses

1. Identifying Hazardous Areas

Warning tape is commonly used to mark off areas that are potentially dangerous. This includes zones around machinery, construction sites, or areas where spills have occurred. By clearly demarcating these areas with high-visibility warning tape, you alert employees and visitors to the presence of hazards, significantly reducing the risk of accidents.

2. Designating Restricted Zones

In workplaces where certain areas are off-limits or require special access permissions, warning tape can be used to create clear boundaries. This helps in managing traffic flow and ensuring that only authorized personnel enter restricted zones, thereby enhancing overall safety and security.

3. Guiding and Informing Personnel

Warning tape is also effective for guiding personnel in large or complex environments. For instance, in warehouses or manufacturing plants, tape can be used to mark pathways, guide foot traffic, or indicate emergency exits. This helps in maintaining order and ensuring that employees can navigate the workplace efficiently and safely.

4. Enhancing Visibility in Low-Light Conditions

In situations where visibility is compromised, such as during power outages or in poorly lit areas, warning tape provides an added layer of safety. The reflective or bright colors of warning tape ensure that it remains visible even in low-light conditions, helping to prevent accidents and injuries.

Benefits of Using Warning Tape

1. Cost-Effective Safety Solution

One of the major advantages of warning tape is its affordability. Compared to other safety measures, warning tape is relatively inexpensive and easy to apply. Its cost-effectiveness makes it a practical solution for businesses of all sizes looking to enhance their safety protocols without incurring significant expenses.

2. Easy to Apply and Remove

Warning tape is designed to be user-friendly. It can be quickly applied to various surfaces, including floors, walls, and equipment. The tape adheres well and remains in place, yet it can also be removed or repositioned with minimal effort. This flexibility allows businesses to adapt their safety measures as needed.

3. Versatility in Application

Warning tape comes in a variety of colors and patterns, each serving a specific purpose. For instance, different colors can be used to denote different types of hazards or to indicate varying levels of risk. This versatility allows businesses to tailor their safety signage to their specific needs and ensure clear communication.

4. Enhancing Compliance and Reducing Liability

Using warning tape to mark hazards and restricted areas can help businesses comply with safety regulations and standards. This not only ensures a safer working environment but also reduces the risk of legal liabilities related to workplace accidents. By demonstrating a proactive approach to safety, businesses can better protect themselves from potential claims and penalties.

Choosing the Right Warning Tape

1. Warning Tape Color and Its Significance

The color of warning tape plays a crucial role in its effectiveness. Various messages are communicated using different colors:

Red Tape: Typically indicates danger or prohibits entry to hazardous areas.

Yellow Tape: Often used for caution or to indicate a cautionary zone where risks are present but not immediate.

Green Tape: Used to mark safe areas or to denote first aid stations.

Blue Tape: Generally signifies information or instructions, such as indicating the location of safety equipment.

Choosing the appropriate color based on its intended purpose ensures that the warning tape effectively communicates the right message to employees and visitors.

2. Selecting the Right Manufacturer

When selecting warning tape, it is essential to choose products from reputable warning tape manufacturers. In India, numerous manufacturers specialize in producing high-quality warning tape designed to meet industry standards. A reliable manufacturer will provide tape that is durable, adhesive, and suitable for various environmental conditions.

3. Quality and Durability

Ensure that the warning tape you choose is of high quality and designed to withstand the conditions of your workplace. This includes resistance to wear and tear, adhesion to different surfaces, and durability in various temperatures and weather conditions. High-quality warning tape will remain effective for a longer period, reducing the need for frequent replacements.

4. Customization Options

Some Warning tape manufacturers offer customization options, allowing businesses to create tape with specific colors, messages, or logos. Custom warning tape can enhance brand visibility while ensuring that safety messages are clear and tailored to the unique needs of your workplace.

Implementing Warning Tape Effectively

1. Conduct a Safety Assessment

Before applying warning tape, conduct a thorough safety assessment of your workplace. Identify areas that require marking, such as hazardous zones, restricted access areas, and emergency exits. This will help you determine where and how to apply the tape for maximum effectiveness.

2. Ensure Proper Application

Apply warning tape carefully, ensuring it adheres well to the surface and is free from wrinkles or bubbles. For floor applications, make sure the tape is securely attached and does not create tripping hazards. Regularly inspect the tape to ensure it remains in good condition and replace it as needed.

3. Train Employees

Educate employees about the meaning and importance of the warning tape used in the workplace. Training should include understanding the different colors and patterns, recognizing marked hazards, and following safety protocols related to tape-marked areas.

4. Regular Maintenance and Updates

Safety precautions should be routinely examined and adjusted as necessary. This includes replacing worn-out or damaged warning tape and reassessing the placement of tape based on any changes in the workplace environment or processes.

Conclusion

Warning tape is a simple yet highly effective tool for enhancing safety in the workplace. By clearly marking hazardous areas, designating restricted zones, and improving visibility, warning tape helps prevent accidents and ensures that employees can navigate their work environment safely. Choosing the right Warning tape color, selecting reputable warning tape manufacturers in India, and implementing the tape effectively are crucial steps in leveraging its full potential. With its cost-effectiveness, ease of application, and versatility, warning tape is an indispensable component of any comprehensive workplace safety strategy.

FAQs About Warning Tape and Its Role in Workplace Safety

1. What is warning tape, and how is it used in the workplace?

Warning tape is a type of high-visibility tape used to mark hazards, restricted areas, or important information in the workplace. It is often used to delineate dangerous zones, indicate caution, and guide employees in navigating their work environment. Warning tape can be applied to floors, walls, equipment, and other surfaces to enhance safety and prevent accidents.

2. What are the different colors of warning tape, and what do they signify?

Warning tape comes in various colors, each serving a specific purpose:

Red Tape: Typically used to indicate danger or to mark areas where entry is prohibited. It is often used around high-risk areas.

Yellow Tape: Indicates caution or to mark areas where there is a potential risk. It is used to alert individuals to be careful.

Green Tape: Denotes safe areas or indicates where first aid stations and safety equipment are located.

Blue Tape: Used for informational purposes or to indicate areas where specific instructions are provided.

Choosing the right color helps in clearly communicating the intended message and ensuring safety.

3. How do I choose the right warning tape for my needs?

Selecting the appropriate warning tape involves considering:

Color: Choose a color that aligns with the safety message you want to convey.

Material: Ensure the tape is made from durable materials suitable for your workplace conditions (e.g., resistance to wear and weather).

Adhesion: Select tape with strong adhesive properties to ensure it stays in place.

Size and Visibility: Consider the width and design of the tape to ensure it is easily visible and fits your application needs.

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Let’s throw a party!: a short story

(warning mentions of blood! Want to read part 1 and 2?: here you go ) In front of them amongst the many rows of tables and few chairs stood a animatronic with red fur and a hook for a hand, he towered over Teddy who was on the ground now, he had fallen over a chair allowing Molly to get away.

The boy screamed as the fox grabbed a hold of him when he tried to get up, Madison yelled out “We got to do something!” As the three of them stood there both stunned and confused on what they were even looking at, everyone seemed to be frozen in place as the animatronic raised his hook, everything seemed to be all over but as a chair came slamming down on the fox everyone seemed to unfreeze from the moment.

They saw Molly, the one who wasn’t the bravest out of the group taking on something that was far bigger than her, everyone sort of scrambled to action as the fox dropped Teddy due to the impact, the chair only seemed to stun it for a moment though before it turned its attention to Molly with a look of aggression, she let out a scream as it tried to grab her but she managed to dodge but just barely, this fox was quick. Jack jumped into the danger zone as he helped Teddy get away, the boys ran down a hallway in panic while Madison helped distract the fox “Hey you! Get your mangy hand off of my friends!” She was brave but also very scared, she didn’t have a game plan nor did she know what to do, all she knew was that somebody needed to lure whatever this was away so the others could escape and Madison was the fastest.

Foxy turned to look at her, his glare was menacing, his eyes flashed between red and white, almost like his visual censors were off. His movements were quick but clunky, the stage barely illuminated the area around them, Madison managed to pick up her flashlight before the fox reached her, she wasn’t ready, how could she be? The flash of a camera, the bright sudden light sent her vision into spots, she heard a metal screech of rage echo through her ears.

Her heartbeat raced so fast, she hadn’t even realized her own feet had started running not until she started gasping for breath. The darkness consumed everything in the hallway she found herself in, her flashlight barely lit up the areas around her as she ran and all she could hear was the clanking of a metal predator that was fast on her tail.

Madison ran around the corner, her shoes screeched against the black and white tile. Paper pals fell off the wall, a door opened and a pair of glowing red blue glitched eyes flashed from the dark doorway. The girl let out a scream as a purple looking bunny reached out as if to grab her, she ducked side stepping in a attempt to get out of range of its grasp slamming herself into the wall as a sharp pain ripped through her back.

Her breath hitched as she lurched forward nearly tripping herself and falling to the ground, tears stung at her eyes blurring her vision, could anything save her? Was she doomed to be ripped to shreds?

The only thing that saved her from a early end was the open room to her left, she stumbled into the room, the only thing illuminated was the buttons on a panel on the side of the door. Her back burned, everything was blurry, she stepped to the side the clanking of metal mere seconds away from her as she fell into the buttons that closed the door.

The scrapping of the cold hard metal panel opened the delicate wound on her back, red stained her shirt as Madison’s legs buckled and she found herself on the dirty tiled ground coughing and choking back sobs, metal slammed itself into the door repeatedly as if the animatronic itself had a major malfunction.

Madison cried when she finally could take a breath, she wanted her mom…..she wanted her dad, she didn’t want to be here anymore, this was supposed to be fun time out with her friends…..and now she felt like she might never get out of here. She tried her best to breath, she tried her best to think but she could barely do either, if it wasn’t for a gentle hand gripping her shoulder….she might not have ever gotten herself off the floor “J-Jack…?” His brown eyes looked horrified as he saw the blood on the back of her shirt that was only getting worse by the minute “Y-yeah, come on, we got to go!” His voice hissed with urgency, she wasn’t sure she could even run anymore, she was only running on pure adrenaline as he took her by the hand and led her down the rooms second door “Teddy already got out but I can’t find Molly or Brittany, after I get you out of here I’m going back for them” his words were determined, they both broke back into a run, a single flashlight lighting there way since the boy had dropped his at the mere sight of Foxy.

He managed to guide her back into the main party room before they saw Molly being chased by a robotic chicken, the chickens movements were janky and it kept making noises like its voicebox was broken “Molly!” Jack called to her but the only attention he managed to grab was the chickens, Jack and Madison froze in there steps as Chica looked at them, it changed its target but before they could run again Madison took a step back, she heard a sound….a crack sound? Her mind couldn’t register the source…..only that one moment she was standing ready to run and in the next second the ground from under her collapsed. Her eyes widened in that moment of weightlessness before reality snapped back to her in the form of Jack holding on her hand refusing to let go.

She looked up seeing the dim light of the room above her illuminating Jacks face, she didn’t remember saying the words “Don’t let me fall!” Nor does she remember what he said in turn, all she remembers……was seeing those metal glowing eyes staring from over his shoulder before everything went black.

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Four Must-Know Types of Traffic Control Devices for Drivers

As a facilities management professional, I understand the importance of traffic control devices for drivers. These devices play a crucial role in ensuring road safety and smooth traffic flow. In this article, we will explore four must-know types of traffic control devices that every driver should be familiar with. So buckle up and let's hit the road!

1. Traffic Signs: The Silent Communicators

Traffic signs are like silent communicators on the road. They convey important messages to drivers, guiding them through their journey. From stop signs to speed limit signs, these colorful and informative markers are designed to enhance safety on the roads.

One commonly seen traffic sign is the "Stop" sign. It's hard to miss its bold red color and octagonal shape. When you approach a stop sign, remember that it's not merely a suggestion but a command! Come to a complete halt, look both ways, and proceed with caution.

2. Traffic Signals: The Colorful Orchestra of the Road

We've all encountered traffic signals in our daily commute. These colorful lights are like an orchestra conducting the flow of vehicles at intersections. Red means stop, green means go, and yellow warns us to prepare for a change.

When you see a red light, it's time to put your foot on the brake pedal and come to a stop. Green means it's your turn to proceed safely through the intersection. And when you see yellow, it's a signal that parking the light is about to change, so be prepared to stop or proceed with caution.

3. Road Markings: The Invisible Guides

Road markings may seem like mere lines on the pavement, but they serve an important purpose in guiding drivers on their journey. These markings help us stay within our lanes and navigate complex intersections.

One common road marking is the double yellow lines found on two-lane roads. These lines indicate that passing is not allowed. It's like a visit website friendly reminder that you should stay in your lane and maintain a safe distance from the vehicle ahead.

4. Traffic Cones: The Versatile Guardians

Traffic cones are the unsung heroes of the road. These bright orange parking cones serve as versatile guardians, protecting drivers from potential hazards and guiding them through construction zones.

You've probably seen traffic cones lining the streets during road repairs or construction projects. They act as a physical barrier, keeping drivers away from dangerous areas. So, when you encounter these trusty cones, slow down, follow the indicated detours, and navigate through the construction zone with caution.

FAQs about Traffic Control Devices

1. Why are traffic control devices important? Traffic control devices are essential for maintaining order and safety on the roads. They provide clear instructions to drivers, helping to prevent accidents and ensure smooth traffic flow.

2. Can I ignore traffic signs if there are no other vehicles around? No! Traffic signs apply to all drivers regardless of the presence of other vehicles. Ignoring traffic signs can lead to accidents or violations, so it's crucial to always obey them.

3. Are there any specific rules for navigating through construction zones? Yes, navigating through construction zones requires extra caution. Follow the guidance provided by traffic control devices such as cones, signs, and flaggers. Reduce your speed and be prepared fo