#so in the middle of writing this post a long yellow and black flying bug appeared and i ran in fear

[ghost-bugz]

i saw someone mention gonchrov and that just reminded me, a friend of mine had a list of movies he wanted to watch and guess what movie was on there…

[the-gay-prometheus]

Either 15 from Fluff; “You saved me.” Or 48 from Angst; “Wake up! Please don’t do this to me.”

Hehe. You gave me an angst prompt. This was a mistake.

So I decided to do something completely different with this. I had the sudden inspiration to write something not for my main AU... but instead for that ridiculous Red Dead Redemption/Frankenstein crossover AU that I'm now affectionately dubbing Undead Redemption because I have absolutely zero creative talent.

No I'm not planning on actually seriously pursuing this AU. But uh... this prompt made me think of it so I decided to write for it! This... this is a doozy of a piece. Be warned... it’s.... intense. It’s also pretty long so... sorry about that. (needless to say - I chose the angst one)

TW: Blood, character death, murder, hysteria? panic? something like that

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The town of Strawberry was charming - well worth the travel, Henry thought. Remote, but certainly not too much so, as the larger town of Blackwater was only a half-day’s ride away. Surrounded by pine forests and brisk with a mountain’s breeze, it was a quiet town of bare-log houses and little in the way of amenities. A rushing stream cut through the town’s center, turning a large wheel which likely produced what little electricity could be found there.

Henry smiled as he rode down the dirt road, his red roan mare plodding along patiently until he pulled her to a halt at the hitching post in front of the house that was to be his lodging for the week. “Ata girl,” he cooed softly, ruffling her mane with his hand before dismounting. She shook her head with a snort, and rested one hind hoof on its edge as she settled in to stand for however long it would be until she was to be ridden again. Henry reached his hand into his pocket and pulled out a sugar cube, holding it out to her with a flat palm, and she gladly snatched it up. Chuckling at her eagerness at the scent of a treat, Henry pat her on the neck and pulled her reins over her head, tying them securely to the hitching post. Though he was giddy at the thought of adventuring through Mount Shann over the next few days, today was to be a day of rest before the excursion, so he took his time unloading what little he had brought with him into the house before retiring to a sturdy wooden chair on the porch to watch the townsfolk go about their day. Part of him was itching to retreat further up the rocky hill behind where he was staying and sit in the woods to write as the sun set, but he was aching after a day of riding and he was far more inclined to stay and rest.

The evening was quiet yet cheerful, until out of the corner of his eye, Henry caught sight of what appeared to be a massive shadow approaching the town from the northern road - one that sent townsfolk scattering and shouting as they all shut themselves into whatever dwellings they could, some choosing instead to hop onto their horses and gallop off. Now thoroughly curious, Henry stood and squinted to get a better look. That shadow turned out to be a massive draft horse, the tallest he had ever seen, with what looked to be an even taller person sitting atop its back. As the stranger rode past the sheriff’s office, Henry could see the sheriff open the door, then quickly shut it again the moment the stranger turned his head to look at him. The odd figure continued on, then halted his giant steed in the middle of the road and dismounted, resting their hand on the horse’s neck and slowly sliding it away as they began striding down the road. As the stranger approached, Henry could hear the jingling of spurs and a sudden chill went down his spine. At about the midway point from the road to the porch where Henry stood, the stranger stopped. His hair was long and black and billowing like the tails of his heavy dark leather duster in the wind, and his face covered by the rim of a black cattleman’s hat that was tipped downward to hide his eyes. “Clerval!” The voice that echoed through the streets was clear and cold as the rushing stream it rose above, yet pitched somewhere between roaring thunder and the creaking of old pines. Henry felt his hair stand on end at the sound of his own name, but he kept his composure and slowly descended the steps, standing a distance from the stranger on the road.

“Is there something you need from me, s-” Henry felt his breath catch in his throat as the stranger slowly raised his head and pulled a dark bandana that covered his mouth and nose down with one gloved hand. Even from a distance, beneath the shadow of his hat’s brim, the stranger’s eyes seemed to glow a dull yellow, sickly and pale yet burning bright enough to be visible from afar.

“The eyes! Those horrible eyes!”

“Victor! Victor, compose yourself! What eyes?” Henry held Victor tightly as the scrawny scientist writhed in feverish agony and pointed toward the wall.

“Surely you can see them! There! The fires of hell burn within them!” Henry looked up and surveyed the empty room with worried eyes.

“Victor… love there’s nothing here,” he reassured him. Victor broke from his grasp and tried to stand, only to stumble backward again.

“Yellow! That dreaded yellow glow- he’s returned for me! He’s- he…” He suddenly went silent, eyes still bugged and wild as he collapsed onto the ground. Henry desperately wanted answers, but… whatever had happened, whatever Victor had seen to haunt him in such a way, it was still far too traumatic of a memory to be discussed. With a heavy sigh, Henry gently picked Victor up off of the floor and carried his limp body to bed, where he laid him down and kissed his sweat-covered forehead tenderly.

“Just rest, Victor. No one is here to hurt you. It’s just me. Everything will be ok.” He took Victor’s clammy hand and held it tightly. “So long as I am here with you, I’ll make sure of that.”

“Who- What are you?” Henry managed to ask as the memory passed through his mind. The stranger’s gleaming eyes seemed to widen, then narrow again. His left hand, which was bare unlike his right, pushed aside the leather of his duster and revealed a pistol holstered on his hip. The fingers that hovered over the pistol’s handle were long and bony with a mixture of pale and discolored skin. Henry felt his heart jump at the sight, and he instinctively raised his hands. “Sir I mean you no harm,” he reassured him. “Just… tell me who you are and how you know me.” The stranger hesitated, and Henry saw in him a sudden moment of weakness.

“I-” The stranger’s voice broke as he began to speak, and he faltered. “I am no one. I am nothing.” Henry’s racing pulse began to slow, and he cautiously stepped forward.

“Everyone is someone, everyone is something.” The stranger’s hand fell back and he dropped his head.

“Not me, Henry. Never me.” Henry felt a sudden sense of sympathy toward him. Surely this was the man Victor was so afraid of, and yet… he seemed so sad, so alone, much more like a lost child than a fearsome demon.

“Maybe not now, but if you let me help you, maybe we can find where you belong,” Henry called to him softly, slightly lowering his hands as he approached. The stranger took a step back. “May I ask your name?”

“I have no name,” was the stranger’s hushed reply. He raised his gloved hand and removed his hat, revealing his face. A scar with obvious stitching ran diagonally down it, and though his raven hair primarily covered over it, another ran along his forehead, and two more ran from his ears to about midway down his jaw line. Henry felt himself taken by the shock of the sight, but he showed no fear as he continued to approach. “Your Victor never gave me one.” Now finally putting the pieces together, Henry’s hazel eyes widened.

“So he finally did it,” he murmured. “He managed to create life from death-”

“And then leave it to die,” the creature interrupted. Henry could see tears streaming down his papery-skinned cheeks.

“I can see you’ve been through so much,” Henry pointed out sympathetically, lowering his hands further. “You can talk to me. I won’t hurt you.” The creature’s chest heaved and his eyes clenched shut as he turned his face away.

“No, no I certainly think you won’t.” In one swift motion, the creature pulled the pistol from its holster and held it cocked, pointed in Henry’s direction. Henry jumped, raising his hands up again as his heart began to race. Though his gun was pointed, the creature seemed hesitant. His hand shook and his face was still turned away. For a moment, he lowered his gun and he wiped the tears from his eyes with his gloved hand.

“You don’t want to do this,” Henry muttered, suddenly filled with a strange mixture of fear and empathy. “You don’t have to do this.”

“That’s just it, Henry,” the creature whispered. His eyes lifted to the red painted sky of dusk. “I have no choice. There are consequences for his actions. A price must be paid as reparation for what he’s cost me.” There was a sudden shift in his expression that made Henry feel his blood run ice cold. “And that price is you.”

He barely felt the bullet when it hit. All there was, was the deafening sound of the shot and the screams that rose from the buildings that followed, the flying open of doors and windows to see what had happened, the terrified whinnies of horses, and a sudden gush of something onto his hands which instinctively flew to his chest. As he fell, he saw the creature become unsteady, nearly falling himself as the smoking pistol fell from his hand, before tensing and letting out an unearthly cry that seemed to echo through the still dusk air. He could see the creature’s stallion turn from the calm shadow he was into a panicked wreck of a beast, pawing and pacing and rearing onto his hind hooves. The creature himself turned and ran, jumping back into the saddle. As he turned his horse around, he looked over his shoulder to Henry one last time with a sorrowful look in his yellow eyes before placing his hat back onto his head and spurring his steed into a swift gallop until he disappeared over the hill beyond.

Hooves pounded on the dirt road that led to the western side of the town, kicking up dust as horse and rider flew down the path. Victor’s eyes kept a steely gaze on the town entrance ahead, his heart racing. As he had been walking down the road, there had been a sudden exodus from the town, with folks high-tailing it out as fast as they could, and he knew something was very wrong. Though his silver gray Kladruber mare was pushing just about as hard as she could, the sound of a gunshot spooked Victor into kicking his heels into her sides hard. She leaped from the pain of it with a panicked neigh, her ears pinning back as she kicked her legs out and pushed into a faster gallop than she had ever managed in her life. Tearing past the arch of the town entrance, Victor tore at the left rein, and his mare nearly tripped over herself as she made as sharp a turn as she could and tore over the bridge that led to the other road. The moment they crossed, Victor watched as one figure stumbled back and another far taller, ran and disappeared over the hill on his mount. Yanking back on both reins, Victor forced his mare into a skidding stop, leaping off her back before she had even fully stopped and racing to Henry just as he fell. He caught him in his arms, but struggled to hold up his weight and fell backward himself. Frantically, he tore the bandana from around his own neck and pressed it hard against the wound that spilled with blood. “Stay with me Henry,” he muttered, though he felt he was going to be sick. “Stay with me, come on, stay with me.” Henry coughed and sputtered, but looked up at him with a strained smile.

“Victor- it’s- it’s ok,” he wheezed. Victor pulled the bandana back slightly to inspect the wound.

“I’ll need to get that bullet out-” He paused, wildly searching around. “Is there a doctor in this town?!” he exclaimed, searching for any sign of a practice that might have the tools he would need. Henry suddenly gripped his arm.

“Victor, no,” he whispered hoarsely. “Don’t- don’t…” His voice trailed off and his breath grew more ragged. Tears began streaming down Victor’s face and his vision started to blur, his heart pounding hard in his chest as panic coursed through him.

“Somebody! Anybody! Help!” he cried out. A few terrified but curious townsfolk began opening their doors to see what was happening. Henry suddenly twitched and sucked in a deep breath, his eyes growing wide. Victor gripped him tighter, pressing harder at the wound. “No- no no no- Henry!” In his arms, the body he held convulsed, and after an exhale and another sudden sharp inhale, it went limp, and once bright hazel eyes stared coldly up at him, sightless. “Henry,” Victor croaked his name, his hand falling from the wound and taking the lifeless hand of the one he held. “Henry please…” he whimpered, choking back a sob. “Wake up! Please don’t do this to me,” he begged. The warmth from the body he held was already beginning to seep away, and the skin began to grow cold. He was gone. Truly, completely gone. There were no longer any thoughts in Victor’s mind. Everything was as blank and empty as the soulless stare from the lifeless eyes that seemed to pierce through his soul. In a blind state of panic, Victor dropped the body and stared down at his hands. He stood, shaking violently as he stared down. Blood dripped from his fingers, but he could barely see it as his vision was so hazy and unclear. He gripped at his face hysterically, smearing blood over his hair and skin. The sudden feeling of it and the realization of what it was sent him into utter turmoil, and he let out an inhuman shriek, stumbling around in blind panic and screaming until he tripped over the corpse’s outstretched arm and fell into the dirt below. As he writhed, a mess of blood and tears, he felt himself go numb, and with one final cry, his eyes rested back on Henry’s lifeless stare and he drew in a ragged breath. Panic turned to searing rage, and he grit his teeth. Around him, a few townsfolk had gathered to check on his condition, but their voices were drowned out by the pounding of his own heart, and his sight faded away to white as his consciousness slipped away.

[twenty-nothing]

OneHundredSeventyTwo

Middle name? Helene

Favorite color(s)? Pink, mint and dark grey

What college do you want to/or are attending? I got a degree from a community college about 2 hours away and going to be attending another community college closer to me for another degree shortly

What do you want to/are you majoring in? I have a degree in accounting and am going back for Surgical Technology

Democrat/republican/other? I’m not sure

Birthday month? July

Do you dress according to your mood? Yes and the weather lol

Tomboy/girlie girl Girlie Girl

Are you good at doing hair/make up? Yes, I went to cosmetology school

Do you wear glasses? Sometimes, I mostly wear contacts now

Can you drive? Yes

Are you shy? I’m shy and reserved when I first meet someone, but not anymore once I warm up to them

Are you always worried or stressed about something? Basically, I am always tightly wound

Tell me about your dream wedding. Simple, elegant, small, fall wedding

Do you like to sing? When I am by myself

Do you like to write poetry? I haven’t written poetry in several years. I liked doing it when I was younger

Can you swim? Yeah

Do you like the pool or the ocean? Both

Do you hate water in your face?

Eh kinda

Do you hold grudges? Yes

Are you/have you ever been in love? I have, yes

Do you/did you ever sleep with a teddy bear? If so who gave it to you? I’m sure I did, don’t really remember though.

Are you a very random person? I guess so?

What do you do when you’re nervous? I fidget and I’m generally restless and get sweaty

Do you love making new friends? It’s hard for me to make friends but yeah, I’m usually happy when I manage to get close to someone thanks to some divine miracle lmao

Do you like the twilight series? No

Favorite animal? Not sure

Do you have any pets? Yes, one

What would you name your daughter? Angela or Lily

^ your son? Paul

What length hair do you like in a guy & why? I like the short hair

Do you have friends who are shorter than you? Yeah I believe Lisa is shorter than I am

When you get mad do you cry? Sometimes

Would you ever consider modeling? No

What color eyes do you wish you had? I love my green eyes

Silver/gold jewelry? Silver

Do you always wear jewelry? Yes, when I go out I at least have my Japser necklace on

Are you afraid of needles? Eh, a little

How many kids do you want? One

Long/short nails? In the middle

Do you like wearing hats? Not at all. I got bullied over my ears in middle school and hats make them stick out more so I haven’t worn a hat on my own since middle school.

Do you love taking pics? Sure

Do you sunburn easily? Yes

Does mall Santa Clauses or Easter bunnies freak you out? Kinda

Do you prefer to call a person or wait for them to call you? Call me so I don’t feel like I am bugging them

Are you scared of crossing bridges? Not really

Do you have a short attention…oh squirrel…span? No

Do you hate sitting in silence but get irritated if someone talks too much? I’m fine with silence, unless it’s awkward. I only don’t like when people talk too much if I don’t like them lol

Has anyone ever called you baby or hun? Yeah

What’s your favorite kind of chocolate? Dark chocolate

Would you consider yourself clumsy? Not really

Do you hate using public restrooms? Not really, I just don’t think about it too much lol

Do you like when a guy picks you up in his arms? Yes

Ever bought ice cream from an ice cream truck? Hell yeah

Do you hate Chihuahuas? No

Has a teacher ever made you hate your favorite subject? No

Do you like hairless cats? Nooooooo

Did you ever cry at school?

Of course lol

Have you ever had a poem or story published? No

If you had/have a kid would you ever let them get a tattoo? Sure, if I thought they were old enough to get one

What’s your favorite thing to have for dinner? Pasta

Would you ever paint your walls red? Not red red but like a burgundy, yes

Have you ever licked a pole? No

Has your hand ever gotten slammed in a car door? Nope

Are you allergic to grass? Yes

Do you love guinea pigs? Not really lol

Do you prefer to write on chalkboards or white boards?   White board

What is the worst thing you ever did that got you grounded? I have no idea

Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars?   I could really use a wish right now, wish right now, wish right now

What would you do if your best girlfriend said she was lesbian? Support her

Have you ever been chased by a snake? No. Sounds terrifying

Where do you wanna work? I’m kind of lost right now so I am not sure.

Is there something you tell yourself you’re going to do but never do? Lose the weight

Has a teacher ever called you an idiot? I don’t think so

What awards have you won? I dont know

Do you get nervous eating in front of people? Yes

Would you consider yourself good at taking care of kids? Yeah I would

How old would a guy have to be before you wouldn’t date them? About 35 right now

Be honest, have you ever tried weed? Yes, makes me sick

Has anyone ever broken up with you with a note? Yes

Have you walked into a wall? Yeah

Do you have sensitive teeth? YES, it is annoying

Do you sleep with a fan on? Yes

When you hear sirens, do you get afraid its someone you know? Nope

Do you often get nosebleeds in the winter? Eh, not lately

What’s a word you use to substitute for a cuss word? I never substitute lol

What was the worst thing you ever did to get detention/suspended? Some kid would not stop kicking my seat even after telling him to stop so I stabbed his leg with my pencil lmfao, Saturday detention

Have you ever suffered from post-traumatic stress disorder? Yes, after a car accident

Have you tried crackle nail polish? Yes, it’s pretty cool

Do you enjoy the “i love you more” argument? Eh

Do you like the color yellow? Sure

Trees are awesome! Yes? Sure

Do you suffer from nasal allergies? Yes

Marrying your cousin. Yay or nay? Nay, what the fuck

Are you distracted by anything shiny at the moment? Ooo shiny!! Nope

Has your parents ever called you names? As a joke

Have you ever seen a cat have a hairball? No, but I’ve seen cats throw up

Have you ever had a tooth pulled? Oh yeah

Do you still watch tom and jerry? No

Do you use your hairbrush as a microphone? I have before lol

What’s your usual morning routine? Get up, take Jasper out, take a shower, get dressed, get stuff together and leave

Do you ever get bored with something so you’re unable to finish it? I actually do that a lot

Do you wanna redecorate your room? Nah. 

Have you ever worn black to someone’s house & left covered in fur? Oh yeah

What would I expect to find under your bed? My scale and other random things

If i were to walk into your room, would i be able to see the floor? Yes

What is something you did when you were a kid that you still enjoy?

Reading

Has anyone ever said they would love you forever, was it true? Yes, wasn’t true. I bet he said that to his other bitches too

Do you watch America’s Got Talent? Nope

Do you ever sit and look at old photo albums & recall memories? Yeah

Do you watch onision on YouTube, if not you should he’s hilarious. No?

Don’t you just hate taking showers in the winter? Omg YESSSS, it makes me even colder no matter how hot the water is. Half your body is always cold

Do you say “epic fail” a lot? Not really, I used to

How personal does a question have to be so that you wont answer? Well, I won’t answer questions that ask me my last name, my address, the city I live in or schools I went to.

Do you ever feel like sometimes you have short term memory loss? I do know I have memory problems.

What if a stranger came up to you yelled BATMAN & ran away? I’d say what the fuck??

What’s your favorite kind of pudding? Chocolate

Did you ever run over something with a lawn mower? I’ve never used a lawn mower.

When someone says don’t look do you look? I’ll try and look with my eyes but not my head if it makes sense lol

Have you ever played spin the bottle? No

Did you ever have a cat that was obsessed with shoes? No, none of my cats growing up were

I believe i can fly! Ever jump off things & try to fly? No fucking way

What was your first Halloween costume? Bunny

Ever have chicken pox? I’m sure

Did you eat your Wheaties this morning ? What was for breakfast? Nothing was for breakfast lol