#that ^ is what i mean by chronophobia usually

[perihel1on]

Theeee funniest thing abt this is that the other half the time i get trapped in these existential anxiety death spirals where im like "oh my god i just turned 25 thats a good quarter-to-third of my life gone what am i doing time is running out life is so short and meaningless and ive wasted it all oh god oh god i will die unfulfilled theres so many things i wish i could do"

Soooo... like @me do you wanna die or do you wanna live for 500 years? smh make up ur damn mind 😤

passive suicidal ideation my beloathed

[linawritestwst]

twst nightmares and fears au: heartslabyul (chronophobia)

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okay, so this is the thing that i've worked on for some time! i wanted to write a twst au where mc/yuu gets different kind of dreams, not the ones that explain the plot of disney movies, but instead they have nightmares that are related to different phobias and fears.

i chose chronophobia (fear of time) for heartslabyul because i felt like it would fit quite well: in this nightmare mc has to come to the unbirthday party, but they don't have much time left. will they come to the party in time or will it be too late? and if they are late, what kind of consequences they will have to face?

i wanted it to be a "twst x reader" type of content that i usually write but.. i don't think it is "twst x reader" hdjsksk i feel like it's too dark and it isn't that romantic. i mean if you're into getting your head cut off by riddle i don't judge

also this is written in a different format from what i usually write, i wanted it to be something like a drabble, but.. idk if it can be counted as a drabble.

warnings: possible ooc, blood, death mention, beheading/decapitation

maybe it's because there's a LOT going on in your life right now and you've been feeling anxious lately, but it was hard for you to fall asleep. i mean, that's understandable, right now you're in a whole different world, filled with mages, weird creatures and.. just a lot of stuff that you have never seen before. and tomorrow you will start officially attending night raven college, a school for the most gifted young mages (even though you know nothing about magic and you don't have magic abilities) and you also have this raccoon-like.. or cat-like creature called grim as your roommate now. yeah, your life has changed completely in just a couple of days.

so how were you supposed to sleep tonight? you hoped that you will be tired enough to close your eyes and fall asleep quickly, but your anxiety (and excitement?) was too strong for that. so you continued to move around in your bed, while grim was sleeping peacefully and talking about being "the greatest and most powerful mage in twisted wonderland".

"wow, he's sure having a nice dream" you thought.

you could only hope that your dream will be just as good tonight or that you'd get some sleep at all.

you felt your eyes getting heavy, but you still had quite a lot of thoughts in your head.

"twisted wonderland, huh.. wonderland.. sounds familiar."

with this thought, you finally managed to close your eyes and fall asleep.

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"i'm late, i'm so late!" you were running through the woods, hoping that you will still be able to come to the party in time. why did you have to wake up so late today? you knew about unbirthday party and you knew about queen of hearts' bad temper, so why did you wake up late anyway? why are you so irresponsible?

okay, you're getting closer to your destination. you looked at your watch to check the time..

.. yeah, queen of hearts is not gonna like this.

maybe you could use someone's help and support? you know, ask someone to not tell the queen about you being late? you have some friends here, in heartslabyul, so they definitely will help you, right?

> now, please choose which boy you're gonna ask for help.

> ace trappola.

ace could act mean sometimes, but you knew that he was a genuinely nice person. we all have our flaws, don't we? also you were sure that he's late too, so you can protect each other and not tell anyone about when you actually came to the party. yeah, you totally can trust ace!

so you tried to look for ace, you thought that he'll be standing not so far away from you, because he also came late. but he wasn't there. so you continued to search for him, and to your surprise, ace stood with other heartslabyul students, looking completely normal and not nervous at all. are you.. are you the only one who came late?

you quietly walked to ace, trying not to get any unwanted attention from others. you tapped him on the shoulder, making ace finally notice you. before he could say hi, you covered his mouth with your hand. ace was pretty loud, so it was better for him to not say anything.

"hey," you whispered. "i'm late, can you please not tell anyone about it? if riddle finds out, i doubt that i'm gonna make it out alive."

you laughed, trying to calm yourself down.

you let ace speak and of course, his first words were: "wow, so i actually came earlier than you? man, i'm so punctual, a perfect heartslabyul student!"

you rolled your eyes, that's ace for you. "yeah, yeah, but are you gonna help me? please, ace, i really need it."

but then.. ace laughed. and it wasn't a good kind of laugh, the "you're so hopeless, but i'll help you, because i'm your friend" kind of laugh. it was a simple "you're so hopeless" kind of laugh.

"seriously? you're asking ME for help? and what do i get from it?"

you expected ace to ask for something and help you only after that, but still.. does this guy have at least a little bit of sympathy? can't he just do it because you're his friend?

"ace, i.. i don't know, i will help you with homework, but just do it. don't let riddle find out about me being late."

"hey, dorm leader! we have a rule breaker right here!" ace walked to riddle, who was checking if everyone is here.

you can't let ace do this. you can't. wait, how will he even prove you being late? it's not like he recorded your conversation or something..

but you couldn't stay calm. you had to stop ace.

you felt so many emotions right now and anger was the strongest one of them, but you also felt.. betrayed. you always thought that ace's behavior was just a mask and that he's actually a nice guy.

but turns out, sometimes guys that act mean don't have a hidden "heart of gold" and sometimes they really are mean.

and ace has to pay a price for betraying you like that.

> deuce spade.

what if you ask deuce for help? he's a really nice guy, maybe a bit slow sometimes, but you can depend on him.

you were able to find deuce pretty quickly and you almost ran to him, you were that desperate for help. it probably sounds dumb, you're scared of your dorm leader finding out that you're late, but.. you had a reason to be afraid of riddle.

"deuce! i'm so glad that i found you!" you smiled and greeted your friend. "hey, can you please help me with something?"

"y/n, where have you been?" deuce was surprised that he noticed you only now. "the unbirthday party has started five-"

"i know, i know! that's the problem!" you started talking more quietly. "so i.. i actually came late. i can't let riddle find out. you know what he does with people who are late or break the rules."

deuce was a very understanding boy, so he listened to you and nodded. he couldn't let riddle hurt you. but if he tells riddle about you being late, riddle could praise him and it could help him become closer to achieving his dream of becoming a honor student..

no, he can't do that. you're his friend, he can't betray you like that!

deuce promised you that no one will ever find out about it, his lips are sealed.. but it doesn't mean that nobody else could hear your conversation.

"dorm leader!" one of the students that were standing right next to you, ran to riddle. "y/n just showed up! they came late, you should punish them for that!"

you should've expected something like that. you sighed and you were ready to accept your punishment, but deuce couldn't let that happen.

"dorm leader, he's lying! y/n actually came right before unbirthday party was about to start!" deuce ran right after that student, trying to prove your innocence.

you wanted to tell deuce that it's fine, he doesn't have to try so hard, but.. you were scared. you actually wanted him to protect you. even if it meant that deuce would be the one to receive punishment.

it was selfish, yes, but..

that student continued to insist on you getting what you deserve and it annoyed deuce. in fact, it annoyed him so much that his delinquent personality came back.

"HEY! LEAVE THEM ALONE ALREADY, YOU JUST WANT TO BECOME THE DORM LEADER'S FAVORITE, AREN'T YOU?"

and right after that, deuce punched the guy as hard as he could. he forgot about the unbirthday party, he forgot about other students, he continued to fight that student.. and deuce forgot about riddle watching their fight.

the garden became even more red with not only roses, but also deuce and that student's heads lying on the ground in a pool of blood.

> cater diamond.

cater was a talkative type, but he can keep it quiet for you, right? he was your friend and you trusted him enough to ask him for help.

you found cater pretty easily, after all, he often was in the center of attention. you told cater about your situation and he understood everything. "don't worry, y/n, cay-kun's got your back! i won't let riddle find out about you being late!"

.. why did you have to say it out loud, cater? why? couldn't you just stop at that first sentence? just knowing that he will help you would be enough, why did he have to say "i won't let riddle find out about you being late" right in front of other students?

and what's worse, why did he have to say that right in front of riddle?

riddle heard everything. and he looked right at you and cater.

"hm? what's wrong, y/n? you look so pale, like you just saw riddle who's in a bad mood!" he laughed.

is he doing it on purpose? cater can't be that dumb. he's a bit of airhead, yes, but he isn't stupid. and you've suspected cater having a hidden side before.

but why is he doing this? he just wants riddle to say that he's done well and that he's proud of cater revealing the truth about the rule breaker?

you didn't know anything about cater's intentions, but you weren't sure that cater wanted to see riddle punish you right after he heard about you being late. cater did have a hidden side, but he wasn't that sadistic and cruel, right?

well, it's not like it matters anymore.

> trey clover.

trey was a vice dorm leader, so he was riddle's right hand man, but trey was reliable and you hoped that he's gonna help you and he won't say riddle anything about you showing up late.

you and trey were really good friends and he helped you so many times, so he's totally gonna help you this time as well.

trey was standing right next to riddle, but you managed to get his attention without riddle noticing. he went to you and asked what happened. "you know, what riddle will do if he notices me talking to you right now?"

"you know, what riddle will do if he finds out that i came late to this party?"

oh. trey started speaking even more quietly. "well, that's bad, i won't deny." you nodded. "yeah.. so, can you please not tell him about it? i promise, this is the first and last time."

trey thought about it and you were afraid that he's gonna refuse, but thankfully, you were wrong.

"fine, let's make it our little secret. but i hope that you keep your promise about it really being your first and last time."

you almost hugged trey because you were so happy, but remembered that riddle is still watching. so you just quietly said "thank you" and smiled at trey.

you had a lot of fun at this party, well, not counting riddle's usual behavior. you talked to some people, ate many sweet and tasty treats and you spent your time well. all of this wouldn't happen if it wasn't for trey.

but nice things don't last for long and the next day, riddle called you to talk to you about something. you had a bad feeling about this.

and you weren't wrong: riddle somehow learned about you showing up late to unbirthday party. and he was even more angry at you now, because you've lied to him. he thought you're better than this!

how could riddle know about you being late though? you told only trey about it and he promised not to tell anyone, so..

wait a minute. trey and riddle are childhood friends, right? and trey obeys riddle's every order and never says no to him. and when you've met trey for the first time, you were surprised because wow, a heartslabyul student who's genuinely nice and who has no secrets and flaws at all?

but now you know that trey definitely has his flaws. he promised you that he won't tell riddle anything, but riddle was too important for him. he couldn't lie to riddle.

you saw trey, who was in the room all this time, look away and say "sorry", but you weren't sure about him being sincere. and it's not like you had time to ask trey anything, it was too late. you always were too late.

> riddle rosehearts.

maybe it's actually better to confess. you're not that good at lying and the truth will come up anyway. and you doubt that you can rely on anyone right now. you just have to wait for the right time.

riddle finally noticed you standing with the other students and his face expression became even more serious.

"well, this is probably not a good sign." you thought.

you hoped that riddle will talk to you about it somewhere more quiet, but of course, he had to punish you right in front of the whole crowd. he had to do it so that everyone will know what happens to rule breakers.

"y/n, can you please tell us why you've come so late? do you have any reason for that?" he sounded polite, yes, but you knew that it was only the beginning and riddle will show you how angry he actually is at any moment.

a reason for being late? you don't have one. you're just not the most punctual person. yes, you can make up a reason, you can lie about it and say that something happened, but.. you couldn't. you just knew that riddle will see right through your lies.

".. i'm sorry for being late, riddle. i promise, it won't happen again, i know how important unbirthday parties are-"

"well, if you know about it, why did you show up only now?" his voice became louder. "if you know how important they are for me and my dorm, why did you come so late? do you have any idea of how disrespectful it is?"

everyone was staring at you, but you didn't care about what they think of you and their reactions. you only cared about your fate and what riddle will do to you.

you were ready to beg for mercy, you were ready to fall on your knees, but you knew that riddle won't forgive you. you've seen what he done to people like you, who were late, who ate something at the wrong time, who broke another stupid rule of his.

maybe losing your head like this isn't actually so bad. maybe it's better to die because you broke the rule and not live trying to follow every single rule of this dorm.

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you woke up because of someone loudly knocking on your door. and honestly, you were grateful to whoever woke you up. you thought that it would be better to stay awake than sleep and have this kind of nightmare.

but who could've visited you in the middle of the night?

.. it's ace. really? you can't get a break from heartslabyul in your dreams AND in real life?

[fates-theysband]

Chronophobia

Rating: T

Ship: Aeren Chapman/Tim Stoker (vaguely alluded to; this is more of a narrative oc profile)

Warnings: mentions of decapitation and vivisection, vaguely described gore, blood, head trauma, canon-typical thanatophobia triggers, more than canon-typical swearing (not in that order)

i literally am not capable of just writing a fic, it all has to be vaguely epistolary bs like “craigslist missed connection” and “basically a script for an episode of tma”. Jon’s dialogue is in bold, to make up for the fact that there’s not a single dialogue tag in this whole mess

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"Statement of Avery Chapman, regarding the bizarre events preceding the death of their twin sibling Aeren Chapman. Statement taken direct from subject, twenty-third June two thousand and sixteen. Statement begins."

"Look, this isn't going to cast me in a great light to start off with, but I lied to get in the door. I mean, can you blame me? If I had let me in, and I’d heard the truth, I would've been like, 'We don't have time for pranksters, come back when you have an actual statement to give.' Because, I mean, come on. What I'm about to tell you sounds like bullshit. The truth is, I'm not Avery Chapman, and my statement has nothing to do with any events from before Aeren died. So, let me give you a more accurate version of what you just said."

"Statement of Aeren Chapman, regarding the bizarre events following their own untimely death. There, now it's on the record. Let's get into it.”

"My entire life, I could hear a ticking clock. Not literally. But I was always thinking about the time. How long would it take to do this? How much time until that? Will I be able to do everything I want or need before time runs out? Nobody really understood, of course. From the day I was old enough to even communicate that kind of feeling, all I ever heard was, 'Don't worry, you're young! You have all the time in the world!' And it was the same, right up until the end. I mean, guess that's not really fair to my folks. They tried to get me help, usually in the form of allergy meds that kind of had anti-anxiety properties in low lighting if you were really trying to see 'em. I've never been a cheap drunk and since my grandpappy on my mom’s side was, every psych I went to see was too scared of the Ghost of Addictions Past to give me anything that worked. So instead, I lived with the clock. And I got really good at pretending it wasn't there. Sometimes I could even enjoy the moment."

"That changed when I got older, of course. I'm from the US, if you couldn't tell from the...everything about me, and you probably can at least guess how it is over there. Go, go, go, until you drop dead if necessary, to appease the almighty money line. And unlike with school, with work you don't exactly get summers off. So that ticking clock came back full force. I remember, one time, my roommates and I were going to get carry-out and watch a movie, and I had work in the morning. One of my roommates, Jace, went out to pick up the food, and I guess he got stuck in traffic or something, because he didn't get back for an hour and all I could think was 'that's one less hour I have to actually relax before I have to get up and go back to work tomorrow', and I was on edge the entire rest of the night. Couldn't enjoy the movie, was short with Jace and Holly every time they tried to make conversation...just being a real irritable asshole."

"That was pretty close to when it happened, actually. Maybe a few weeks or so. I guess that would explain a lot. It doesn't matter what happened to me the night I died. All you really need to know is that it was violent, gruesome, and traumatic. For some reason, it didn't even register to me that I was dying until I realized I could hear the ticking, for real this time. With every single step it got louder and louder, matching pace with my feet staggering down the pavement as my body was basically falling apart below me, until I finally rounded a corner and collapsed. And then the ticking stopped, and I looked up."

"I could see a skeleton sitting in front of me, but...not the way a corpse would be sitting. Not the way I was sitting. They were sitting criss-cross applesauce, and for how old and dusty the bones looked I was shocked to see that they were dressed pretty young for, you know, a skeleton. Big skirt, peace sign shirt, hippie headband, that kind of thing. Could've died in the seventies, could have died last year. I didn't get to really figure that out before they motioned to the things laid out in front of them. Game tokens. Not an exhaustive amount of them, but I could see a chess piece, a die, and a deck of cards. All bone, because apparently every single psychopomp’s a corny bastard. I tried to decline. I know that sounds ridiculous, but I was sick of the clock and I couldn't see an upside to going back to it. They laughed at me. Not out loud, but they made the motions. Then they urged me to pick a token again. Asshole."

"By the way, turns out Death knows Yahtzee. I wouldn't say I expected to win. I wasn't even sure I hoped to win. All I wanted was an end to the not knowing. I figured something out that night, Archivist. It’s not death humans are afraid of, it’s uncertainty. If we knew for sure exactly what happened after we died, I don’t think anyone would be afraid to die.”

“Guess this goes without saying, but I won. Didn’t even cheat, just got a few really good rolls. I didn’t really know what to expect; I figured my insides would knit themselves back together and I’d rejoin the world of the living instead of playing Yahtzee with a hippie skeleton in a dark alley on a street that was normally a hell of a lot busier. That I’d go back to the miserable job and the crappy apartment and the ticking clock. But that isn’t what happened. If it was I would’ve taken this whole experience to my permanent grave. I mean, someone’s insides got knitted back together that night. But they weren’t mine. I watched the flesh fall off my bones as the skeleton in the long skirt became more and more alive, until a flesh-and-blood girl who couldn’t have been older than me stood up and left the alley. I think she said something to me as she was leaving. I want to say it was ‘forgive me’, but I’m thinking it was ‘better you than me’. For some reason I wasn’t scared or sad or anything but relieved. It sounds fucked up, I know, but have you ever lived a life where you had nothing to look forward to? At least with this I could see a way out.”

“I won’t bore you describing the interim. You look like a smart guy, you’re probably familiar with what the Grim Reaper does. What matters is how I got all the meat back. And why I’m wearing this massive coat and knit cap in June.” “You see, most people in the few years I did this were partial to the chance games, or low-skill board games. Roulette was a big one. So was blackjack. Someone got smart and tried Candyland once. But only one person ever picked chess.”

“He was maybe mid-thirties. Wasn’t really sure what had happened to him but he was covered in blood and terrified. I’d say ‘scared to death’ but that seems gauche. I don’t understand chess beyond the basic object of the game and what the different pieces can do, but even I could tell this guy was either terrible at chess or not in the right mental place to be making strategic decisions in a game for his life. Or both. Both is always an option."

“I could have wiped the floor with him, even with my lack of skill. He pretty much put his king in check by himself, all I did was avoid his clumsy attempts to capture my pieces. Here’s where you probably think I’m about to say ‘this is where I got sloppy’ or some shit like that. No. I knew exactly what I was doing and I meant to do it.” 

“I’d say it was agonizingly long, but really, any amount of time is agonizingly long when the action is ‘playing chess in complete silence under a bridge somewhere in London’. But after the most frustrating game of my life, my clueless savior checkmated me. I told him I was sorry as I left. I don't know if he heard me over the screaming."

"Just like that, it was over. Quick trip to a library told me it had been about three years since I won the most important game of Yahtzee ever, and that same quick trip found me an extended family member in the area who didn't ask too many questions. Weird, really. Always thought my dad was an only child. But that's beside the point. Since becoming flesh again a few months ago, I haven't heard the ticking clock, metaphorically or literally. I suffered the agony of death and the indignity of reaping, and came out the same as I've ever been.”

“Or so I thought. Here’s the thing: whatever chose me that night didn’t like that ending for me. The dying are supposed to try to cheat Death. It’s in their nature. If they win by successfully cheating, more power to them. But Death is impartial. Death isn’t supposed to cheat. And Death certainly isn’t supposed to get clever and throw the game. Which brings me to the main reason I'm here, I guess. Give me a moment."

[There is a sound of a heavy coat hitting the floor]

"I normally don't wear tank tops, but in this case it's kind of important that I show as much as I can. Check this out."

[There is a sound of something unzipping]

"They unzip into shorts. Best sixteen pounds I ever spent. Would've just worn shorts, but with how big this coat is I would've looked like a flasher. And now, off with the hat. Don't freak out."

"Good god, what happened to you!?"

"I literally JUST said not to freak out, dude. Impressive you managed to keep it together up until the bleeding head wound though. A lesser man might have said that when he saw the sutures."

"None of this stuff actually happened to me, of course. Not in the sense that I was ever actually physically vivisected or beheaded or whacked in the head hard enough to crack my skull. These just happen to me. I wake up with them, for the most part. And...well, I'll spare you the gruesome stuff, but they're not stitched up neatly when I get them. Thank god Cousin Jesse's a passable seamstress, because hospitals tend to lose their shit when you bring in a patient who's still up walking around with several fatal wounds and no detectable pulse. Not something I want to deal with twice."

"So that's the whole story, I guess. I broke the rules, and now I'm suffering the consequences. The wounds go away, after a while. At first I thought it was mercy, but now I know it's because if some of them didn't disappear there eventually wouldn't be enough left of me to keep punishing. And, I'm not exactly an expert, but I think I'm supposed to suffer the damage from every single gruesome, unimaginably painful death that's ever happened to a human being before I'll be free. That's a lot of deaths. Good thing I have all the time in the world, I guess."

"Statement ends."

“Awesome. Is that all you need from me?”

“I believe so.”

“Great. Let me just get all my coverups back on...”

“Don’t forget your...trouser legs.”

“Of course not.”

[There is a sound of something zipping.]

“Uh, if I don’t see him on my way out, can you tell that hot guy with the undercut who showed me the way to your office that I’m sorry I ran into him? I turned the corner too fast and damn near hip-checked the poor guy into a wall. Not a great first impression.”

“I suppose so.”

“Thanks a bunch. I’d ask you to give him my number, too, buuuut right now I only have a home phone. Oh well. Later, skater.”

[Click.]

[sdxstudio]

Chapter 9

After few weeks, Patrice got used to "saving the Mindscape" thing. Also got used to Vince's annoying behavore. The most, poking. It was Sunday so she was relaxing in her room. She had her banana face mask (sheet one) on and was eating caramel popcorn while watching anime with Jerry. Jerry picks the weirdest anime ever, but she kinda likes it. This time he picked "Gushing Over Magical Girls".

Patrice: uhh...Jerry. You sure you wanna watch it...with me? Jerry: pleaseee! I don't wanna watch anime alone anymore! Please stay! Patrice: suuuure. I guess. So why is she dressed up like this? Jerry: this creature tricked her, now she is a villain. Patrice: Jerry. I start to think that you have a type. Jerry: what do you mean? Patrice: in woman. I think you are attracted to magical woman creatures. Come on, Jerry. We are watching THIS. You can't tell me that you picked it randomly. I see how you are looking at it. I even once got you sitting on toilet, reading a manga. You know which one. Jerry: w-well, um! D-don't tell Michael, please! Patrice: sure. Don't worry, man. Everyone have a type. Jerry: what is your's? Patrice: hmmm. Meh, I am not into love thing. The thing that I usually feel, is biting someone. Jerry: I see. So are we anime bros? Patrice: you got me into it, now we're in this together.

After few episodes of this anime, she got up and went to the bathroom. In bathroom, she took her face mask off and putted on some raspberry face cream. She looked refreshed. Selfcare does wonders. Then in the mirror, she saw Vince in portal. She looked around. He looked stressed.

Vince: get in! FAST!

She walked into the portal. Vince started to shake her.

Vince: we are in BIG trouble! Patrice: what is it? If you'll tell me anything about your relationship problems, I'll eat a tree. Vince: no! It's worst! Father Time became Chronophobia again! And I couldn't find Mother Nature! I don't know what to do! Patrice: do what you always do. Try to reform him. Vince: this is not that easy. He have an element of time. He can slow it or even stop it. This can be hard or even impossible. Patrice: so you got an intern to help you? Vince: well. You are straight to the point. Maybe this might help. Patrice: sure, let's go. But I can't promise to not bite.

She transformed into her Dreamscaper costume and they went into the portal that he created. On the other side, everything was covered in gears and clocks. It was a total chaos of sounds and machinery. His costume changed too. He looked scared of what may happen. She patted him on the back.

Patrice: it can't be this bad. Vince: it can.

He pointed to something. She looked at it and there was Father Time. He didn't looked human anymore. He was a mechanical mess. He was holding a scythe with numbers on it. She looked at Vince and back at Father Time.

Patrice: no way this is him. Vince: yeah. That's him. Patrice: okay, fine. I can do it. Bring it on!

She then started to run up to Chronophobia. Vince after her. She tryed to punch him, but he stopped time and got out of the way. Then he started time back again. She looked around confused. Vince then tryed to use his sound wave, but Chronophobia slowed down the time and putted her in front of it. Then he made time go on as normal. By this, she got pushed by wave to a giant metal gear. She fell down and started to hold her side.

Vince: oh! Sorry! Patrice: uhhh! Vince! Do not use magic! He can turn it around on us! Vince: okay! Again sorry!

She slowly got up and looked where Chronophobia is. Vince looked around too. Then Vince felt pain in the back. Patrice looked at what happened. Chronophobia was behind him. He got Vince's back with a scythe. Vince fell down. Chronophobia was ready to finish him, but she runned up to them and tryed to take it out of his hands. They both were fighting over scythe. Her symbol then started to glow. Chronophobia saw it and got surprised. Her costume then changed. From card Jester to colorless suit. Vince looked at it too. He got happy seeing it.

Vince: you have an element! I knew it! Patrice: that is good. I guess. I feel a bit diffrent. Vince: it seems that you mimicked his time element.

She smiled and tryed to stop time. It happened, but Chronophobia was still moving.

Chronophobia: this don't work on time users. Patrice: uhhh! Why?! Chronophobia: this ability took me long time to learn. Yet you used it. I'm impressed. Patrice: I don't care how you feel about it. Chronophobia: you should tho. I saw that you are affected by fear of time. I know that you fear being forgotten by the people you love. That's why you did it. And that's why they gave you away. Patrice: a family that gives away their daughter, is not family! Michael is more of a family! Jerry who loves weird things! Faith who have faith in others! And you?! Chronophobia: me? Patrice: you are phobia yourself. I bet you also fear the time. I bet you also fear about Gaia. Chronophobia: shut up! You don't know how I feel! Patrice: hiding in shadows, being rude, pushing people away. That's what you do. People who loves you. Vince, Gaia. What are they thinking right now? Chronophobia: at least you are not immortal to time! I am! I am in every universe! I saw what is happening to people! I saw what happened to other me! And I fear future because he took my future powers! I fear that I'll loose everyone I love! Patrice: you know, future don't matter. No matter if you see it or not. You build your own future, Metronome. Do you wanna stay in fear, or you want to go back to Gaia and build a family with her? And also Vince. He believes in you. I do too. Chronophobia: but what if-

She slapped him on face. He looked shocked.

Patrice: you only know yourself, not fear. Not future or past. Only now is important. Do you want to stay a monster or a Metronome, a Father Time that we all know?

He started to cry with oil. She started to pat his back. Her symbol then glowed and then glow went to her hand. Metronome transformed back to himself. She then walked up to Vince and picked him up.

Father Time: thank you... Patrice: keep your head up. Also if someone tells you that you are weak, bite them. Because they don't know you.

Patrice then went with Vince to portal and she layed him on grass. She looked at sky and smiled. Vince rolled around and looked at her.

Vince: how are you okay after all of this? Patrice: I don't know. But I feel much better.

Night Terror DLC Redemption

Hey. So I'll be making a story about my new AU (it's be a bit diffrent from original Night Terror AU story, that's why I called it DLC. It's not canon to original story, it's more like fanon). So yeah. I hope you'll like it.

[theapprentices]

FILL IN THE QUESTIONS AS IF YOU ARE BEING INTERVIEWED FOR AN ARTICLE AND YOU WERE YOUR MUSE

1. WHAT IS YOUR NAME? Carmen

2. WHAT IS YOUR REAL NAME? Carmen Paylor. I don’t go by my family’s surname anymore because I don’t need it nor do I remember what it was. So I’m using Sol’s.

3. DO YOU KNOW WHY YOU’RE CALLED THAT? Because a baby needed a name??

4. ARE YOU SINGLE OR TAKEN? Single

5. WHAT ARE YOUR POWERS AND ABILITIES? I have fire and plant/nature magic, I do a little bit of alchemy. I practice on voodoo magic but Asra told me not to mess with that stuff. //pouts//

6. WHAT COLOR ARE YOUR EYES? Emerald.

7. HAVE YOU EVER DYED YOUR HAIR? I tried but I never found the right color for me.

8. DO YOU HAVE ANY FAMILY MEMBERS? No one who’s alive…..

9. DO YOU HAVE ANY PETS? I don’t but I want a deer or a monkey.

10. TELL ME ABOUT SOMETHING YOU DON’T LIKE. When people take my stuff, use me and liers. Thinking about the past and the future– well maybe thinking about the future isn’t so bad but it takes up so much time.

11. DO YOU HAVE ANY HOBBIES OR ACTIVITIES YOU DO IN YOUR SPARE TIME? I like to visit the baker and writing stuff like poetry or songs. I browse through the marketplace. Practicing alchemy and magic… 

12. HAVE YOU EVER HURT ANYONE BEFORE? Yes. I only had to for self-defense.

13. HAVE YOU EVER… KILLED ANYONE? Yes, well it’s not like I liked it….

14. WHAT KIND OF ANIMAL ARE YOU? That’s hard but I don’t know. I like to be all of them.

15. NAME YOUR WORST HABITS. Apparently I tend to talk to myself or mumble. 

16. DO YOU LOOK UP TO ANYONE? I don’t really look up to anyone. People will think it’s either Sol or Asra but they’re at the average. 

17. GAY, STRAIGHT, OR BISEXUAL? I’m pan 

18. DO YOU GO TO SCHOOL? No, Sol couldn’t get me to one since we always had to be moving and we needed the money for ourselves.

19. DO YOU EVER WANT TO MARRY OR HAVE KIDS SOMEDAY? I’ve never thought of marriage, I think it’s nice. Kids though? I don’t get along well with kids even though I’m nice to them. They think I’m scary. I don’t want my kids to think that way either. //sad face//

20. DO YOU HAVE ANY FANS? Fans as in people fans or item fans? If it’s the former, the baker and few other people think I’m cool. The latter, yes. Three of different style and colors.

21. WHAT ARE YOU MOST AFRAID OF? This is a little personal to me…..It’s time. I’m afraid of losing time. It’s not chronophobia, but I’m afraid of losing time with friends and my life. I want to do everything but not be so reckless and stupid about it.

22. WHAT DO YOU USUALLY WEAR? Black but from time to time I wear light colors.

23. DO YOU LOVE SOMEONE? I’ve never been in love before, like romantically so no.

24. WHAT CLASS ARE YOU? I never went to school so I don’t know. What’re you talking about?

25. HOW MANY FRIENDS DO YOU HAVE? People usually think I’m anti-social because of how I look but I have lots of friends…..and with connections. I like the baker the most. They’re fun to talk to.

26. WHAT ARE YOUR THOUGHTS ON PIE? CHICKEN PIE! I love it.

27. FAVORITE DRINK? Beer

29. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE PLACE? My house and the forest.

30. ARE YOU INTERESTED IN SOMEONE? Maybe?

31. WHAT’S YOUR DICK SIZE? I dunno, why the fuck would that matter.

32. WOULD YOU RATHER SWIM IN THE LAKE OR THE OCEAN? I can’t swim so neither.

33. WHAT’S YOUR “TYPE”?

I guess I like cheerful or funny people, someone who makes me happy.

34. ANY FETISHES? Uuuhh next question, please???

35. TOP OR BOTTOM? DOMINANT OR SUBMISSIVE? SKIP

36. CAMPING, OR INDOORS Both.

37. ARE YOU WAITING FOR THIS INTERVIEW TO BE OVER? I mean–well it’s okay I guess? But yeah I need to go so thanks for the conversation.