#the way they didn’t even say a word to eachother and i��ve pulled an entire backstory out of that yeah

[despairingvacation]

A DREAM IS A WISH YOUR HEART MAKES... [MOTIVE 1]

It had been a week since the announcement of the true intentions of the vacation everyone was thrown into- and things had felt awfully tense. With some guests opting to ignore the warning and continue about their day, thinking as little as possible to their circumstances, while others would choose to hole themselves up and distance themselves away from everyone, unsure of if they could fully trust them. But other than that - things had felt relatively quiet, with no activity, or word from Oswald since his appearance.

Just as everyone had thought maybe he was just pulling their legs and they’d be allowed to leave - the televisions in everyone’s room one morning crackled to life - and the image of Oswald looking on towards the guests was the first thing everyone saw in the early hours of the morning. He was the last thing everyone wanted to be seeing right now - but try as hard as they might, they just couldn’t seem to turn their televisions off to either go back to sleep, or ignore him.

“Did’ya think this was some kinda joke or somethin’!? Everyone meet in front’ve the castle now, I’ve got an announcement t’make! An’ all’ve ‘ya better be there, this ain’t somethin’ y’can just sleep yer way through.”

And with that, the televisions shut off, leaving Oswald’s message as clear as day to everyone in the park. Although it would take some time for everyone to leave their rooms and head down to the designated meeting place, everyone would find Oswald already standing there, tapping his foot against the floor impatiently as he looked on towards those approaching him, a look of clear annoyance on the features of his face.

As everyone approaches him, Oswald crosses his arms and glares towards the crowd of 26 students in front of him and takes in a deep breath. “‘Bout time! D’ya know how long I’ve been waitin’ here for y’all!?”

For the most part, everyone was silent save for a few mumbles from those who were willing to try and talk back to him. They go unnoticed, however, as Oswald waves the complains off-- he paces back and forth from one place to another. It seemed that he was having a hard time staying patient-- or still, at the very least. Whatever he wanted to say, he sure was taking his sweet time saying it. That didn’t last long, however, as Oswald jumps back in front of everyone and stomps a foot down in what appears to be anger, before raising his voice.

“WHAT GIVES!? I tell y’all t’go an’ kill if y’wanna get outta here, and we’ve gone an entire week without any bodies showin’ up! I’m growin’ bored over here!”

Everyone continued to stay quiet, growing rather tired of the rabbit’s antics and how he didn’t seem to be getting to the point. It was starting to grow clear that the one thing Oswald wanted more than anything was for a dead body to show up - and it was clear that he wasn’t going to stop at nothing to ensure he got it. However, how was that going to happen if almost everyone made it clear they didn’t want to abide to his rules?

“...So tell us how exactly you plan on having a body show up then, Oswald.” A voice from the crowd speaks up, and before everyone can turn to see who spoke up, Oswald jumps in place rather dramatically as a smile forms wide on his face.

“Glad ‘ya asked, pal!” He says, his voice loud enough it nearly echoes the empty area surrounding them. His voice echoing off the walls makes everyone nearly jump in place, and the thought of him actually having a plan to make someone kill was enough to make just about everyone feel tense.

“I’m guessin’ by the sounds’ve it, some of ‘ya have figured out that I was serious ‘bout the whole murder thing.” Oswald says, and everyone stays quiet, though the tension in the air is as high as ever. He starts to pace again, and it can only bring a certain feeling of dread amongst the guests. They remain quiet, however, not wanting to speak out of place in fear of what Oswald would say-- or worse, do.

“So, I’ll give ‘ya this. How ‘bout a motive, huh?” Oswald throws the suggestion towards them- and everyone looks towards eachother, unsure of what to think of his proposal. But nobody says anything, and it leaves Oswald more than just a little bit upset.

“...Y’guys are just gonna play the silent game with me? Fine, then. What if I told ya that while you were sleepin’, all’ve ya have been cursed, then?” The smile on Oswald’s face is as clear as day, and the dread everyone inevitably feels washes over them.

“...Cursed?”

“What do you mean cursed?”

The crowd’s murmurs capture the rabbit’s attention. Putting his hands on his hips, Oswald sways back and forth between the heels of his feet to the tips of his toes, and he tilts his head in a curious manner. “It means exactly what it sounds like, folks.” He says, but the tone of his voice dies down, which only gives the guests the idea that he’s completely serious about it.

“What it means is yer all cursed. Some’ve ya might not notice it right away, but others will. It’s gonna take some time, but rest assured - it’ll come t’ya eventually! An’ it’s goin’ to make yer lives a livin’ hell.” The way a cartoony looking rabbit can so easily say the word hell catches everyone off guard - something about it feels so uncanny… but they let him continue, even if they have a feeling they already know how it’s going to end.

“But, ‘ve course, there’s always a way t’get outta it! All ‘ya gotta do is kill someone, an’ all yer curses will be lifted. I mean, if y’really wanna be wanderin’ ‘round cursed for the rest’ve yer lives, then be my guest.” Oswald begins to hop away before anyone can retort anything to him, but he stops mid-hop, as if he remembered something important he forgot to mention to the crowd-- and that, he did.

Looking over his shoulder to the twenty six students who stand behind him, Oswald grins. “Oh, an’ one more thing I forgot t’mention ‘bout the curses. Y’know, since we’re in Disney an’ all-- wouldn’t it be fun if the curses ‘ya got were taken directly from different stories from yer childhood? I’m sure the further into th’week we get, you’ll be figurin’ out which story yer curse is from!” and with that, the rabbit takes his leave, leaving the rest of the students to stand there silently in awe and, truth be told-- confusion.

Curses? That had to be some kind of joke. They all felt fine-- sure, there was an uneasy feeling in the pits of their stomachs-- but they were fine.

…

Right?

26/26 STUDENTS REMAIN.

Hello, and welcome to the first motive of Despairing Vacation 2!!!! It’s murder time! 

If you have been selected to be the victim and culprit of this chapter, you will be privately DM’d by either Kaye or Jason. Any concerns you may have will go straight to them, and not to Freddy - as she won’t have any involvement in the choice. She’ll be just as blind as everyone else! 

Take note that a victim and culprit have already been selected ahead of time - you will not be able to offer yourself up to be the culprit/victim for just this chapter of DV.  

However, if for any reason, the victim and/or culprit decide to skip this round, then an announcement will be made in the server about it. 

You are not allowed to tell anybody your role if you are selected for this chapter’s victim or culprit.

You are allowed to continue threads pre-motive drop, however, due to the motive’s nature, you will not be allowed to make new starters without your character’s curse. Any thread made after this motive drop will have your character’s curse taking effect over them. 

NOTES ABOUT THIS MOTIVE: 

Your character will be cursed throughout the week until somebody kills. At first, they won’t be too noticeable, but the longer someone goes without killing the more obvious it will be. 

The curse is based off of a childhood story/Disney story. While you as the mun will know which story you have, your character will not.

You’re free to write a drabble of your character’s reaction to their curse when they realize what it is.

You will be DM’d with the details of your curse. If you have any questions about it, feel free to talk to one of the mods about it. 

For the sake of making threading easier, you will be allowed to tell who you’re threading with your curse if you wish to - but if you’d like to keep it a surprise, feel free to keep it a surprise. Just don’t be saying what your curse is in the OOC chat! 

The curse will automatically go away as soon as someone is killed. 

[just-another-human-mind]

~Unexpected~

1.9k words, fluff mix? I'm not so sure anymore lol

Protector!Dan & Clumsy!Phil

Warning: this chapter’s a bit intense, but don’t worry it will be okay in the next!

Summary: an AU in which Dan and Phil are polar opposites. Phil is Dan’s lowkey stalker and would do anything to learn more about the lonely boy who lives next door. During summer he decided to finally try getting closer, but when his plans actually worked he didn’t expect to fall for him more than he already had. With Dan being the cold person he was on the outside, seeing his gentle side only makes Phil’s life harder than it was because he can’t seem to get Dan to notice him!

[ previous chapter ]

Chap. 2

It’s been two days now and Adam hasn’t said or done anything to Phil besides the subtle glances he’d make. Though it’s great to not get attacked for what he did to him, Phil can’t help but walk with his ears perked up and be extra cautious every now and then because of Adam's friend, Greg. He and the group keep giving Phil dirty looks and would even shove him into a locker as they pass by in the halls. He figured it was better than anything else he can imagine so he decided to just live with what he’s used to. Wednesday shouldn't have been any different. During the class however, Phil bumped his entire body into Adam and the chair as he got up to throw something away and immediately fell into a full on anxiety attack, but Adam said sorry as Greg muttered something under his breath. Phil couldn't speak so he continued on without saying anything as his mind kept repeatedly saying sorry and omg over and over. Finally, the bell rang once again and Phil had no trouble leaving the class onto his way home. His emotions were on pause and didn't know what to feel. Adam saying sorry kept repeating in his head, it didn’t seem natural. Why did he say sorry? Phil continued to playout the incident in his head. He walked all the way passed his home and up the street to a park without noticing until he almost rolled backwards as he stepped on a twig on the sidewalk. “AH!”, Phil yelped as he barely caught himself about to fall. “Omg! What are you doing here! I would’ve fell!”, Phil being Phil, he scolded the twig, but slowly realized where he was. To his right was the park he used to visit when he was younger and to his left… was Dan. He was sat across the street on a bench with a cup of coffee in his hands giving Phil a concerned look. Phil raised his hands ready to defend himself, but had no idea what to say so he just started muttering out nonsense because he saw Dan getting ready to leave while giving him that look. ‘Idiot!’, Phil said to himself and facepalmed in shame. “Uh, I can’t believe he just saw that...uhhhh whyyyy!”, Phil said to himself, picking up the twig by his feet and started to walk back home making sure he doesn’t see Dan on the way back. “As if he didn’t think I was weird enough…”, Phil continuing the one way conversation, but didn't expect to hear someone reply. “Huh?”, he questioned while turning around to see who the person was.

It was Greg, he was leaning his arm against the wall with his arms crossed, “who?”, Greg questioned again. “Ah…”, Phil froze and tightened his grip on the piece of wood in his hand. “What’s wrong? Have you shit yourself?”, Greg spat. “No...what are you doing here?”, Phil backed away slightly. “Well, I can ask you the same thing Lester, you're on my street.”, The boy said, stepping in closer. “I was-”, Phil got cut off. “Doesn’t matter, this is actually pretty convenient. You see, i 've been meaning to talk with you for a bit, you mind?”, he wore a smug look on his face that made Phil want to run, but he didn't want to show he was scared so he stayed, “Uh sure, I just have to get back soon so-”, Phil was cut off again. “Yea don't worry, this won’t take too long! Come here I have something to show you”, Greg brought out his phone and showed him a picture of Phil changing in the locker room. “Why do you have this?”, Phil was confused and didn’t know where this was going. Greg had just showed him a picture of himself without a shirt and changing out of his black skinny jeans, clearly struggling to keep his underwear on because the jeans kept pulling them down. “Adam took this picture of you.”, Greg stated. “He showed us this picture the other day trying to convince us that you have a nice body to look at. Then we all saw you fall miserably and then the idea to have you strip next week sprung in his head while you two were talking”, Greg got cut off. “Um-”, Phil tried. “Shut up I'm not done, I know Adam won’t leave you alone about this and I know how much you don't want to do this, trust me nobody wants this. So how’s about, we make you ugly!”, Greg sounding completely psychotic clapped his hands once and wore a big smile on his face. “What are yo-what?, Phil had no idea what he was suggesting. “Adam thinks you have good features. Let's take that away for a bit, don’t you think? Maybe then he’d stop being so soft on you and realize how blindsided he's been lately”, Greg continued to smile as if he was acting completely normal. “What's your problem? Why do you have so much hate for me. It’s not like i've ever done anything to you!”, Phil had enough. “Ah, this is what i'm talking about! He softened up on you and now you have a bit of confidence in you to talk back!”, Greg said sounding frustrated. “I'm sorry am I not suppo-”, Phil got cut off by his face slamming against the wall, scraping the side of his right cheek and part of his eyebrow. “Shut up”, Greg growled. “I’ve had enough of this. You piss me off on a whole new level just shut the fuck up”, Greg said grabbing Phil by the hair and slamming his face against the wall continuously. Phil was sobbing underneath him and begging Greg for him to stop. His blood was all over the wall and had a tight grip on his hair, unable to run way, let alone move. Eventually, Greg stopped and let Phil drop down to the ground in agony. “Next time you piss me off your body will be next”, With that Greg left Phil alone. He was hunched over leaning against the wall, face covered in blood, dripping. Saliva, tears ,and blood all mixed together, being the only thing he can sense. Everything else was dull. He can only hear ringing in his ears and his body felt heavy. He tried to call out for help but was unaware that he was only muttering out a muffled help and other sounds to himself as he passed out. Dan has been at home for hours hours now sitting in his room waiting to see some kind of light switch on or see Phil walk in the house at some point. He started to get worried when he heard there had been some bad people walking around late at night when he noticed that Phil never came home. Usually, he wouldn't really care, but he felt weird because he saw him by the park and felt a strange feeling of ‘omg I was the last person to see him’ mixed with ‘he has no friends so where did that idiot go’. His worry only grew as the worst case scenarios kept creeping up in his mind, “He’s clumsy. Did he get hit by a car? Bus? Stabbed to death?”, Dan kept asking himself out loud while walking around in his room until he finally decided to go out searching for him. It was so unlike him, but the worry was eating at him, he wouldn't have been able to sleep if he didn't try, so, he grabbed pepper spray, his phone, and keys and left, telling his parents he’s going to grab a snack ensuring them he’d be fine.

Walking around at 9pm in the evening in search of Phil wasn’t what Dan thought he’d be doing, but here he was. He started walking up the street to the park, a sketchy place around this time, but he had to. When he got there he was unsure if he should go in and take a look because didn’t want to encounter any weird people except the weirdo he does want to meet. So, he decided to quickly go in then come back out, hopefully. It took him about 20 minutes to scan the area and feel sure that Phil wasn’t there. “Where is he?...”, Dan said to himself, worry flooding his thoughts as he stood in the middle of the field of grass. Taking a deep breath he started to walk back home, unsure of where else to look, ‘maybe he does have friends?’, Dan thought, trying to convince himself. Walking back he saw a group of people drinking, some yelling at eachother, some laughing. So, to avoid anything he didn’t want he took another street. There weren’t many lights on this street, but it was better than having to deal with those people. He had been walking for a while when he saw someone he assumed was sleeping on the sidewalk, ‘homeless’, Dan thought, but when he got closer he could see a bag, a backpack that looked just like Phil’s. His heart stopped for a second, then speed walked to get closer only to have his heart drop out of his soul. Blood. Blood was everywhere. On the walls, the floor, on Phils clothes, and his face. Dan fell to his knees he couldn't believe what he was seeing. Suddenly, the thoughts of Phil being attacked and being hurt came true. “Phil!”, Dan called his voice slightly breaking, starting to breath heavy. “Phil what happened to you”, Dan started to choke on his tears repeatedly saying, “Phil please wake up”, while gently shaking the boy. The only thing he wanted to do at that moment was to call the ambulance, but the horse groan coming from below him stopped him in his tracks. “Phil? Phil! Get up!”, Dan shook him harder. “Uhlmp”, Phil muttered as he started to wake. “What?”, Dan questioned. “Mhmnhlp”, Phil said, trying to open his eyes. “Phil, don’t move i'm going to call for help”, Dan tried to straighten himself out a bit and prepared for what he was supposed to tell the paramedics when they got here, but stopped once again when Phil's arm weakly bumped Dans thigh. “Hephm...hep-”, Phil was interrupted by Dan, “Shh it’s okay you’re going to be fine”. “Mhnhmm… nuh dunt”, Phil mumbled out as he started to finally wake up. “Nu dunt?’, Dan questioned allowing himself to smirk just a tiny bit. “Don’t call”, Phil finally spoke out, “I don’t want them to worry”. He tried to sit up, but failed as he felt to weak. “Here let me-”, Dan put his hands around Phils waist and pulled him into a sitting position leaning his body against the wall. “Dan?”, Phil questioned as he squinted looking at Dan in the face. “Oh your glasses… their! Found them.’, Dan brought the glasses to Phil's face and helped him put in on. “My head hurts…really bad…”, Phil said, feeling around the dry blood on his face. “Yeah I can see why...I’m calling the ambulance try not to move so much.”, Dan started dialing the number, but had his phone pushed out of his had because Phil grabbed onto his wrist out of nowhere. “ I’m fine. Don’t call anybody I don’t want my family to have their vacation ruined because of me”, Phil said sternly, but his grip immediately loosening. Dan caught him before he had the chance to fall. “Take me home please”, Phil muttered and slowly slipped back into unconsciousness.

**notes**

Ahhh I know it’s so much for something that was supposed to be a fluff, but I swear the fluff will happen soon! idk what to call this can you help me please ❤