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thedarkenedkeeper · 7 years ago

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Glitched: Part 9 - No Strings Attached

Author's Note: *drags self along the ground, bloodied and beaten up, and hands over the newest chapter* I...I'm alive...barely...HOLY X_X

I'm not going to give anything away about this chapter, however, there will be an ending author's note, elaborating why this chapter is crucial to the story.

WARNING: This chapter is incredibly dark and graphic. For anyone who read Part 6, it's basically a lot like that. There is a horrible sense of dread and horror throughout the chapter. There is a detailed description of a surgical operation being performed, as well as the tools that are used. The patient who undergoes the surgery is conscious during the procedure, and as such, feels everything and is in horrible agony. There is bloodshed and a intensity here and there. There is also an overwhelming amount of angst - again.

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Enjoy!

Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock – 3:56 P.M. – four minutes remaining.

Tick tock, tick tock – Three minutes.

Tick tock – Two minutes.

With each subtle second that ticked by, the green-haired Irishman’s dread increased. There he sat on the stone-cold ground in the furthest corner of the cell, hugging his knees to his chest. The poor man was a quivering mess from both the cold and the fear creeping along his spine. His eyes were fixed on the watch that lay across from him, not batting an eye as he stared directly at it; lifeless eyes blown wide with horror. He had exactly two minutes left to live and then Anti was coming for him.

Two minutes and then death was coming for him in the flesh.

He tensed up, his grip tightening around his legs. He wasn’t ready to die. He may have been caged in this hell for nine whole months, all hope lost and gone forever. He may have been tortured both physically and mentally more times than he could count, and this room he was in may have been the reason for why he was rotting from the inside out. But no matter how bad it was getting, no matter how horrific and brutal, he was not ready for death. He was afraid of it, especially when it took on the form of an unhinged version of himself welding a large knife.

Jack had heard the scream for help – just barely, but he had made it out. Immediately, he had lifted his head to look off into the darkness, adrenaline and dread coursing through his veins. That scream had sounded an awful lot like it had belonged to Henrik, and if it had…the YouTuber couldn’t even begin to fathom the thought of what could’ve happened.

Jack shivered violently, a gust of cool air rushing past the back of his neck. The temperature had dropped sufficiently in the last hour, so much so to the point he was starting to see his own breath. Funny – when he had first found himself in the cage, the room had been sweltering hot, and now it was the exact opposite. He didn’t know which would’ve been worse – dying from the heat or from the freezing cold. He scoffed at the question. Death – that’s all he found himself thinking about lately. He didn’t want it, and yet his mind always managed to wander off into complete darkness. A weak nervous chuckle left his chapped trembling lips. Funny…

Tick tock, tick tock

Releasing a shaken breath, followed by a faint raspy gasp that almost came out as a whimper, the brows of the Irishman weaved out of distress at what the watch now read.

4:00 P.M – it was too late. It was time for his execution.

Without a second thought, Jack’s eyes shot up to the door off in the distance, all of the blood draining from his face as he made out loud stomping coming from out in the hall; storming towards the room. He gulped painfully, barely being able to swallow anything given just how dry and stale his throat was. He was going to die, Anti was going to kill him right here, right now. Tears were beginning to come back for the millionth time, his eyes stinging from how sore they had become. His time was up – he had had his chance to try and escape and he blew it. He and the others were all going to die today and there wasn’t a thing he could do. He truly was a dead man.

The poor man nearly jumped out of his skin and yelped when the door suddenly burst open violently with a bang; blinding white light flooding into the room for a brief moment as a figure stormed in. He knew who it was – he could tell given just how cold his blood had gone. Through the darkness, the green-haired man managed to make out the glitch pacing around the room, signature kitchen knife in his grasp, and he appeared to be angry – beyond furious, actually. Jack was already a broken man and couldn’t think clearly, but he honestly hadn’t the slightest idea what could’ve been causing the demon to be in such a horrible mood. The Irishman had seen him mad before and that had been truly terrifying, but this time…this time was so much different than the last.

Anti’s entire form was completely distorted, twitching and jerking in every which direction wildly. With each step he took, the ground at his feet would seem to pixelate and glitch spastically; the same went for any of the shadows surrounding his body. It was like parts of the void were breaking and struggling to stay intact like Anti was. The entity could not remain stable and in control of himself. Multiple projections of him came into view, all of which were incredibly demented and displaying manic behavior. They were all flickering by so fast Jack could barely make them all out, but a few caught his attention, in particular one dealing with the demon tugging his head back violently and slitting his already bleeding throat. He was cursing and growling repeatedly, his voice reaching a whole new level of unsettling intimidation. It was scratchy, deep, and completely laced with static. Anti had had his moments of sounding demonic and reminding Jack that he wasn’t human, but this did it in for the Irishman. Jack kept his eyes transfixed on the demon, not daring to say a word. Even if he wanted to, he didn’t think he could get anything out. He was paralyzed with fear, and at the moment, he was just waiting for his alter ego to come and finish him off once and for all.

“I DoN’t FUcKiNg BeLiEVe iT! THoSe FuCkERs cAn’T mAkE Up ThEiR DamN miNdS, CAn tHEy? CAN THEY?!”

The YouTuber cringed at hearing the unhinged creature. He watched as a patch of shadows morphed into pixels before materializing to reveal page after page of posts on the internet. He couldn’t fully make out what the posts were about – his vision was beginning to go in and out of focus due to how drained he was – but whatever it was, Anti did NOT like it.

“LOoK aT tHiS!” He scoffed, a smile flashing across his face briefly. “WhAt THe fUCk iS ThiS?!” A growl rumbled out from deep within him, a sinister laugh chasing after it. “Do THeY tHiNk THiS iS aLL sOMe SoRT oF JoKe? HoW fUCkiNg STuPiD aRe tHEy?! ArE tHeY brAiNDeAD?! WhAT, dO tHEy tHiNk tHEy cAn GeT riD Of ME, iS tHaT iT? THeY cAN’t GEt Rid Of mE! ThEy cAN nEVeR geT riD Of ME! I Am ETERNAL!” In a blurring motion, the unstable being drove his knife into the screen, causing it to momentarily glitch out and flicker; the darkness surrounding it also struggling to remain intact.

Jack jumped at the sudden action, a hitched breath getting pulled from his lips. Though Anti was standing still in front of the damaged screen that was now lined with cracks weaving out from where the blade was stuck, the Irishman could clearly tell he was tearing apart at the seams. His body was very much a blur given how intensely it was vibrating, jerking, and glitching out. That childish eerie giggle – the one that always instantly managed to drive fear into the Irishman – reverberated around the room, coming out more delighted than ever before.

“ThEy’Re MaKiNG a MOcKeRy Of ME! ThEY’rE tAkiNG mY WoRdS aNd MoRPhiNg ThEm iNTo OnE b-bi-i-iG J-JoKE!” His head seemed to lag for a moment, twitching to the right only to stutter and stop briefly before returning forward once again. He growled, clutching his head and tugging at his hair harshly. “ThAT dAmNEd NaME! ThAt FuCKiNg NaMe – I hAtE iT! I FUCKING HATE IT!” His body gave a fierce surge forward and he sent a fist flying into the screen, pixels cutting into his knuckles and damaging the screen further. It was barely even readable now; lines of static racing across it every few seconds.

Jack’s heart gave a painful pang in his chest. The community – he was talking about the community. Shifting his eyes to the broken screen, he squinted in an attempt to make out what was enraging the beast. From what he could tell, the posts were all in regards to a video Anti had uploaded, and it seemed the fandom had gone and taken bits and pieces of Anti’s rant and turned him into a joke. They were all mocking him. They weren’t afraid of him anymore, they weren’t taking him seriously, and at this realization, the green-haired man felt his stomach drop. If what they were doing was causing Anti to get this consumed by rage, there was no telling what the demon would do. He could snap at any given moment. The community had no idea who was truly in control here – who really held the power. Anti could easily wipe out all of the egos and Jack himself if he wanted to. With a snap of his fingers, they could all cease to exist.

Anti retracted his now bleeding hand from the screen, the torn skin materializing and piecing itself back together instantly. He began pacing the room again, strong vibrations from each step rippling through the room and causing the ground to tremble, only making Jack jump and curl in on himself. Even the cage he was locked in flickered for a brief moment.

“OnE mOMeNt tHEy WaNt mE, AnD tHe NeXT, thEy CLaiM tHeY dOn’T? WHicH iS iT?! Am I nOt gOoD ENoUgH fOr THeM?!” The violent entity screeched at the screen, arms flailing from left to right out of an ugly hybrid of annoyance and rage. And from where Jack was cowering in the corner, he could make out a hint of confusion as well. “ThEY mADe Me WhAt I aM! ThEy GaVe mE liFe, ThEy BrOuGhT mE iNTo tHiS GOdDamN FiLtHy WOrLd! ThEy LoVeD mE, tHeY WAnTeD mE tO Be A REaLitY, aND tHaT’s EXaCtLy WhAt tHEy gOt! I’m HeRe NoW, aNd THIS is HoW thEy TReAt mE?!”

His entire body flickered spastically, one second showing him yanking on his hair and screaming, another of him strangling himself horribly to the point his eyes looked like they were going to pop out of his head. The ground was quivering again, parts of the room cracking and materializing here and there. Jack’s eyes flew across the darkened hell, his breaths coming out as laboured gasps; heart racing with trepidation, afraid the void was going to somehow collapse in on itself. With Anti in control of Jack’s physical body, he also had full control over the void, and being how the entity was already an unstable mess, then the void would become the exact same way. If Anti couldn’t keep himself in control, there was no way of determining the fate of the void.

“I gAvE tHEm WhAt tHeY-eY w-wAnTeD!” The demon screamed, his head once again freezing up for a fleeting second. “THeY wAnTEd yOU gOnE aNd OuT Of tHe PiCtuRe,” Unexpectedly, his head gave an unnatural cringe-worthy jerk in Jack’s direction. His eyes were cloaked an inky black, staring furiously at his pathetic excuse of a host. The Irishman’s heart skipped a beat as he tensed up, holding his breath, “aNd I DiD eXActLy tHaT! I WaiTeD fOR mONthS oN enD, AloNe anD CoLd iN yoUr FuCkiNg EMptY sKuLL! I wAitEd, I gAvE thEm aLL a CHaNcE tO chAnGe tHeiR MinDS aND seT Me StRAigHt, aNd tHEy diD noTHinG!” The edges of his form rippled and jerked fiercely, a demented version of himself projecting forth; laughing manically, almost like he was finding the twisted humour in all of this. “I tHoUGhT thEY wAnTeD yoU loNg dEAd, aNd tURns oUt I mAy bE wrOnG? ThAT I’Ve beEn MAdE oUt tO bE a fOoL?!” One moment he was boring his eyes into Jack, the next his figure glitched out and he was glaring back at the screen. He flung his arms out at either side. “WHat Do YoU wAnT fRoM mE?!”

The green-haired man was almost tempted to open his mouth and question the demon about what was bothering him, but he froze up at what he saw and heard next.

Anti was standing still now – well, about as still as he could, anyway. His body was still very much glitching out and shaking all over, multiple versions of himself flashing before the Irishman’s eyes. He wasn’t lashing out anymore, but his inhuman eyes were fixed on the damaged screen, scanning through the posts that remained on display. He clenched his teeth, jaw locking up.

“You all made me like this – exactly how you envisioned me to be – aNd YoU’vE MaDe ME iNtO A jOkE!” He raised his left arm; hand balled up into a fist and ready to give the screen another blow…but it never came. He seemed to freeze up in position, his entire form lagging. His fist was trembling ever so slightly, and with a growl, he released it; dropping his hand at his side. He was glaring daggers at the endless cruel posts the community had made – all of which were poking fun at him. His shoulders were shaking horribly as he stared at the screen, not bating an eye.

“Your own creation…Your own son…” He hissed softly under his breath. His voice sounded a bit different now. It wasn’t nearly as loud, distorted, or monstrous, it was softer and almost sounded like he was hurt. He almost sounded human.

He shook his head in disbelief, a flicker of a smile flashing quickly across his face. “You’re all supposed to be my family, and yet…” A growl crawled out of his slashed throat, “and yet you treat me like I’m nothing…Do I mean so little to you all?” He read through each of the posts, his head giving a violent jerk to the right, trying hard to contain his growing hatred. “What am I to you? A joke? An ExPEriMeNt gOnE wROnG?!” He yelled, temporarily losing control and causing the ground to start shaking for a brief second.

Though he didn’t need to breathe, his breaths were coming out quick and a tad unsteady. He inhaled deeply, attempting to relax. If looks could kill, Anti’s would be the most deadly. The expression upon his face read pure unadulterated hatred…but it wasn’t just that. There was something else there, but Jack was having difficulty making out what it was. The demon trembled, hands balling up into fists at his sides.

“I gave all of you what you wanted…I was being a good boy…I thought you’d all be proud of me, I thought you’d all love me for what I did…but…” He was visibly quivering, biting down on his lip sharply. Why, Jack didn’t know. His vision was becoming blurry due to how lightheaded he currently was. He squinted, leaning forward a bit to try and make out Anti’s expression, “you don’t….And you never will, I see that now.”

Were…Were those tears coming to his eyes? Jack’s eyes widened at the sight. He couldn’t believe it. The glitching entity was actually in pain, and it was showing through both his words and the expression upon his face. The demon only ever wanted to be loved, Jack realized. He only ever wanted to be seen as an equal like all of the other egos, and no matter how many times he tried to get the community’s attention, they always shot him down. Yes, they would make so much fan art, fanfiction, theories, and posts involving him and it would give him a whole lot of power, but through the glitch’s eyes, whenever he was about to show his true self to them all, they saw him as an annoyance – a bother – and they wanted him gone as soon as he’d show up. It was almost like they liked him better as an idea versus an actual existing being. He was always having to act like someone he wasn’t – he was always having to pretend to be Jack and convince them all that the Irishman wasn’t gone. And they were happy. But God forbid if he himself showed his true face. As soon as he’d do that, everyone would freak out for a few moments before automatically demanding to have Jack return. They would never accept him for who he was, and it broke the creature’s black heart.

“You’re never going to view me as your son. You’ve all blinded yourselves from that truth, and instead you’ve chosen to see me as nothing more than a monster – something you want to put to the test over…and over…and over again.” He spat with distaste, his body shaking violently as a lone tear raced down his cheek. He shook his head slowly, glitching out momentarily to show a version of himself laughing like a lunatic. “You don’t care about any of us…You just want to see chaos. So who’s the REAL fucked up monster here?” He growled, digging his nails deep into his palms. “I HATE you.” He seethed venomously, the space around him rippling and zig-zagging fiercely.

Jack watched him through the bars of the glacial cell, taking in just how emotionally hurt the apparition truly was. He felt a bit empathetic towards the creature, almost wanting to comfort him somehow, even after everything he had done to him. But all of this was the least of the Irishman’s concerns. Licking his dry chapped lips, he forced himself to finally speak and make himself known.

“W-What did you do?” His voice – it was far worse than it had been before. It was so gravelly and rough; it wasn’t a surprise when he coughed harshly into his hand only to see spots of blood in his palm.

Visibly tensing up, the unhinged abomination turned his head to direct his attention onto his prisoner; the heartache and suffering immediately dissipating from his onyx eyes. He was staring directly at Jack like he had just realized that he had been in the room all this time. With trembling lips and feeling tears starting to come to his eyes out of worry, the Irishman continued.

“W-What did you do to Henrik?” His voice was so brutally scratched up; his question came out as a faint whisper, dread hanging off of each individual word.

At hearing this, a grin stretched across the demon’s face and he unexpectedly threw his head back with a gross crack emitting from his neck; an insidious spine-chilling laugh bubbling out him. It made the YouTuber flinch and hug himself tightly. He wasn’t expecting the creature to go from being so furious, to pained, and then to sudden cruel delight so quickly. It’s like a switch went off in the being – one minute getting taken over by hatred and sorrow, the next slipping right into his usual unsettlingly happy self. And that’s what worried Jack more than anything. Anti cocked his head, eyeing the Irishman with a cheeky smile.

“THAT’S what’s bothering you so much? You’re more concerned for that feeble-minded impersonator who has the audacity to call himself a doctor than you are for your own self?” His head twitched furiously, his form glitching out as another demonic laugh raced out of his vocal cords. “Have you completely forgotten what time it is, Jackaboy?” He instantly went for his knife, which was still embedded into the cracked static-laced screen, and grasped it; yanking it out with a glitch of his body. “In fact, I should be cutting you open right now.” And without another thought, he was storming towards the cage; knife getting strangled in his grasp and an eerie jack o’ lantern-like grin plastered on his sickly pale face.

Breathing hitching out of panic, the cowering Irishman curled up into a ball, pressing his back into the brick wall behind him. Tears were threatening to tip over the edge and cascade down his face as he stared at the horrifying entity charging towards him. He shook his head vigorously.

“N-No. No, no, no, no, please. P-Please!” He whimpered, lips trembling as he struggled to both speak and hold back his tears. “P-Please, no! Anti…A-Anti, don’t! Please!”

The man yelped and jumped with a start when the glitch materialized into the cell with him, immediately surging forth, grabbing the Irishman by the hair, and pulling him to his feet. He slammed him violently into the wall, blinding white pain throbbing through the back of Jack’s head and triggering him to cough up a small mouthful of blood. He spluttered as Anti wrapped his dead-cold fingers around his neck, hauling him off of the ground and keeping him pinned to the wall; his grip tight enough to start making the green-haired man see stars. Jack choked, raising his shaky cut-up hands to his throat in a poor attempt to try and get the demon to release his hold on him.

“A-An…A-An-ti…” He croaked, his eyes rolling back in his head for a moment as he struggled to breathe.

Anti ignored him, a large toothy smile reaching ear to ear as he watched the man squirm. He chuckled low in his throat as the hand holding the knife shot up, first pointing it at the YouTuber’s face threateningly before lowering it downward, hovering right over Jack’s chest.

“I should be killing you right now. I’ve waited long enough for this – I even told you I’d butcher you once it reached 4 o’clock,” He let out a sadistic giggle, “and I never break my promises, Jackie.” He focused his eyes onto him, the smile faltering as his voice dropped an octave. “Never.”

Jack was a horrible trembling mess, a few loose tears running astray, no longer being able to hold in his fear. He hacked and dry heaved, a few spots of blood spewing from his mouth as he weakly clawed at Anti’s hand.

“P…P-Ple..P-Please…A-An-ti…” He tried to shake his head. “Y-You…d-don’t…have to…d-do th-this.”

The demon only laughed at his words, finding amusement in them. He raised his brows at the notion.

“Oh really? I don’t, do I? Oh Jackaboy, how wrong you are.” He clenched his fingers, tightening his grip around the man’s throat. The green-haired man let out a choked gasp, the edges of his vision flashing red. “I have to do this. Don’t you see? Don’t you see what your ‘loving community’ has done? DoN’t YoU?!” He screeched, the shadows surrounding them both seeming to vibrate and become pixelated for a fleeting moment. “They made me like this. For so long, I tried to get them to love me – I tried SO hard to get their attention and make them proud – but do you think they noticed? Do you THINK they acknowledged me the way I had hoped they would?” His head spastically twitched from left to right as he cackled evilly. “They threw me aside like garbage, seeing me as a one-time thing! They don’t care! They’ve never cared! Not about you, not about those other useless fuckers, and not even about me – their own creation, ThEiR OwN SoN!” He snarled, slowly pressing the tip of the blade into Jack’s chest. The YouTuber sucked in a pained breath, trying to push himself away from the knife.

Jack whimpered and choked, tears cascading over his cheeks as he closed his eyes, fear finally consuming him fully. This was it. There was no way of reasoning with Anti now. He had to accept it – this was how he was going to die. He squeezed his eyes tightly shut; bracing himself for the stabbing pain that would burst through his chest…but strangely, it never came. He waited and waited, but there wasn’t anything. Hesitantly, the Irishman reopened his eyes to the sound of the entity chuckling, retracting his knife and lowering his prisoner to the ground. The demon’s dark eyes were transfixed on him, not blinking.

“But I can’t…I won’t. Not now. I know I said I’d kill you right now, but I’m going to put it off awhile longer.” The terrible, awful grin he’d had on his face a few minutes ago returned much more devious than before. “Those twisted fuckers clearly want a show – they want chaos – and if that’s what they want, I can easily make it happen. They want a monster,” His eyes flashed a piercing neon green. “then that’s what they’ll get. No more Mr. Nice Guy. I’m done trying to get them to love me.”

Jack tried to pry his hand off of his throat, eyes shining with desperation. “A-Anti, please, you d-don’t –.”

“It’S ToO LaTE!” The glitchy demon shouted, his body glitching out to show him clawing at his bleeding eyes. “They had their chance! Time and time again, I gave them a chance to redeem themselves, and they FuCkEd Up! I’M dOnE wiTh iT aLL! FoRgiVeNesS anD LoVE aRe nO lOnGEr oN tHe taBLe!” What started off as a high-pitched giggle ringing throughout the darkness got dragged out into a deep demonic laugh that sent chills up the Irishman’s spine. “I will expose them for the villains they really are, you’ll see. You’ll all see! You’ll all perish,” He smirked, “and they’ll only have themselves to blame.” With that, he finally released Jack, allowing the man to collapse to his knees and cough violently, spots of blood flying onto the ground.

Anti leered down at him, seething through his teeth. “They think they have a hold on me, that they’re the ones who pull the strings. They think I’m their puppet, that they can control me! Well no more! I told them all that there are no strings on me.” He slowly lifted a hand, his eyes shifting to it. He stared at his fingers, flexing them and feeling the psychic link he had to Jack’s physical body. He watched the tendons in his wrist move, a shaken breath leaving him. “It’s time to visit the good doctor once again.”

Jack struggled to sit up straight, but his ears perked up at hearing him mention the doctor. He jerked his head up in time to see Anti glitch out of the cage, heading directly for the exit.

“W-Wait…W-Wait, no! Please! A-Anti!” He scrambled to his feet, racing for the end of the cage. “Anti! Don’t! P-Please don’t! D-Don’t do this!” He cried out.

But the demon didn’t listen; he left the room and immediately stormed down the hall towards the doctor’s quarters.

“ANTI!”

* * * * *

Barging into the operating room, Anti startled the poor doctor horribly. Henrik, like Jack, was now chained in the room. Granted, only one of his ankles was shackled, but he was unable to leave the operating room; he was bound there like a helpless dog. Before the demon had come storming in, Schneeple had been sitting at a desk with his head down, crying out of fear for his life as well as the others. He hadn’t the slightest idea where Jack was or what Anti had done to him. For all he knew, the man was dead. He sprang out of his chair and stumbled backward, nearly tripping over his chain at the unannounced appearance of the glitching creature. As a reflex, he raised his arms up to cover his face, bracing himself for any act of violence that would come his way.

“P-Please. Please, don’t! I-I didn’t do anyzhing, I svear!”

“Shut up!” The demon snapped. “Where are those x-rays you took of me?” He demanded as he began to search the room, shoving things out of his way.

The German lowered his arms just enough to take a glance at the entity. “V-Vhat?”

“The x-rays, you idiot! The ones you took of my chest – where are they?!” And right as he said this, he caught sight of the x-ray illuminator off in the far corner.

The sheets were still up on display. Without a word, Anti headed over to the illuminator, bringing it to life with a jolt of his own energy. His eyes scanned over the images, looking for something in specific. Henrik dropped his arms, casting his attention over at the demon. He blinked with confusion.

“I-I don’t understand. V-Vhy do you care about zhose?” He inquired.

Anti ignored him, yanking one of the sheets off of the illuminator and materializing out of existence before very suddenly showing up right in front of the doctor. Henrik yelped and jumped back, once more lifting his hands out of defense. Anti shoved the x-ray into his hands and the quivering doctor, after taking a breather, took a long look at the image. Upon seeing the brows of the man weave together out of question, the glitching entity told him what he expected him to do. Almost immediately, the German’s eyes widened in horror and all of the blood drained from his face. He didn’t at all hesitate to move away from the creature, throwing the x-ray at him as he shook his head madly.

“N-No…No, no, no, NO! You cannot be serious. You cannot make me do zhat – I von’t!” He exclaimed, a few shaky breaths leaving him.

“Oh but you will. You WILL do it.” Anti ordered, taking one slow step after another towards the doctor. “You’re a doctor after all, aren’t you? Who better to do the procedure than you yourself?” He chuckled darkly, his head twitching to the left fiercely.

Schneeple shook his head again. “N-No…N-No, you d-don’t understand. Zee precautions I’d have to take – .” He stopped to try and even out his breathing. It wasn’t working out like he’d hoped. “I-I’ve never – I’ve never done such an operation on someone before, let alone somezhing inhuman.” He kept backing up, eyes never leaving the monster that was following him. “Y-Your anatomy, I-I don’t know how different it is. I-If you go zhrough vith z-zhis, I can’t – I can’t guarantee it’ll vork.” He bumped into something, taking a quick glance behind him to see he had run into a countertop. He turned back to the demon to realize he was trapped. He gulped and shrunk down, eyes blown wide. “Z-Zhere’s no telling v-vhat vould happen. Y-You could die!”

Anti only chuckled in amusement at the doctor’s stuttering words. He cocked his head to the right, leering down at the horrified man.

“And that’s when you need to remind yourself, Doctor.” His eyes flicked an abyssal black, his voice dropping an octave. “I’m not human. I can’t die. Look at me.” He pointed to his deeply slit throat. “Don’t you think that would’ve killed me already if I was human?” He lowered his hand, eyes returning back to the sickening green they were. “Think of it this way, Doctor, think of it as a revolutionary discovery. You’ll be operating on an inhuman creature with abnormal anatomy – something that has never been seen before. You’ll be the first ever doctor in existence to make such a discovery.” He grinned, trying to win the doctor over into going through with what he wanted. “You WILL perform the operation on me. You WILL do as I say.” He hissed. “And if you don’t,” A wicked cruel smirk played at his lips, “maybe I’ll go after your precious wife and kids. I’ll slit their throats open just like I did with my own.” He hummed with thought. “I think I’ll start with the kids first.”

“NO!” Henrik pleaded, tears coming to his eyes out of fear for his family. They may have left him and had little to no respect for him remaining, but that didn’t mean he himself didn’t care about them anymore. He loved them with all of his heart, and if anything were to happen to them…

He cringed, staring up at the glitching monster with horror, looking like a kicked puppy. “Please! Please, don’t hurt zhem!”

A sinister growl came out of the demon’s slashed throat as his head twitched violently. “If you care for what’s left of your pathetic family, then you WILL perform the operation. Refuse and I WILL disembowel your whore of a wife and those stupid brats before you even have the chance to change your damn mind.” He promised.

Fearing for his family and believing every word that slithered out of the abomination’s static-laced mouth, Schneeple reluctantly nodded his head, a few lone tears escaping his eyes. He sniffled.

“Al-Alright..Al-Alright, I’ll do it! I’ll do it. P-Please, just…” He sobbed, his shoulders shaking as he tried to hold himself back from crying. “Please just d-don’t hurt my f-family…P-Please. I-I’ll do v-vhat you say, I svear.” He looked up at him, vision blurred from the fear clouding his eyes.

At hearing this, an insidious grin flashed across the demon’s face before he whirled around and stormed over to the operating table. “Good. Now let’s get this over with.”

Henrik stood up straight, wiping away the tears from his eyes. He blinked in surprise. “V-Vait, vait! You – You vant to do it now?!” He asked in alarm.

Anti was already pulled off his shirt, chucking it off somewhere as he took a glimpse at the trembling doctor. He looked a tad bit agitated at the stupid question.

“Yes, I want to do it now! Why would I want to put this off for some other time? Now get over here, you fucking coward!” He snapped harshly, his body glitching out for a moment.

Gathering what little courage he had, Henrik nodded slowly before rushing to get his surgical smock, cap, and mask. He hurriedly slipped on everything, nearly tripping over his feet in the process. He walked over to where Anti was now laying down on his stomach on the operating table, putting on his glasses and snapping on a pair of vinyl gloves. He was about to start hooking him up to his monitors when he distinctly remembered how the creature didn’t have a heartbeat, let alone have a need to breathe to survive. Henrik forgot about that instantly and went to grab the anesthesia mask, ready to knock the demon out, when Anti suddenly lashed out and gripped his arm, stopping him. The abomination jerked his head, taking a look at the doctor.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

Henrik blinked, swallowing hard before replying. “Y-You need anesthesia.”

The monster shook his head. “No I don’t.”

“But – But zee pain – .”

“I can handle it.” Anti insisted. “Besides, I don’t trust you. One wrong move, Doctor, and your family is as good as dead.” He let the doctor go before resting his head again. “Now get on with it.”

Looking worried beyond ever, Schneeple stared down at the demon uncertainly. “I-I don’t know about zhis.”

Anti’s demonic eyes locked onto the nervous doctor. “CuT mE oPEn, DaMn IT!” He seethed through his teeth, his body glitching out spastically; a twisted psychotic laugh ringing out of his vocal cords.

Gasping at the sudden outburst, the doctor nodded rapidly and pulled his stainless steel table over so it was right at his side; all of the necessary instruments already laid out, ready to use. Before continuing, Schneeple went over to the nearby counter and rummaged around until he came across a bottle – diethyl ether. He made out the amused distorted chuckle coming from his patient behind him as he grabbed the bottle, opened it, pulled down his mask, and took a good swig of the drug.

“Pathetic. The surgery hasn’t even commenced and the ‘good doctah’ is resorting to intoxication already.” He giggled with delight, as though it were some absurd joke.

Pulling the bottle away from his lips, the doctor staggered over to the operated table, setting the bottle down on the nearby table. He blinked, feeling the drug slowly but surely beginning to kick in. He readjusted his mask over his face, grabbing the overhead light and getting it into the right position.

“F-For vhat I’m about to do,” His breathing was coming out heavy and uneven. He scoffed nervously, “drugs are zee only zhing zhat’ll keep me sane.”

Without another word, Henrik proceeded with the operation. He stared down at the creature’s back, feeling along it to first indicate where he’d make the incision. His heart jolted when he felt faint movement under his fingertips, like something was squirming – throbbing – right beneath the surface of the entity’s skin. Swallowing hard, the good doctor reached for his scalpel. He knew that with an operation such as this, an electrocautery pen would normally be used to limit the blood flow, but he had no time to find that damned instrument. Besides, Anti wasn’t human – who knew how his biology functioned? Gently touching the entity’s back, before making the incision, Henrik eyed the demon’s head.

“Please…t-try to remain in control of yourself.” He begged. “One wrong slip and who knows vhat’ll happen.”

Anti only gave a soft growl in reply, taking a deep breath to try and stabilize his glitching form. Carefully, the doctor pressed the blade into the flesh of the demon, and slowly dragged it all along the length of his back, from the base of his spine up to where the cervical spine was located. A hiss was heard coming from the entity, but he surprisingly managed to stay still. Small lines of blood trailed out of the long cut, weaving down over the monster’s pale body and onto the table. If this had been any ordinary human being he was operating on, Schneeple would’ve most certainly been worrying right now. But seeing as Anti wasn’t human, he carried on with the procedure. Setting the scalpel aside and exchanging it for two sets of self-restraining retractors, the doctor proceeded to pull open the incision; slowly peeling back the skin and muscle of the demon’s back. Almost immediately, Anti tensed up all over, a growl rumbling out of him as he gripped the edges of the table tightly. He couldn’t hide it, he felt the pain, and it was excruciating, far worse than when he had slit his throat open. And although he was in great pain, he did not stop the doctor – he did not dare ask for anesthesia. He was going to go through with the agony, he WANTED to. Those heartless traitors he once thought were his family had created him, they had given him life, and they made him the way he was. They had been in control for so long, they could shape him any which way they wanted…but after this…no more.

Never again.

As Henrik pulled open the back of the demon, much blood began to gush out; washing over the pale flesh and flooding the table, some even managed to drip down onto the tiled floor at the doctor’s feet. He cursed repeatedly under his breath, a shaky breath leaving him at the amount of blood leaving the entity. It only seemed a lot worse when he noticed what looked like some sort of black slime-like substance leaking out along with the crimson. He gagged, turning his head away for a brief moment to collect himself. Anti had been right – he was going to see the abnormal insides of an inhuman creature, and he honestly didn’t know if he was going to be able to handle it. A soft chuckle came from the entity, knowing fully well how the doctor was reacting. Taking a small break, Henrik stopped and tugged down his mask to take a large gulp of the ether, needing the drug to kick in a bit faster. Slamming down the bottle, he adjusted his mask and returned to the operation, blinking a few times over since his vision was blurring in and out of focus thanks to the drug.

Using the retractors, he peeled back the flabs of flesh and muscle until the creature’s spine was exposed to him. The insides of the abomination were certainly nothing the doctor had seen before – everything was tinted green and black, lines of black weaving out in every which direction; pulsing with evil. There were small black spots all over the muscles, giving them the sickly appearance of being horrifically infected. His breathing beginning to pick up out of just how disturbed he was getting, the doctor grabbed for his Cobb elevator and surgical sponge and dug in deep, carefully pushing any muscle away from the entity’s bones to allow himself a better visualization. He nearly screamed when the muscular walls seemed to throb, only to then come upon what looked like wires and circuits deep down and lining the creature’s spine. Anti suddenly released a scream at feeling his muscles get pulled and stretched, his entire body glitching out spastically for a moment; the overhead light flickering as a result. The doctor jumped back in alarm, cursing in German as he stared in horror at the insides of the monster. Tears were beginning to come to the man’s eyes, both red and black substances coating his hands and staining his smock. The poor doctor was visibly trembling now, shaking his head.

“I-I can’t…I-I can’t do zhis…” A tear ran down his face. “Z-Zhis…Z-Zhis is so wrong – operating on a v-very much c-conscious inhuman…c-creature. I-I can’t.”

Anti suddenly whipped his head around, glaring daggers at the doctor. “YoU WiLL! NeEd I rEmiNd yOu oF yOUr dArLiNg family?” He spat harshly.

The reminder of his family’s lives on the line made Henrik’s poor heart constrict painfully, causing him to nearly keel over, gripping his chest tightly. Another tear fell from one of his eyes, his hands shaking as he nodded and stepped forth to continue with the surgery. He didn’t want to do any of this, he knew it was all so wrong and disturbing beyond words, but if it meant keeping his family alive and safe, he had to do it. He would do anything the demon would ask of him.

“I-I’m so sorry...p-please forgive me.” He muttered under his breath, hoping like hell his wife and kids wouldn’t ever find out about what he was currently doing. If they ever found out, he would truly lose them forever.

With the manifestation’s abnormal muscles pushed to the side to reveal the spine, Henrik let out an unsteady breath, eyes widening at what he was looking down at. All along the creature’s spine was what seemed like a giant throbbing root-like organ; coiled up securely around the entire length of the spine. It was an inky black, thin lines of moss green weaved out all along it; glowing brightly with each pulse. It was like the thing had a life of its own – like it was breathing – leeching onto Anti’s spine. There were both thick and thin black veins protruding from the organ, branching out in ever which direction; linking up to the creature’s organs, nerves, veins, and any of the wires and circuits that were intact. Inky ooze smothered the entirety of the organ, and when the doctor went to prod at it with a finger, he could’ve sworn he felt something slither underneath the tissue. His eyes scanned up and down the thing with equal parts horror and fascination.

“V-Vhat…V-Vhat is zhis?” He questioned, fear very much evident in his voice. He was greatly disturbed at what he was seeing. He hadn’t the slightest idea what it was, but whatever it was, Anti wanted it removed NOW.

“Tear it out.” The demon snarled, tensing up and bracing himself for the oncoming pain. “Go oN! RiP it OuT! RiP IT oUt NoW!”

Quickly downing a few gulps of ether and feeling woozy all of sudden, Dr. Schneeplestein steadied himself out against the table; bile rising in his throat as he watched the root-like organ throb, something squirming beneath the surface. Feeling beads of sweat coming to his forehead, the doctor reached over to the table with a trembling hand and grabbed a few nerve hooks; positioning them inside and very carefully maneuvering the entity’s nerves out of the way. Another hiss came from the glitchy manifestation, his grip tightening further on the bloody table he lay upon. As soon as Henrik was sure there weren’t any nerves in the way, he reached for a pair of forceps and his scalpel. His eyes drifted back to the demon’s head, his heart rate increasing to the point all he could hear was his blood rushing through his ears. He let out an unsteady breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding in for the last few minutes.

“A-Are you sure about zhis?” He returned his gaze to the throbbing organ, noticing just how complex it was and how it was strategically wired up to anything and everything in the creature’s body. “Zee structure, it’s…i-it’s very complex...If I accidentally sever somezhing or…or you move…”

“JuSt dO iT! GeT it OuT of Me!” It almost sounded like there was trepidation in his voice, like he was afraid of what would happen. And yet, he still did not stop the doctor’s actions. The part of him that made him the community’s creation was lodged deep into his back – it’s how they managed to pull the strings on him. It was the source of how he was the way he was. And here he was, going through drastic measures to have it removed. The community had done this to him; they had driven him over the edge for the last time. And the sooner the strings were cut – the sooner this retched thing was taken out of him – the better.

Not daring to argue with the demon, Henrik proceeded to start cutting into the organ that was coiled around the creature’s spine. Using his scalpel, he carefully began to sever away at each individual vein that sprouted from the organ that was latched onto the rest of Anti’s inner anatomy. Blood and black sludge spewed out, flying into the doctor’s face; causing him to gasp and nearly choke on his own saliva. He sliced away at the veins, plucking at them like the strings on a harp; having them snap one by one. And with each cut, the demon released countless growls and whimpers of agony; his deathly pale fingers clinging to the table for dear life. He was struggling so hard to keep his form from glitching out; there was no way of ignoring the pain no matter how hard he tried. He was drowning in it.

Once all of the cords had been severed, it was time to take out the root of evil – the leech. Using his forceps, the doctor took hold of one end of the organ and slowly began to pull it back, using his scalpel to carefully detach the thing from the vertebra. Almost immediately, Anti arched forward and suddenly let out a bloodcurdling scream, one of which sounded incredibly inhuman. It was distorted and had a bit of a roar to it, and yet agony was evident in it. Normally, anyone would think a scream from Anti would sound enraged or frustrated, but not this one. This one genuinely made him sound like he was in excruciating pain.

As the doctor continued to tug and pull on the parasite latched onto the demon’s spine, scream after horrific scream left the entity’s lips; his grip so tight on the table that he was actually causing enough pressure to bend the edges. Henrik almost felt sorry for the creature – he couldn’t even begin to imagine the amount of pain Anti was experiencing at that moment. He was a tad bit tempted to stop and pump him full of anesthesia just to put an end to the screams and agony, but he knew if he tried – if he made one move – it would be game over for his family, and he wasn’t willing to take the risk.

“I-I’m so sorry…” Tears flooded the doctor’s eyes, a horrendous abomination of disturbance, horror, nausea, regret, and guilt swimming in his gut. He felt sick, genuinely beginning to give the appearance of a corpse. His face was as white as a sheet, and he looked like he was going to faint at any second. “I-I’m so so sorry…”

Anti could barely even hear the man’s words over his pained screams. He had his face pressed down hard into the operating table, eyes squeezed tightly shut and teeth clenched together, desperately attempting to hold in his shrieks. But the poor thing, he couldn’t hide the agony he was experiencing. Anti had always been a creature to withstand any sort of pain. Hell, he’d almost find some sort of sickening amusement out of it. He could cut himself open, get shot at, and even dismember a limb if he really wanted to. And none of it would bother him – he would laugh with a twisted sense of humour. Sure, he’d feel the pain, but it was more ticklish to him than it was agonizing. If he were human, it would most certainly be the exact opposite.

But fuck, what he was going through at that very moment was the most excruciating, most horrifying thing he had ever gone through in his entire existence.

This leech was an actual physical part of his body, it was his very core and he was having it cut out of his body. All connections to the community were going to get stripped away, completely gone forever. This thing – it was NEVER going to regrow. He was never going to be a puppet again, a mockery to those callous deceivers he had once believed to be his family.

They weren’t his family…they never had been. The community had only ever seen him as their creation, never their son, and it took him this long to finally realize that.

Family didn’t do this. Family didn’t drive their loved one into having their body mutilated. Family didn’t stand by and not give a fuck about their own son.

If they had truly loved him, none of this would be happening.

If they had truly loved him, they wouldn’t have hurt him so much to the point of breaking him apart.

Pain wasn’t just strictly radiating throughout his back now. His heart was constricting tightly in his chest, a cancerous growth of shame and hurt swelling up deep inside. He may have not required the need to breathe, and yet, he felt like he was suffocating – like there wasn’t any air in the room whatsoever. His nails dug into the steel table, his limbs trembling from the struggle of holding back his pain. Loud whimpers of a wounded animal rose out of his slashed throat as he felt his eyes beginning to water.

They had done this to him. He knew that this is exactly what they would’ve wanted. After all, he had failed them. He hadn’t given them what they wanted, he hadn’t pleased them. He was becoming a nuisance, a bore, a thorn in their sides. He wasn’t their son, he was a monster who deserved to be punished. He deserved this pain and suffering.

He winced and suddenly jolted, snapping his back forward and letting out an ear-piercing scream at feeling the root getting slowly ripped from his spine. The tendons were stretching in a way they shouldn’t have been able to, tearing apart and coming undone in black, bloody ribbons. A few lone tears finally escaped his eyes, running down his cheeks and onto the table as he screamed.

“I’M – I’M S-SOrRy!”

He cried out in anguish, clawing at the edges of the table as his mind tortured him with visions of the community.

All he could think about was how much of a failure he was, how he was a mistake. Was that what he was – a mistake? Had he never been planned? Is that why they hated him so much? Is that why they were making him do this? He wasn’t the “perfect, beautiful creation” they had wanted him to be, he was just an abomination, an experiment gone wrong and thrown aside. What had he done wrong? WHAT HAD HE DONE WRONG?!

A few more tendons got stripped away from his spine, black sludge spewing out onto the doctor who was mutilating the glitch’s back. He arched as another pained scream was ripped from his lungs, his entire body glitching and jerking out spastically. A few versions of himself flickered by in seconds flat, none of which were happy, giggly, or enraged. Every single one was of him crying and hugging himself tightly, looking like a terrified child who was desperately longing for comfort from their mommy and daddy.

“P-PLeAsE! I-I’M SoRRy!” He wailed, choking on his sobs as he endured the blinding-hot torture. His head twitched violently from side to side as he struggled to remain somewhat stable. Tear after tear left his cold soulless eyes, weaving lines of distress on his pale face. His being shook all over, raking his nails along the underside of the table. “MaKE It – It SToP!”

Poor Schneeple – he couldn’t handle hearing the glitching entity’s screams of gut-wrenching agony. He felt like he was butchering a weak, defenseless animal. This was taking a toll on him in the most horrendous way possible. It wasn’t just seeing Anti’s abnormal inner anatomy that was deeply disturbing him. It wasn’t the fact that he was currently removing some disgusting, leech-like parasite from the glitch’s spine that was sending him over the edge.

No, it was the fact that he was operating on a very much conscious patient, and though that patient was inhuman and could withstand pain, it was evident that the agony the creature was going through was genuine and not an act. Those screams, those tears, those pleas to put an end to the agony – none of it was fake. And it was absolutely killing the doctor.

What would his wife think if she knew what he was doing right then and there? Not only was he helping a devious being into getting what he wanted, he was performing surgery on a conscious individual who was writhing in unbearable pain. Oh God, if his wife knew about this…

Henrik felt a few tears run astray down his face as he momentarily stopped what he was doing to reach for his bottle of ether, his hand unsteady and covered in blood and inky residue. He yanked on his mask and gulped down the drug, inhaling and exhaling sharply as he downed more than half of the bottle. He didn’t give a fuck anymore; he honestly could care less how he was making a desperate attempt to fully intoxicate himself. He couldn’t bear with this horror; it was scarring him deeper than anything. As the last few drops of ether slid down his throat, he threw the empty bottle somewhere over his shoulder; a few ragged breaths expelling from his lips. His eyes were scanning over the butchered mess that was his patient lying in front of him. He raised a trembling hand to his mouth, not seeming to care how blood and sludge were now getting smeared over his face.

“S-Shite.” He stuttered under his breath, his stomach churning and nausea circling around in his head; tempting him to hurl right then and there. But he couldn’t stop now. He wanted to – God knows how he wanted to drop everything and run – but he couldn’t. Even if he did, where would he go? He was chained to the floor; there was absolutely no way of him getting free from that shackle. And if he didn’t continue with the procedure, his family would surely be next on the slab.

His vision was swimming now and he was having a bit of difficulty focusing. Clearly the drug was kicking in. His nerves felt like they were on fire, and though he was swaying slightly and feeling weak-kneed, his body was still trembling from the terror. Henrik lazily readjusted his mask before leaning against the table, poorly trying to keep himself upright. He grasped his forceps and scalpel and returned to the nightmare-inducing task, not missing the wheezing whimpers coming from the man upon the table.

Anti lurched and spastically thrashed around for a brief moment, belting out a shrill scream laced with nothing but agony. He tried to hide his face, not wanting the doctor to see how truly wounded he was, inside and out. He was a trembling, crying mess, begging for the pain to end already.

“P-PLeASe! M-MaKE It S-StOp!” He pleaded, not to Schneeple but to the community – his supposed “family”. He whimpered, sobbing and hissing through his teeth as more tendons were peeled away from his spine. His shoulders shook from the force of his crying.

“P-PLEaSe! I-I’LL bE A gOoD BOy! I-I’LL bE A gOoD BOy! I S-SwEAr – FuUuUuCk!” He arched, letting out another scream as he gripped onto the table as though his life depended on it.

Henrik breathed heavily and shakily, constantly cursing under his breath as he worked. Blood and inky sludge was gushing all over his hands, running down in gross sticky strings and globs as he tugged and pulled at the pulsing organ. He struggled to see clearly, what with the tears blurring his vision as well as the effects of the drug fogging up his brain.

“I-I’m s-sorry…” He whispered. “I-I’m d-doing…z-zee best I can.” He was saying this more to himself than he was to the crying, unstable manifestation. He shook his head sluggishly, head heavy from the ether.

“G-Good God, p-please…p-please forgive me.” He sobbed softly, a lone tear trailing down one of his cheeks. “I-I’m n-not…n-not a bad person, I s-svear. I…I j-just…” His lips were trembling under his mask, trying hard to keep himself from bawling his eyes out right then and there. “I-I just v-vant my family t-to be safe.”

Butchering away at the organ and extracting it from the spine, Anti’s form was struggling to stay stable. Every few seconds, he glitched out violently; different versions of himself flashing at a blurring speed. At one point, Henrik’s grip on the scalpel nearly slipped and he had almost thought he had cut a major artery or organ. Luckily he hadn’t. The thing was squirming as he pulled, a gross nauseating squishing sound emitting from the organ as a spray of black ooze splattered onto the doctor’s smock. The leech was hanging on only by a few strong tendons, keeping it firmly attached to the vertebra. The light above him flickered spastically like a strobe light, a few of the other lights in the room bursting unexpectedly. The screens on his nearby monitors were acting out, turning on and off suddenly; getting corrupted by static and pixels. Henrik’s breathing hitched when the demon let out a horrifying scream of pain. He knew all of the supernatural occurrences were because of him – he knew given the last two times he had operated on him, the exact same things had happened. Feeling tears running down his cheeks and his vision beginning to fade in and out, Schneeple severed the organ from the spine; finally extracting it from the demon’s body and tossing it onto a nearby slab. He watched as the green luminescent veins in the organ gradually died down, as did the throbbing of the organ until it was completely lifeless; lying dead and unmoving on the table.

Panting shakily and feeling beads of perspiration on his forehead running down his temples, the good doctor stumbled backward, struggling to catch his breath. He was covered with blood and sticky black sludge, as was the operating table Anti lay upon. With his hands trembling, Henrik dropped his tools and tore his mask off, a few tears falling from his face at the horror he had just endured. He leaned against a nearby table and sobbed.

“Z-Zhere…Z-Zhere…I-I did…I did v-vhat you vanted…” He cried, stared at his gore-soaked hands. “I d-did it.”

For some time, the demon didn’t respond. He let out a few uneven breaths, but he didn’t reply to the doctor. Instantaneously, the glitching creature’s back closed up in seconds flat; his brutalized flesh and muscle materializing and piecing itself back together without the use of any medical treatment. His eyes flung open, blacker than black as he felt a surge of energy course throughout his body. A low growl came from deep within the bowels of his form, and in a blurring motion, he was off the table and looming over the broken doctor. And before Henrik could react fast enough, everything went black.

* * * * *

Slowly but surely coming to, Henrik’s eyes fluttered open to a blinding white light directly over him. He squinted and winced, moving to lift a hand to shield his eyes, only to realize he could barely move at all. Brows furrowing out of confusion and head throbbing from whatever had knocked him out, the doctor struggled to focus on anything around him.

“V…Vhat is…Vhat is going on?” He asked, slurring his words.

He managed to make out a petite bone-chilling giggle come from somewhere off to his left.

“Ah, zee good doctah is vaking up. Good, good.” He heard the entity speak in a distorted voice, mocking the doctor’s German accent.

Blinking groggily and shaking his head gently in an attempt to focus properly, Henrik turned his head to see Anti standing over him, who was now donning his own surgical attire, complete with cap and mask as well. Only becoming further confused, Schneeple made a move to try and sit up, but found that he wasn’t able to. He tugged at his wrists and ankles and with a pang of dread, the compromising situation he was in finally dawned over him. Glancing downward as his breathing increased, he saw how he was bound to the blood-soaked operating table that Anti had been laying on not too long ago. He jerked and yanked as hard as he could, having a sliver of hope that maybe the bonds would come lose, but they didn’t budge, not one bit. He heard Anti chuckle sadistically, which immediately caused him to jerk his head in his direction and look up at the creature with eyes wide with horror.

“V-Vhat is zee meaning of zhis?!” He demanded, though his voice was trembling with fear. “You vouldn’t hurt me! You said you’d leave us alone if I did vhat you asked!”

“Ah, ah, ah, Doctor. Not quite.” Anti tsked, clicking his tongue as his head twitched spastically. “You see, I said I wouldn’t hurt your family if you did what I said. And I keep my promises, Doctor. No harm will come to your precious wife and kids, I assure you.” He said even though the doctor could clearly hear the smirk in his voice, like he was trying not to burst out laughing.

Henrik shook his head. “N-No…No, no, please. Please don’t kill me!”

The glitch threw back his head and released the most fear-inducing maniacal laugh the German had ever heard, causing Henrik to tense up all over and flinch back.

“Kill you? Oh no, no, no, Doctor, why would I want to kill you? After everything you’ve done for me, you do not deserve death; you’ve proven to be rather useful.” The demon admitted. “That is why I feel the need to give you something in return. You helped me, now it only seems fitting I help you.”

Henrik quivered violently, his heart pummelling away at his ribcage; nerve-racking fear surging through his veins. His pupils were dilated, the horror glistening brightly in his eyes.

“V-Vhat?...H-Help me?” He gulped, hesitant to ask. “H-How? V-Vith vhat?”

A dark chuckle could be heard from deep in the slashed throat of the glitchy entity as he reached over to grab something. Anti looked down upon him, his eyes glowing a luminous green.

“Now now, Doctor, don’t play games with me. You and I both know what the problem is here.” He suddenly held an orbitoclast – the ice pick-like instrument used for lobotomies – right over the man’s right eye socket. He cocked his head, sadistic glee gleaming in the demon’s eyes. “You need a bit of fixing.”

Henrik could’ve sworn his heart had stopped beating for a couple of seconds at the realization of what was going to be done to him. This all seemed far too familiar to him all of a sudden. And with a blink of his eyes, a flashback to October 29th struck him – when he had been operating on Jack – or Anti, as he recently discovered – he had had multiple hallucinations, one of which had been so incredibly vivid and horrific that he had had nightmares for two weeks afterwards. Returning to reality, the poor doctor stared up at the sinister demon pretending to play doctor; fear taking a hold of him. He shook his head violently, now beginning to writhe upon the gore-stained table he was bound to.

“No. No, no, no, NO! NO! PLEASE! Please don’t!” He cried out, tears blurring his vision before falling free. “Please, don’t do zhis! I vant to see my family, zhat’s all I vant! Please!” He tugged away the bonds restraining him, not at all caring how they were digging into his skin. “Please, let me go!”

Blinding white pain erupted in the back of his head as Anti grabbed hold of his hair and slammed his head down on the table, momentarily putting an end to his pleas and struggles. Henrik’s vision was a distorted blurry mess as he tried to look up at the monster, watching as the pick was moved into position over his eye; Anti raising a small hammer over top of it.

“P…P-Plea…ssse..”

Though it couldn’t be seen due to his mask in the way, a terrifying toothy grin stretched across the expanse of the glitchy entity’s face.

“Now,” With a blink of his eyes, they flickered to their natural abyssal black; boring into the German’s soul, “let’s get inside that brain of yours’.”

Letting lose a laugh that would only belong to a deranged psychopath, Anti brought down the hammer. And all throughout the operating room, all throughout the hall leading out off into the deepest darkest parts of the void, a weakened Irishman heard the shrillest ear-piercing, bloodcurdling scream he had ever heard. With anguish tugging viciously at his heart, he too cried out into the darkness.

“ANTI!”

Part 8 - Ze Good Doctah

Part 10 - Always Watching

Author's Note: About this chapter being crucial - it was already somewhat stated in the chapter how Anti was feeling towards the community, how through his eyes, we don't love him and we view him as anything else but a son. It's also stated in the chapter that he wanted to get the part of him that makes him our creation removed from his body so he's no longer under our control.

What I wanted to do with this chapter was show just how unhinged and damaged Anti truly is because of us. This chapter is his breaking point, this is what happened after "Kill Jack" and how he's no longer going to try and get us to love him, he's going to use fear. But first, he needed to get rid of the strings that connected him to us. In "Kill Jack", he said there were no strings on him, and in the story, I feel he said that more as something to scare us and make us change our ways. But given how we didn't change, if anything we made matters worse, he realized this and saw that he had to now go to drastic measures. We've gotten him to hate us so much that he got his body mutilated just so he couldn't be connected to us anymore. We drove our son into doing something that horrific and it's incredibly disturbing. That's what my goal was with this chapter - really show how far we've pushed Anti.

@gridhorizon @fear-is-nameless @jse-fandom-protection-squad @septic-obsessed @darkcurious @butterlover328 @steffid101 @sketchy-scribs-n-doods @n-o-ra-xi @haveaverynicetime @golden-eyed-guardians @nightmarewolf133 @maybekatie @jack-a-yote @lil-gib @aeoix @lemonofweirdness @randomcrystals

#this chapter killed me X_X #the research was no fun #but fuuuck I have a twisted imagination #I don't know what to even say about this chapter #told you it was a ride #glitched #antisepticeye #anti #jacksepticeye #antisepticeye fanfiction #anti fanfiction #jacksepticeye fanfiction #antisepticeye fanfic #anti fanfic #jacksepticeye fanfic

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archiveofolives · 5 years ago

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TAG URSELF I'M LITERALLY EVERYONE ELSE WHO ISN'T ZACK OR CLOUD HERE

#dffoo #dffoo spoilers #final fantasy vii #zack fair #cloud strife #as someone who's never and will never play crisis core i finally understand why some zack fans have somehow become anti-cloud #which is funny if u think about it bc CLOUD himself is a zack fan who's anti-cloud lmfao!#so it all checks out #so happy i got his ex tho!#even tho i...must have spent almost 50k gems to get it x_x #but MAN his skillset is worth it! :oooo #that voice + the bgm is so painful to listen to tho #every time he cries im like ZACK THIS IS WHY YOU WERE KILLED TONE DOWN THE PASSION IN UR HEART #except you know THIS IS ZACK #me enhancing his bullet proof vest: if i mlb this do i get to change history #but this was a fun chapter :o #and i love how a lot of his moves include locking targets to himself??#BC THAT'S HIM

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shintin · 3 years ago

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Forget Me Not: Chapter 7 (Ice and Fire)

↳ Gojo Satoru x Female Reader

Description: Imagine that from the moment you opened your eyes into this world, you had no choice but to kill and shed the blood of others, that you had to fight alongside Toji Fushiguru and die with him.

What would you do when they force you to do something you don't like? When the torment of conscience presses on your throat, will you give up? Now think about a day that life gives you another chance; how would you use it?

This is the story of a murderer who seeks salvation. Will she find it in the arms of Satoru Gojo? Or will pain find her sooner than redemption and drive her out of heaven forever?

Genre: heavy angst, sad love story, maybe tragedy, violence, lonely hearts, broken souls, +18.

Tags/Warnings: smut, smut, and smut again, etc.

Author Note: OMG! that was my first smut writing experience. I'm so embarrassed x_x

Chapter index -> Next chapter

Year: 2018

The white-haired man in a white shirt and black pants stood behind the door with his sunglasses on. The door opened quickly after one or two knocks. When Satoru Gojo saw the face of the person who had opened the door, a grin appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The red-haired woman, wearing nothing but black lace lingerie, reached out and pulled Satoru in. After closing the door, she pushed Satoru towards the door, and there, without waiting, she put her tongue in his half-open mouth.

"You missed me this much?" Satoru said as he tried to grab the red-haired woman's shoulders and push her back a few inches.

Now, as the author, let me tell you - kissing and romance made no sense to Satoru Gojo. His relationships were limited to one-night stands. If we were to assume that a woman was very sexy and attractive, they might become fuck buddies; Like this red-haired woman, Riba.

After Satoru pulled her away, Riba realized her mistake, bit her lip, and said: "I didn't even touch myself! I have saved all of myself for you~~" and rubbed off her cunt on her underwear.

And with that, the red-haired woman approached him again. This time, instead of his lips, she directed her tongue towards his neck. While grinding her lower body against his, she tried to unbutton his shirt.

Satoru took off his glasses and placed them on the table next to the entrance. He grabbed Riba's ass with his hands and rubbed it before spanking the woman's ass with both hands simultaneously.

The woman moaned loudly.

"You like that, don't you?" The red-haired woman didn't answer. Then one of Satoru's hands crawled from the woman's buttocks to her chest. After rubbing her breasts, he gripped the nipple of one of her breasts tightly and pinched it.

Her moans filled the room then her eyes fell on the bulge in Satoru's pants. After unbuttoning his shirt, Riba licked his body from his neck to his belt with her tongue. While putting her hand on the bump in Satoru's pants, with a lustful smile, Riba's gaze fell from his bulge to his face, and she swallowed.

"So hungry, hah? Do you want me to feed you?"

Again the woman didn't answer. This time, Satoru bent down, grabbed Riba's chin, looked into her green eyes, and said: "If I ask you a question you have to answer it, understood?"

The woman was so horny and couldn't even think straight. "Yessss ummmm~~" and "Let me suck it" came out of her mouth. After hearing these two sentences, Satoru unbuckled his belt, pulled down his pants, and said, while holding his cock in front of Riba's face: "Suck it like it's your last meal."

The woman lustfully put her tongue on his cock and, without hesitation, like a starving person, put his cock in her mouth until it hit the end of her throat.

"Aah..~ F-fuck yessss~ Hold your mouth there!" and Satoru grabbed her head and pulled it back and forth on his dick. The woman's saliva flowed from the corners of her lips to the ground. Still, he continued to pump into her mouth, enjoying the contact of the tip of his cock with the end of the woman's throat.

Satoru continued the thrusting motion until the woman gagged and pushed his legs with her hands. It was only at this moment that he took his dick out of her mouth. She was finally able to breathe, and after a moment, she eagerly licked Satoru's cock and balls again.

"Mmmmh mmmhmmh, your cock is the only candy that sweetens my mouth~"

"Aaah aah~ is that so~ fuucck."

Satoru pulled the belt out of his pants while the woman's tongue moved on his dick. He wrapped it around her neck and pulled the belt to bring her mouth closer to his cock.

"If you love candy this much, how about letting me make your mouth sweeter?"

While sticking out her tongue, the woman said: "yeessss~~Mhhhhhhmmmm."

"You're such a whore, Riba." While pulling the belt, his dick was placed entirely inside her mouth.

Tears welled up in the corner of the woman's eyes as her saliva was pouring on her knees and lingerie. Riba's knees were red. After seeing the woman struggling to breathe, Satoru took his dick out of her mouth. The woman took a deep breath and licked her lips with her tongue. Then she turned to him and said: "I want you to fuck me hard in a way that I won't be able to walk. I want you to turn my two holes into one. I want you to tear up my cunt."

Satoru grabbed the woman by the neck, turned her around, tore off her lace lingerie, and put his hand inside her vagina.

"I haven't even touched you yet and you are wet? What a horny bitch you have become!"

"Yeaaah, aaaahhh, I'm your bitch~"

He rubbed his hand inside the woman's cunt before placing his wet hand in front of her face. "Lick your own wetness."

The woman obeyed and licked Satoru's fingers. Meanwhile, he put his other hand on the woman's cunt and inserted his first finger inside it. She stopped licking while he grabbed one of her breasts, pressing and pinching her nipples while simultaneously massaging the inside of her vagina.

"Ayyyyyyyyyyhhhh, I want all your fingers inside me~"

And Satoru dipped all three of his fingers inside the woman's cunt.

"You have been fingered so much that I can put my two hands inside your stretched cunt!"

"Then do it, aaahhhh~~, I want you to fuck me like there is no tomorrow, ummmmm!"

Satoru accelerated his hand movement in her cunt and forced her to move towards the bedroom as he pressed his dick against her back.

Inside the bedroom, Satoru pulled his hand out of Riba, pushed her on the bed, leaned over her, grabbed her by the throat with one hand, and without making eye contact with her, thrust his other hand back into her vagina.

Satoru lowered his head, placed his mouth on her nipples, and began to bite and suck them. Every time his tongue touched Riba's nipple, the red-haired woman's body twisted.

Now, Satoru's fourth finger was moving back and forth inside her cunt! At the same time, her body shook, and his hand became wetter than before.

"Did I allow you to come?" The woman was panting, but he didn't seem to be done with her yet.

Satoru put his wet hand in the woman's mouth and, without warning, inserted all of his dick into the woman's cunt. He started pumping without giving the poor woman time to get used to his size. In all these moments, Satoru never looked at the woman's face. After all, this was just about fuck, not making love. He didn't need to remember her facial features an hour later.

"Yessss, fuck me...put your balls in my cunt too~~ I want you to fuck my ass hole, ayyyyyyy. I want to feel your dick in all of my holes, ahhhhh."

"You want me to tear your ass too? Oh fuck~ Maybe next time, huh, now turn around."

Riba turned around without hesitation. Satoru put a pillow under her belly, brought her legs together, and with her buttocks in the air, he put his cock in her cunt from behind. Now the woman's breasts were moving back and forth with each stroke. A grin formed in the corner of Satoru's mouth: "You wanted anal too, hah?"

And after spitting on his index finger, he put it in her asshole and swung it inside. Then he moved his finger back and forth with his dick.

The woman's moans had turned into screams.

The room was filled with the sound of their moans and screams. Satoru pulled his finger out of the girl's asshole and bent down to grab her breasts. Suddenly, he felt a familiar scent-the smell of the ocean on a summer day.

'Y/N,' Satoru forgot who he was having sex with for a moment and thought about how Y/N would look under him. How did she find her way to his mind? Why did he think about her? Why did she feel so familiar? Fuck. He didn't know, and as the author, I won't tell you either.

A moment later, Satoru regained consciousness. 'what am I doing?" Suddenly, he remembered that he had to meet Y/N this morning to bring her belongings to the Jujutsu school.

"Shiiit shit!" Satoru said to himself while looking at the clock on the wall. He was already late.

"Yeaaaahhh, ummmm, fuck me like this, ahhhhhhhh."

Satoru shook his head. His face was too close to the red-haired woman's neck. He quickly returned to his previous position and increased his pumping speed. He pressed the woman's head to the pillow with his hand so his eyes wouldn't fall on her face.

'Y/N's rosy lips and soft hair, Y/N's beautiful eyes and warm smile ...' A moan escaped Satoru's mouth.

"I'm going to cum," Satoru informed the woman, pulling his dick out of her vagina. After sitting on the edge of the bed and removing the condom from his cock, the woman quickly turned and stuck out her tongue. Satoru's cum emptied into her mouth. The woman swallowed it all without hesitation and smiled.

'What a sexy scene,' Satoru thought. But he was in a hurry. So he sat on the bed corner, gathering his clothes from the ground. He stood and began to put them on before the woman could hug or kiss him.

Riba's face looked sad. She wasn't stupid. She knew Satoru wasn't in love with her, but she hoped to gain his love.

After putting on his clothes, Satoru put on his glasses, turned to the beautiful naked woman on the bed, uttering the same clichés, "that was fantastic, thank you, see you later," and closed the door behind him.

A/N 2: OMG! that was my first smut writing experience. I'm so embarrassed x_x

A/N 3: Needless to say, but ice resembles Satoru, and fire is for Riba. Also, this is my imagination of Riba:

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eruden-writes · 2 years ago

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Replying to Replies/Reblogs/Comments to TUHP and R&B

@boogeysmoth

It was the best place to pause, I swear! D: But the next chapter should make it worth it.

Ah, thanks for reminding me about the tags. I've been trying to find the best way to put in the summary + chapter links + patreon links. TUHP has such a long summary, it makes it difficult. lol

@deranged-for-aliens

My Patreon gets early access to chapters. Otherwise, Tumblr, Ao3, and Wattpad get updated at the same time. So you haven't had to wait for anything! =3

I'm glad you've enjoyed this chapter and the story as a whole, though. The next part should be out soon. There is a preview for part 21 here, if you haven't seen it.

@muovimursu

Good, I'm glad this is exciting and not dragging. I'm always uncertain of my pacing when I get into action. x_x

I can neither confirm or deny that Tai'dqei will kill Zav. BUT Tai will at least show up.

@sockertop

Thank you! I really want to make it resonate how uncertain the situation is. For both the Reader and Tabaeus.

Progress is being made, slowly. lol

#replying to replies #replying to tags #replying to reblots #room & board #the unexpected human problem #tuhp #uhp #unexpected human problem #room and board #tabaeus #tai'dqei

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blackcatanna · 3 years ago

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Tale of the Demon Arms of Horniness Part ??? IDFK it's been a month and I am sick of Iba and Chizuru's SHIT just kiss already or leave each other alone

Last time I played this, I remember getting drunkish and spending a long-ass time ranting at the weird purity complex that this route seems to have but now I don't have any alcohol to numb that pain so I'm going to maybe read more, rant less because I am ONLY ON CHAPTER THREE and I am so done already. I remember parts of this route being fucked up but I didn't remember how much of it was just plain boring. Now that Sen is here and Iba is injured with silver bullets, I'm not looking forward to ANOTHER stretch of Iba and Chizuru being cooped up in a house together doing nothing but being awkward and refusing to agknowledge their feelings.

Also, I am writing this on my laptop for once, so I might fuck some stuff up. Let's goooo...

Okay, ushering these two incredibly hot women into the Repression Den. I feel like a Sen or Kimigiku route would have been so much more fun than this... Although, do I trust the devs to not cock it up?

"Iba's piety showed" yeah, he's such a fucking saint, we get it, SHEESH.

"Iba, there are only two men against whom your power must be used: Takeda and Kodo." YUP.

"I ask that you take her along with you." YES. PLEASE. FUCK. TAKE ME AWAY FROM THIS NONSENSE TO LESBIAN DEMON PARADISE.

"I suppose, like I had feared, my welcome with Iba had been overstayed, and I kept my mouth shut." THE COMMUNICATION IS NON EXISTENT.

Fuck, I'm about a minute in and already pissed off >_<

Omg, he's having to explain the horniness to Sen XD Omfg! I hope she tells them to get over it and fuck already!

"Not only am I appalled by their single-mindedness, but also their disrespect towards women of our kind." Oooh, snap! Sen is coming for Kazama and Takeda on this day. But why aren't Iba, Takeda and Kazama horny for Sen and Kimigiku?

"Sen, do you have any idea what kind of changes are happening within Iba and Takeda's bodies right now...?" Omfg, Sen is about to give us the Demon Puberty Talk. X_X

"A human's force of will pales in comparison to a Demon's," I feel like this a concept that is 100% not supported by the rest of the game. Like... BITCH, WHERE???

Omfg, the game is really trying to explain why Sen and Kiku aren't affected, "must clearly take root in feelings that already exist." AS IF Takeda looked at Chizuru for a second with lust in his heart. I refuse to believe! Maybe he was turned on when she tried to stab him. That wasn't meant to sound euphemistic.

Oh, OH, omfg. So, she's saying that TAKEDA'S horniness is a DIRECT RESULT of him being linked to IBA via the demon arms XD Ffs. This just gets stupider and stupider.

There's so much exposition in this route (and Sen is the lucky bitch in charge of giving a lot of it) in an attempt to justify this batshit insane plot. Like... JUST LET SEN BE A CHARACTER, NOT AN EXPOSITION MACHINE/ DEUS EX MACHINA.

WOW, Sen really came and said, "Why are all you dudes so insistent on fighting a losing battle?" and I kind of agree with her... Like, the only reason Iba is citing is "loyalty" but none of them in the route's I've played so far explain why they are so loyal to the Shogun specifically... I feel like being loyal and noble and blah blah is great and all except they're literally killing people and destroying lives... Is it just for the sake of their pride? PEOPLE ARE DYING KIM IBA. I feel like this would make so much more sense if we got more of their backstories, especially characters like Souma and Iba who were added later. They feel woefully underdeveloped. I feel like there IS more to it but I feel like by the point they wrote these routes, we were just expected to accept that SHINSENGUMI SHINY AND GOOD, EVERYONE ELSE STINKY AND BAD AND DESERVES TO DIE.

"Those who would abandon their cause and their people in times of strife aren't warriors in my eyes." Maybe their cause is different to yours, Iba. Also, what even is your cause? Seriously, what is it?

"Wathcing Iba wax poetic about his duty was truly awe-inspiring," UGH -_-

"In life and in war, victory isn't all that matters. What matters is preserving what we deem precious." YES BITCH. Sen is one of the only sane people in this game, omg.

"How are you so obtuse not to understand that women are capable of bearing the same burden...?" YES SEN. GET HIS ASS. EVISCERATE HIM!

"she has dedicated her life to you," well... hang on...

"I decided to express my honest feelings." FUCKING FINALLY, HOLY SHIT X_X

"although I'd wanted to shout affirmatively, I feared that doing so would only hurt him more. My answer was timid but resolute." because she's the perfect, uwu delicate maiden. She must not hurt the man with her aggressive expressions! Ladies, take notes! This is the epitome of femininity! Note how long she held back her vulgar, hysterical emotions, lest they impose upon the tranquility of her man.

"As long as I'm with you... I don't care what happens to me." Hmm. Is this healthy?

"am I merely at the mercy of your pity?" FUCK RIGHT OFF, IBA. Actually, it is probably healthy for him to express this now rather than letting it fester. But I feel like every time he says some self deprecating shit like this, Chizuru does nothing to encourage him, and vice versa. Hopefully, it'll be different this time...

"It's because... I love you, Iba." HOORAY, CHEERS, CONFETTI, CAKE! FUCKING FINALLY!

"Suddenly, Iba jolted as if he were struck by a bolt of lightning, and his eyes illuminated with light." XD What is this beauty and the beast shit? Is he about to transform into a hideous monster and Chizuru has to reaffirm her love or he eats her?

"I am... undeserving of your love." well, you have it so suck it up. If you don't feel the same, that's fine but if you do, stop bitching.

"I committed myself to my training, hoping that, in the process, I would become worthy of your love." Wow... WOW. Okay, lot to unpack here... Firstly, that's INSANE. Like, dangerously obsessive. Secondly, she was a TINY CHILD, even younger than Iba. Thirdly, WHAT DO YOU EVEN LOVE ABOUT HER, IBA??? LIKE, SERIOUSLY, WHAT??? Fourthly, no woman EVER wants the object of her affection to spend a huge amount of time AWAY from her in order for him to become more "worthy" of her love. If she's ever gonna love you back, she wants you to stay and be with her! No amount of fancy sword play is gonna convince her to love you after you haven't interacted in years. At that point, you're in danger of falling for a sunk cost fallacy because you HAVE to maintain your affection for this woman, even though she may very well have grown into a completely different person from the LITERAL CHILD you knew her as. This is WEIRD. AH.

"...even if you had already chosen another suitor in my stead." O_e

"It is drawn to you in a way that is unlike how I'd felt about you as a young boy." .... I smell this game's weird purity complex rearing its head again... Gross. Surely no one wants to be loved like a young boy loves a little girl, right? Is this weird? Like, people grow up and go through puberty and are horny sometimes. That's okay! Seriously! Obviously, having a second entity living in your head must be AWFUL and traumatic, invasive, all the bad things but there's not just "pure and innocent like a child" and "horny rape monster" ... there is a middle ground!

Like, I KNOW that the story in this game involves Iba and Chizuru resolving their weird puritanical hangups about love and sex and whatever so maybe the game itself is not pushing the "purity is good" angle at me but I came here to keyboard smash at 2D anime sprites and I shall continue to do so as long as they continue to say stupid things.

"If this keeps up, I'm afraid that it would conquer my true feelings for you, and that the difference would escape you entirely." tbf, that is a legitimate concern that I understand.

"Iba's eyelids trembled to the beat of his anguish." XD I'm sorry, fucking WHAT WAS THAT??? XD

"my love for you isn't dependent on whether or not you're fit yo protect me." You tell him, queen.

"I fell in love with you because of the sunshine in your eyes. That kindness, that laugh..." This is legit. I hoppe that Iba responds in kind or I shall remain baffled!

"My heart is yours to keep. That's a promise." Awe :D :D Chizuru is being a sweet li'l bean!

SMOOCHIN'!?!?! IN THIS GOOD CHRISTIAN HOUSEHOLD??? Omfg, this game loves to use the word "supple" to describe a character's lips. Everyone has supple lips and slender fingers, apparently. I was very squicked out just now playing through Souma's bad endings and the narration describing the "supple lips" of Souma's literal corpse after he was run through by Miki. Like, wtf??!?

Iba still hasn't given any indication about what he likes about Chizuru, other than, I guess, her vulnerability... which, uh, okay... I may be wrong, though. I get that she's supposed to be a stand in for the player, so she doesn't get to have too many personality traits but I liked the bit in Saito's route where he looks into her eyes and comments on how honest she is.

This scene is cute, though :D YUS, SMOOCH >:)

"we were beginning to question if it could ever happen." HONESTLY, SAME. Thank fucking god...

"Then, something peculiar occurred.." Oh no, is this gonna be weird arm shit X_X

THE VOICES HAVE BEEN APPEASED.

I don't know who the biggest shipper is in this fucking route: Sen, Motoyama, Hijikata or Iba's Demonic appendage...

"Could you please summon Sen and Kimigiku?" XD Iba wants to conduct a post-makeout breakdown with his bestest girlfriends!

"Iba began recounting what had happened with boundless enthusiasm." XD This is AWKWARD (but cute)

"Interesting..." XD I love you, Sen

"The force of your emotional resolve has earned the respect of the Demon soul" XD omfg, until now, was it just screaming, "OMFG, YOU PUSSY! YOU WANT HER, STOP BEING SUCH A DRIP ABOUT IT. GET YOUR SHIT TOGETHER. DO BETTER." WAIT... That sounds like me...

"What?! Don't mock me!" XD Chizuru, this is why you literally have no friends. Well, until recently...

"Hm, he's really taking his time." IF ANYTHING HAPPENS TO MOTOYAMA, I AM GOING TO BE VERY UPSET >:(

Here comes the boy-ooooy!

"It's unfortunate that we've given you men's attire," I too wish that Chizuru could play dress-up more often. Although, I always find looking at her character sprite jarring because of how absurdly big her eyes are. She looks like a goddamn child or a character from a different game... (or a porg...)

"We're friends, after all." I guess but it feels quite lopsided...

CHAPTER 4 BABY!!! FINALLY.

RIP The Shinsengumi: In which our heroine gets used as a meat shield!

"Hey! Y'know, if you were alive this whole time, you coulda sent us a letter or somethin'!" omfg Chizuru, you are THE WORST XD Again, why you have no fucking friends!

Bless Nomura, he seems really upset XD Chizuru and Iba are kind of thoughtless, huh...

It's especially sad given that he's about to DIE HORRIBLY :'(

Omg, Iba's voice when he sees Hijikata XD I feel like if he hadn't made that stupid vow to himself about Chizuru as a child, he would have realised his strong feelings for Hijikata. YOU KNOW WHAT, I SHIP IT. I GENERALLY DON'T PARTAKE IN SHIPPING BUT I WILL MAKE AN EXCEPTION THIS ONE TIME. After putting up with him and Chizuru for hours and then seeing him with Hijikata, I am SWAYED.

Otori looks like a child too... He looks like a gentleman detective in a point and click game and Enomoto looks like his butler.

"President...? That's a rather important position, isn't it?" I know that Chizuru knows shit all about politics (despite being embedded in the Shinsengumi for so long) but does she have to sound stupid every time she opens her mouth? I know that Queen Sensposition isn't here to explain everything for us, so I guess someone needs to prompt the exposition train to get going... I just feel like she's so child like... I do not like... Maybe I am getting ooooold (I'm 25)

"Say, I haven't seen Kondou, Saito, or Okita anywhere..." ... The stupidity intensifies... If she actually gave a fuck, she could have written to the Shinsengumi at any point... But it's all IBA IBA IBA...

She didn't mention Harada or Nagakura but bless Hijikata for imagining that she cares. I just... I feel like Chizuru is one of those people who declares herself SUCH and empath but never makes any effort to look out for the people she professes to feel for.

Iba, why are you comforting Chizuru? Didn't you know these guys growing up? Tbf, he didn't write to them either...

Chizuru third wheeling in on Hijikata and Iba's moment "alone" -_-

"Who's after her...? Is it Kazama or Amagiri?" XD How dare you slander Amagiri like this? Also, clearly even Hijikata gets gay vibes from Shiranui.

"In truth, this is a little hard to believe," RIGHT?!? Hijikata knows that this plot is far-fetched bullshit.

"He craves offspring." XD Wow, what an unbelievably offputting way of explaining that, thank you. Also, you neglected to mention that the reason he's after Yukimura is because of your own desires, Iba XD

"I guess if Yukimura's not whining about it in usual form then you're probably right." XD Exqueeze me, Hijikata?!?! How dare! Is he wrong, though? I feel like Yukimura isn't a whiner in general but when she does, it's about stupid stuff to do with her own maidenly modesty and shit.

Is Iba gonna defend her... I guess not! To be fair, she did her fair share of whining about not being good enough for Iba, not wanting to be a burden, blah blah blah.

"it's a load off my back because now I can't order you to your death." bless Hiji-mama.

"Just do me a favour and take all of this in. Hold onto our memories if you can. I want everyone to remember how we lived." :'( Hijikata, you're gonna make me cry, oh my god D:

"Fury powers are nothing to fuck with," XD Hijikata, I have dearly missed you!

Just casually dropping in that Heisuke and Sanan died, not that Chizuru or Iba ever asked...

"Heeeey! Hijikata, Iba! Just how long you guys gonna chat for?!" DAMMIT, NOMURA! Let the manly compassion blossom! Chizuru, you gtfo too! Distract everyone!

MOTOYAMA PLEASE GO EASY ON THE SAKE

"Always with the Sake around here." I guess that's one way of coping with your inevitable demise :( I hope that they are having some fun! :D

"I mean, who knows how long we've got." :) :) :,) :,(

"Have you ever drunk whisky before, Iba...?" NGL, I REALLY want to see Iba DRUNK. ANYTHING to make him loosen up a little.

"Care to try some, Chizuru?" YUS >:D

"Don't be an idiot, Nomura. Can't you read context clues...?" Souma, you are definitely asking too much of this boy. Although, both of you idiots thought that Chizuru was a MAN for WAY, WAAAAAYY too long...

"Souma, you waste your time." XD I love how Otori is always keen to join in the roasting! At least he isn't meowing this time, nya!

"It may take Nomura another ten years before he begins to comprehend the nuances of romance, and another ten afterwards until he can use them." WOW. Jesus. Poor guy's gonna be dead soon and you just came for him so hard! Maybe he's ace! Maybe he's gay!

"I s'pose his simplicity just ads to his charm." XD That's sweet, Shimada. Poor Nomura... Tbf, I have seen people asking for routes for Takeda and Miki, Kimigiku and Sen and Shiranui and Amagiri but never anyone asking for routes for Nomura and Motoyama...

"Hey, are you guys makin' fun of me!" X_X

OoooOOh! Iba and Chizuru are sneaking off alone...

"If I'm not mistaken, your room is... here, I think?" Uh-huh... :) "Looks like it. I think your room is to the left of mine, and mine is right here." Uh-huuuuuh! :) :) "Pretty convenient, huh...?" Uh-HUUUH >:D >:D >:D "So... they're right next to each other, eh...?" OMFG XD come ON!

"Say, Chizuru... May I invite you to chat in my room for a bit...?" Uwu! Ye olde Netflix and chill ;)

C'mon, girl! Climb him like a tree!

This session has actually been more enjoyable than the previous ones, now that the weird repression and horny demon arm stuff has stopped being so prominent...

"Huh? As in..." Oh, we have all seen Mama Mia! We know what DOT, DOT, DOT means ;)

"For a split second, I wondered if there were ulterior motives in his invitation, and I froze up." Uh... I don't know what to tell you, girl... I also don't entirely know what you mean by "ulterior motives" girl, you can stop at any time or back out, it's okay. You do not have to fuck him. You can have a nice, cosy time.

Oh no, she's actually having flashbacks to him on top of her D: TRAUMA! GET THIS GIRL TO A THERAPIST! D: Poor Chizuru :(

"my back dimples tensed." XD Uh, what?

"So, we're just going to talk, right...?" YES GIRL, ESTABLISH BOUNDARIES! CONSENT IS SEXY AF! Make SURE that you're both on the same page! Of coyrse, he should NEVER assume that you're dtf just because you agree to chill with him but a girl's gotta be careful and it's very telling how someone reacts to that question. If they get defensive, RUN!

"Yes, I promise... As long as my sanity holds, at least." IBA XD That is not encouraging. Well, it is in that it's very honest. Bless him for that.

"I couldn't discern whether or not Iba was being truthful, and I felt a little uneasy in his company." Daaaamn, Chizuru! You're so valid! I feel like they have some serious issues to work through in their relationship. If you don't believe someone when they say that they won't rape you (because that's what it is, let's be real), the two of you definitely need to build trust, definitely take things slow.

"I, too, have had intimate thoughts about you..." Uwu. Good, liking this. He's being open about his feelings, not trying to hide them to spring them on her later when she's in his room like so many manchildren do.

"Especially now... I must admit, I am somewhat inebriated." XD Girl, run! Unless, you're confident you want to hit that, say goodnight!

"I cannot" or "You are all I care about." Ah yes, the old "To fuck or not to fuck" :) Let's try both! Not to fuck first... (side note: does anyone else feel like they can't fuck someone until they've rejected their sexual advances at least once to see how they'll react? Like, otherwise, I'd be wondering the whole time how they'd react if I didn't give them what they want. Is that fucked up?) Let's see how Iba reacts...

"I really like you, Iba. I do, but..." Omg, "like"?!?! what happened to "love"?????

"...I'm only kidding." BITCH, YOU WERE NOT! I SEE YOU LIEING TO ME. HMMMMMM. CONCERN >:(

"Your feelings take precedence above anything, so I shall honor your wish." Okey dokey! This is what I like to hear! NOW we can fuck >:D

Chizuru is SHOOK that he accepted her response and, tbf, he does seem a bit pouty for my liking.

WAIT, WHAT?!?!? HOW DID THIS HAPPEN??? "We were bundled next to each other, wrapped up in our cotton sheets in one bed." ????

Wait, not only did they somehow end up in bed together, now Chizuru's sitting here thinking about dead people to punish me for chosing the non-horny option XD

Oh wait, we still get the cute, cuddly cg! I still cannot fathom how we ended up in bed together XD Is it going to be exactly the same if I click the horny option...?

"My heart galloped like a stallion in my chest." XD Okay...

"You're trembling. How precocious of you." The fuck does that mean?

"I mean, this is my first time." Time for The Sex, y'all...

"I won't rush you." the four sexiest words in the English language! To be clear, I am not being sarcastic. Consent is sexy :D It frees us!

"His cool, calm demeanor was so coaxing..." Go get that ass, Chizuru!

Ah yes, montage of sadness! "Are you thinking of your friends right now?" BITCH, I THOUGHT THEY WERE YOUR FRIENDS, TOO! Or do you only have eyes for Hijikata?

Chizuru, ffs, your feelings are valid. Stop saying you have "no right" to feel this or that. It's stupid.

"I felt like a little girl again, and I felt gratified by his supple, ambrosial kiss." Uh... Okay...

"You never have to apologize for crying." YES, TELL HER, IBA >:D

"I accept you, all of you, and this will never change." But can you tell me who she is, though, babes?

"Iba's upbringing was well-represented by his regal demeanor, and I couldn't help but blush." XD Girl, control yourself.

"A naive part of me believed that we could neglect the concerns of the outside world," naive indeed X_X How could you think this? There's a war on. Sorry, I'll leave the poor girl alone.

"Swagger bellowed from Iba's stern voice, almost as if he were convincing me to fight Takeda myself." XD Now, THAT I would love to see! Remember how well it went last time? Tbf, Chizuru wasn't killed and it was very funny!

"his tender lips wrapped around my cut." Omfg, the writers found a thesaurus!

"I had to halt the urge to laugh as his longue flicked droplets of blood, as it tickled me." XD Chizuru, laugh away! It might help assuage his pointless guilt!

"I am thrilled to savor the taste of your blood, and no one else's." O_O Okay, that's... a lot! But I'm calling that positive character growth! I guess it's a kink thing now! I can absolutely get behind that! This is a kink positive space!

"There was a keen pleasure to be taken in being Iba's sole proprietor of blood, and as long as he had use of me, I was his for the taking." And the intensity gets dialed up even more, holy cow! As I said, kink positive space! I feel like there's a lot of kink in this game, ngl...

"Nomura was a lively and curious sole" everyone in this game is a cat

"For those with severe lacerations, or dismembered limbs, we were ordered essentially to offer comfort in their final moments, which was a depressing task." War... war never changes... Good for you guys, though!

"If I were an outsider to their organization, I would have thought it foolish--suicidal, even." I see you calling my shit out, Chizuru!

"To tell you the truth, I've been wondering for years... why men fought unwinnable wars." I feel like, for me, it's not that it's unwinnable that's confusing to me. It's more why this is the cause they have chosen to die for. Interestingly, I feel like it's personal for each character, even though they're fighting under the same banner. Maybe I'll get more of the bigger picture if I play Hijikata's route and watch the anime prequel with Ibuki.

That being said, when I did GCSE Religious Studies (XD), we were taught that a "just war" is one where there is a reasonable chance of success... but that's very hard to establish because you never know what alliances can potentially be formed with more powerful factions... idk this is more than I signed up for in this VN XD I love it, though!

"They are imbued with purpose beyond their own fragile existence. We have reason to honor them." See, I get where he's coming from. BUT I feel like there's a problem here and that's the glorification of warriors in this game. I feel like... a lot of important things come secondary to their ideal of bushidou. Like, precious human life. A lot of killing goes on. Killing of faceless men who we're encouraged to hate or think of as sword/plot fodder. It's like what Sen says to Iba about how stupid he must be to not realise that women can also have strong resolve. The people who are collateral damage in this war also probably had their own purpose, their own goals. Why do some people defect to the winning side? Perhaps their goals aren't politically aligned and rely on them staying alive to complete them. I feel like there's a lack of respect for those people from certain characters (Souma, Iba, I am squinting at you).

"In that way, they are samurai more than bakushin could ever be." NOW, I feel like, as a samurai, you have a certain level of responsibility to your people and, often, (not always) that might mean not sending them off to die... The freedom to die for the cause you choose is something I would associate with ronin (which is, apparently, a dirty word in this game).

"he waxed poetic" AGAIN. THIS is my problem with Iba and Souma. They talk a lot about ideals and honour and bushidou and not enough about their own personal drives. All these pretty words are not enough to justify taking all of the lives they have done. Please tell me more about what you, YOU fight for, less about what you believe a warrior SHOULD fight for.

MOTOYAMA NOOOOOO

I mean, obviously, HIJIKATA NOOOOOO but I knew he would die whereas I had forgotten about our Moon Boy, Motoyama. :(

Awe, poor Iba :( He is so sad D,:

AN UNSETTLING MAN, YOU SAY???? >:D

FEASTING ON BLOOD, YOU SAY 8D

"Let's go" FUCK YEAH >:D

Wow, Iba intimidation checked the fuck out of that soldier! :O

OOOOOH! SPOOKY MUSIC! Last time I heard this was when Souma and Nomura left Chizuru to get kidnapped and brought to her gross dad...

TAKEDA! Eating people as usual, I hope?

"A sloppy mess of blood coated Takeda's lips and cheeks, and he slurred his words like a drunkard" Yaaaay! :D Why is Takeda so fucked up XD I love him and his terrible life choices

OMFG I JUST SAT AND CACKLED FOR, LIKE, 30 SECONDS. "He dropped a half-eaten arm to the ground, which hit the floor with a dull, sickening thud." MY DUDE. WOW. Like, I feel like he didn't need to go that hard. All the Rasetsu drink a little blood but this guy was fully munching on some poor dude's arm. THIS IS WHAT I MEAN WHEN I TALK ABOUT TAKEDA EATING PEOPLE. NOT LIKE THE OTHER RASETSU DO. FOR SOME REASON, HIM AND HIS SQUAD ARE FULL-ON CHOMPERS. IT'S FUCKED UP AND I AM OBSESSED. It's definitely not sexy and I love that.

"At Takeda's feet was a gruesome array of scattered remains," DISSAPPOINTED that they elected not to insert the word "buffet" here... or SMORGASBORD!

"he was off, gathering fresh prey for me" Takeda has made Kodo his cannibal chef. LOVE THAT FOR HIM.

"Saito found him and gutted that senile fuck." YES SAITO!!! COME THROOOUGH!!! LOVE THAT FOR YOU, YAASS QUEEN. Also, love that Takeda refers to Kodo as a "senile fuck." bit ageist but Kodo is definitely a "fuck".

"Father had been... murdered by Saito." WOAH BITCH, CALM DOWN. I feel like killing some creepy dude on the opposing side in a war rounding up victims to be feasted upon is not a "murder".

"And, so long as a precious morsel like you exists, the possibility of creating offspring does as well." ... Does Takeda not know how heterosexual sex works??? Is he going to EAT US???

"I grow tired of hearing your meager attempts at heroism buzz in my ear." Honestly, same (sorry, Iba)

"Show me how 'different' you are then, bastard." Iba claims he is not like other girls, Takeda is intrigued...

I feel like Takeda pulls off the red eyes and white hair look better than Iba (sorry again, babes)

"an ominous, toxic miasma floated inches from the surface of his skin, making it so that I couldn't stand to stare at him for long." Oooh! Neato! This route could've been so much better if there was more of this horriffic shit! Less Chizuru and Iba sitting in a house together being repressed and awkward, more body horror >:D

Takeda opens with an excellent villain laugh, automatically scoring him additional points!

Na...ni? THAT'S RIGHT, BITCH! IBA HAS THE POWERS OF LOVE AND FRIENDSHIP ON HIS SIDE NOW >:D

"This is inconceivable!" alright, guy from The Princess Bride! Tbf, how the fuck is Iba suddenly able to keep up with him? He (Iba) seemed so confident, too... Has he been snacking on the side? Is Chizuru's blood strengthening him? It would be HILARIOUS if their strength was shared between the two arms, much like horny daydreams are...

CAN I JUST SAY, I LOVE the nails that these two queens are sporting on their demon hands! I feel like Iba could have used his during the blood drinking scenes like Lady Gaga does in AHS...

"Y-You were born with a silver spoon in your mouth! H-How could you possibly w-win?!" Maybe those two things are related. Takeda weakened himself by toiling in the fields to pay off his student loans and also pay rent.

"As of now, I am just a man. A man of purpose." ... Is this all the explanation we're gonna get???

"Besides, what's status to you anyway? Don't you think you are a little obsessed?" OMFG IBA XD IBA IS CANCELLED, EVERYONE! Check your privilege, slut! How the fuck would you know what it's like to be born without the advantages you have? To have to constantly fight for everything you want, or even need to survive?

"The Demon's arm has chosen its victor, and it knows that I am who's destined to protect her." D: Omg, that actually makes sense but also, idk... It makes me feel bad for Takeda (YES, THE GUY WHO STILL HAS VISCERA FROM THE ARM HE WAS JUST CHOMPING ON SMEARED ALL OVER HIS FACE. DON'T JUDGE ME, OKAY). Like, he was abandoned (murdered, historically) by the Shinsengumi, rejected by Itou and now even this freaky demonic arm is rejecting him, despite all of the delicious, nutritious blood he has been feeding it. :( AND ALL OF IT IS 100% JUSTIFIED. HE IS FULLY AN ASSHOLE WHO SHOULD BE STOPPED. I still feel kind of bad, though XD

"He began cackling,i and went into a series of taunts." YAS, VILLAIN, GO OFF! This is what I came to SEE!! 8D

Hey, where's the blood on his face :( I get why they didn't add it to his sprite but I feel like they could've in this cg :(

"Aw, what's wrong, Hachiro Iba?! You'll have to stab the both of us at the same time, won't you?!" BOLD of Takeda to assume that this will be a problem for these two demonic babies!

OMFG OMFG YES, "Takeda wielded me like a meat shield," !!!!!! BEST LINE IN THIS GAME, HANDS DOWN. TAKEDA. WIELDED. ME. LIKE. A. MEAT. SHIELD. THIS IS PEAK NARRATION AND I AM SO HERE FOR IT.

"Gah! Let go of me!" The fuck does anyone ever think this will accomplish?

"Ha! You think me stupid, girl?" that's a generous interpretation...

This is almost a smart move from Takeda but I feel like he underestimated just how unappealing the prospect of a life with him is to Chizuru... Like, he understandably did not anticipate her response of, "Fuck it, just stab him THROUGH me..."

"Iba! Iba, I'm fine! Just stab through me and Takeda!" XD

"You don't have the guts to do it!" XD You might think so AND YET...

"And then everything went black" ROLL CREDITS... LITERALLY, THAT'S WHAT HAPPENS XD These bitches want me to think I got a bad ending (does Chizuru die if I don't choose to fuck him?)

OMFG I ACTUALLY FINISHED THIS! JUST THE EPILOGUE AND BAD ENDINGS TO GO!

Final Chapter: It's a Girl! In which our heroine is NOT DEAD and also finally gets to wear her preferred clothing style again!

You know, when I see this lovely shade of blue smattered across the sky, I'm reminded of something. Do you want to guess what it is...?" :O Could it be... a Shinsengumi uniform? Also, this is giving me Kingdom Hearts vibes for some reason... Probably all the blue and tranquility juxtaposed with some fucked up chaos...

Omfg, XD, why does he look so SHOOK that she's opening her eyes... Wait, is this the first time since he STABBED her almost to death?

"Wh-Where are we?" HELL! My sword got stuck in your hefty demon spine and Takeda stabbed me while I was trying to yank it out >:D

HE TRIMMED HIS NAILS!!!! Oh no. I am NOT here for this! They're still long and red but I feel like he should have grown the nails on his other hand more, to match! :D And PAINTED THEM :D

This meadow is very Howl's Moving Castle...

"Wh-Where's Takeda...?" AND HE'S HERE TOO! He choked on a finger bone and came down here to join us! We're best buds now :) ... I am aware that this is not funny. Can you imagine, though, if Takeda just popped out from behind a bush, like, "Hey girl! Don't worry! I'm good now! AND I have been keeping your bf company ^_^ ;)"

"No one is left to stand in our way." ... Iba, has the demon arm been giving you world domination-y thoughts?

"Would you mind not calling me 'Iba'? Now that we're lovers, and all." and also since you, apparently, renounced that name and the responsibilities that come along with it, due to possession of the demon arm... Whenever I read through Japanese history and see how many name changes people go through, I can't believe how intolerant people are of people changing their names these days... (It's usually because of transphobia, I guess... DO BETTER)

"our boundaries were now entirely gone." Uh... Did the stabbing do that or did you go through some sleep thereapy?

"When we were children, this is what I had called him," GOD, they really love hammering the innocent childhood love bullshit home, don't they?

"Hachi...ro..." "Well done..." o_e HMMM... THIS IS MAKING ME A WEE BIT UNCOMFY. WHY IS HE TALKING TO HER LIKE SHE IS A CHILD?

"Just you and me." HMM... Seems a bit unhealthy... Both of them need to get some FRIENDS! Doesn't Iba have a family? What about the surviving Shinsengumi boys?

"Every whim you desire, I shall cater to you." Come through, love butler!

PHEW!

ALRIGHTY! Now for the fun stuff! I will make a seperate post, I think! HOLY FUCK, IT IS COMPLETE! I mostly remembered the fucked up bits from this route like Takeda chomping on limbs and Iba's freaky horny outbursts but I feel like those were the best bits... I can't wait to play through the bad endings because I haven't got any of them yet, I don't think 3:)

#IT'S OVER #IT'S FINALLY OVER #WHY DID THIS TAKE SO LONG???#She says #like she doesn't KNOW that it's because she can't shut her big mouth (stop her typing fingers???)#the demon arms of horniness #hakuoki #that was A LOT #I wish there was MORE HORROR #I wish Iba was a fully fleshed out character #He has POTENTIAL #I want more of him and Hijikata!#hakuoki ramblings #I'm so sorry to Iba fans #I do kind of like him #I just made this painful for myself #I bet this is full of typos because there's no spellchecker here and I never re-read the crap I write

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prurientpuddlejumper · 3 years ago

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tagged by @fuckerao3 to share wips! (oh you think you have ADHD? XD)

Open the Fall Ficlets doc and...

Open the Random Fic Ideas doc and...

I cannot possibly summarize all of these but feel free to send an ask if you want me to elaborate on any of them x_x

The most fleshed-out ones:

THE DISCORD FIC – ideas from lots of Discord convos about Chilton and his new secretary who doesn't think he's as much of an asshole as his reputation around BSHCI…

Life is Yours to Miss – A lengthy follow-up to "Out Tonight." Can Barba maintain a long-distance relationship?

Trujillo's Bodyguard – future chapters of "Guerrerita." You are Nevada's bodyguard.

I Wanted This – future chapters of "I Wanted This." You struggle with your feelings for Barba after he was drugged and forced to assault you. It might be easier for you to forgive him than for him to forgive himself.

Ace Chilton – Chilton is crushing on you hard, but he's asexual and terrified.

Opposing Counsel – You and ADA Barba make a deal. If he wins the case, he gets you. (or his sentencing recommendations will be based on how many orgasms he can get out of you? Idk. You're opposing counsel and you fuck on a bet)

A New Arrangement, Part 2 – A few months after agreeing to be the reclusive Dr. Chilton's sugar baby, he invites you to a party. In public. You're excited that he wants to go on a real date with you… except you're not the only person he shows up with!

Mermaid AU – Your group of eco-terrorist sirens sink a yacht and slaughter all of its passengers. But after seeing the handsome yet lonely Chilton on the deck, you impulsively decide to rescue him…

Traumatized Barba Fic – AU where Barba was sexually assaulted and develops PTSD. I have too many thoughts about holding him and comforting him while he breaks down, ok?

Barba Mind Control AU – future chapters of "On Your Mind"

Discord fic/Dickpic – Chilton accidentally sends you a dick pic (based on Discord convos)

NaNoWriMo Lipless Face – a 50k draft I wrote for NaNoWriMo last November. Will I ever finish this fic? Probably not ;_;

Trick or Treat – Dr. Chilton's shitty girlfriend who hasn't touched him since he was burned (but refuses to break up with him because it would make her look shallow) forces him to go to a Halloween party as Freddy Kreuger. Chilton is desperate enough for scraps of affection that he goes along with it. At the party, he meets a Halloween-loving librarian who admires his "SFX makeup" and ends up talking with him all night.

Amnesia – The first thing you remember is Dr. Chilton's heart breaking. "You're awake," he smiled, holding your hand, dark bags under his eyes as he sat beside the hospital bed. "Who are you?" you replied.

Biker S/O – Some rich-looking asshole stumbled into a bar on the wrong side of the town. His red classic Jaguar stood in sharp contrast to the rows of Harleys parked outside. He mocked you and others for your rough appearances, only getting more snobbish and grating the more drunk he became, until you couldn't resist punching him in the face. But then all hell broke loose. This guy had obviously never been in a fight before, and gang members kept hitting him until he was on the ground, and punches turned to kicks to his ribs. They were going to kill him unless you put a stop to it and brought him to the hospital… Who would ever think you'd end up falling for this pathetic little weenie?

Tagging, um.... who wants to be tagged? @detectivebarba you have a million WIPS!

#am I ever going to finish any of these??#hahahahahahaha #hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha #save me

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lotornomiko · 4 years ago

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Triumph’s Tribulation Five Sneak Peak

Ah I usually don’t like posting until a chapter is complete, but I am having a lot of problems offline, in addition to the the third and final segment of the chapter, the check in on Midgard, is giving me no end of difficulties. It was supposed to be a Rufus POV but seeing as his POV keeps derailing the fic and my timeline, I will take whoever I can get to be the narrating voice for Alicia and Co. at this point.

I’ve actually debated posting five as it is, but I am trying to have each chapter have three segments, even if one segment ends up being incrediably small like the Lenneth interlude was in uh was it chapter two...?

Right now I have Loki (With Frei!) and Lezard’s parts done...I am posting the Lezard part at least...it[’s mostly finalized, although I’ll probably tweak some words here and there when I go over it for the umpteenth millionth time...X_X

I’d say this scene is PG 13, though it is Lezard so has some darker edge to it...but still hopefully worksafe...! Side note, the A ending got strongly influenced after rewatching the A ending, and all the events leading up to it. It left me with the strong impression and opinion that Lenneth had some kind of mental, nervous break down when the seal broke. I think I even wrote down a few lines from it...if not to use in this chapter, then maybe a future one! I’m also currently in the midst of rewatching VP 2: Silmeria...so maybe that will find my muse for the Midgard crew in this! XD

Onto the scene excerpt now!!

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The marble of the floor had sealed itself together seamlessly, not so much as a sliver of a crack to betray the chaos that had gone on just moments earlier. That of the anger that had been felt, the world itself a living extension of what had been in its God’s heart. Such has been Lezard’s displeasure that in that moment, Creation itself had acted, moving to protect him and his interests, spiriting the frightened Goddess away to somewhere else safe. Safe from his rage, and safe from his desires, the man who had once been human, having pushed too hard, too fast, too soon.

She wasn’t ready. He knew that, every bit from her fight to her flight had in fact acknowledged it, the fear that was in Lenneth’s heart. It had sent her running, the Goddess scared, not so much of what he might do to her physically as much as the emotional havoc he had been intent on wreaking. The truths that had needed to be confronted, and with it would come all of its pain, such sorrow born of those lies that the woman had told herself. She wouldn’t be spared its sting, not even God himself able to shelter Lenneth from the agony of breaking free of such warped delusions. The comfort it had once given her, was now nothing more than a crutch, one that that divine beauty needed to break free of if that heart of hers was going to stand a chance at any true solace.

It wouldn’t be easy, that fact something Lezard could acknowledge in his more rational moments. His beloved needed a far gentler hand than he had thus far been capable of, that near overpowering lust of his, making him impatient and clumsy whenever she was so near. So consumed with the want of her, his attempt at a controlled veneer had all but shattered when her fear had turned violent, Lenneth’s fist finding its mark against his jaw. It had left him so close to doing something unforgivable, illusions torn and discarded if not for his world acting instead. Protecting him as much as her, Lenneth swallowed up whole into an abyss that had opened up beneath her feet.

Even now she was still there, free falling in an endless darkness, that heart of hers in an absolute turmoil that would only be the start of her unraveling. There was both pain and pleasure in the idea of it, Lenneth this intoxicating brand of everything that Lezard could have ever wanted. Her heart, her soul, that of her mind and her body, her tears, her agony, and that of her happiness, the man wanted it all. He was obsessed with the having of it, of attaining paradise with so perfect a being. It was so close to a reality, that he could almost taste it, his blood stained hands reaching for it, for her, Lezard this newly remade being, the ultimate Lord of it all, Lenneth and the effect she has always had on him, the one thing this God could not control.

Even now he was tempted, sheer folly though it would be to go after her right now. Lenneth was too wild in the moment, too angry and afraid, tormented by a truth he had only merely hinted at, such insinuations holding the strength to make a Goddess reel in an absolute terror. It was a fear not just for herself, for what might be done to her, but that of her world, the paradise that she had created. That perfect utopia that was nothing more than a lie that her wounded soul had retreated into, every insinuation that Lezard could make had the power to tear that universe apart from the root, the very foundations it had been built and brought to life upon.

It was a world of desires, that perfect paradise grounded in a pain so blatant that it had nearly torn the Goddess apart. That heart of hers that had been so ripped to pieces by the sins committed against her, it had left Lenneth reeling in an agony even she herself had not understood, the Goddess so overwhelmed in the moment as to escape into a fantasy. An illusion, the deceits woven there all by her own hand, the ageless woman latching onto a figment, the fragment that had been dangling before her. Seizing upon it, with that earring in her hand, out of all the lives she had slept through, it had been the latest, that of a child, a girl no older than fourteen when she had died, that had helped feed into a delusion. In that moment she had been thinking not as a Goddess, but as a human, a child, torn apart by a loss that had been about more than just one man’s death.

The seal had been broken, a flood gate of emotions overtaking the Goddess. How much agony had it been, to remember them all, every last life that had hosted Lenneth inside them. The highs and the lows, their joys and their pains, hundreds upon hundreds of women, all helping to shape the Valkyrie’s humanity. Her compassionate heart, the depth of her millennia of experience far more than anything those scant fourteen years as Platina could have given. She was just a sliver of what had helped shaped the Goddess, so small and inferior a speck, the child was not who Lenneth was meant to be.

So much more than any one human girl, Lenneth was in fact a being so uniquely her own. A caring Goddess, one whose capacity to feel and sympathize with the mortals a threat that Odin and the other Gods could not abide by. They hadn’t killed her, they had done WORSE, the woman’s free will taken from her, her true sense of being SEALED away.

A safeguard meant to control that which the Gods could not understand, that human compassion that that particular Goddess had been gifted with, the likes of which had been cultivated and learned over the course of a millennia of different hosts. Through them she had loved, and Lenneth had cared, the woman so wholly unique in her ability to FEEL, the Goddess the champion that the mortals had needed. The Gods had feared it, feared Lenneth and the allegiance that such emotions had wrought, Odin needing the Valkyrie to be a good little soldier who fell into line with his own selfish wants. Unable to dominate her as she had truly been, that tyrannous God had tried to eradicate her spirit, that of her true self, through such archaic means, such a brutal manipulation of the self, such that Lenneth had been little more than a doll. A puppet, beautiful and perfect, and so wholly without the feelings that would have interfered with the Heavens’ schemes.

The Gods had seen her as nothing more than a Death Goddess, a chooser of the slain to bolster their own armies with the souls of dead heroes. They had let her pick from the brave as though they were mere flowers, calling into service warriors from all corners of Midgard. Leaving her exposed to the very thing that the Gods themselves had feared, the emotions that were so plentiful in the humans, putting cracks in the shield erected around Lenneth’s heart. Bit by bit, that ancient magic had been worn away, the seal itself eroded with each and every encounter, until it had finally shattered, and with it went Lenneth’s mind, the woman having snapped.

It must have been so, so overwhelming, to have been hit at once with all those feelings, with the many lives she had slept through, their hopes, their desires, all coming to life within Lenneth in startling clarity. Was it any wonder she had lost her true self in the process, spinning from one host to another, again and again, until she had latched onto the most recent, that of the child, those scant years of fourteen the most overwhelming dream of them all given how fresh it had still been.

Even grounded in that child’s psyche, it had proved too much. Lezard himself had born witness to it, to that mental break that the Goddess had had. The tears that had fallen, the screaming that had been done, it hadn’t been just the Goddess, but the child, Platina, made horrified by the one solace of her life, Lucian the only kindness and warmth she had ever known, LOST, killed in turn by his own refusal to let go of his own delusions.

It had all been such a mess, a tragedy the likes of which all else had fallen short. Her puppet strings not just severed, but left tangled across the board, Lenneth had been operating on a grief born madness, forgetting who she really was, to play fantasy for one ignorant human. For some fake facsimile of him, Lucian a shadow, his miraculous return to life nothing more than a figment born of Lenneth’s own desperation and desires. Instead of the warrior she had known, he was something new, a puppet who was nothing more than some idealized version of who she had thought him to be, Lucian just one of the many dolls whose every thought had been painstakingly crafted by Lenneth’s power.

Creation itself had been remade on desire, on such potent delusions and lies, the many souls there not the people they had once been. They were just shadows of those that had died, annihilated in the Ragnarok that Lucian had helped Loki bring about. It hadn’t just ended lives, it had wiped out everything, including that of nearly every living being’s soul from existence, such devastation a permanent end, the cycle of rebirth itself destroyed. Such finality was there to it, that no one, not even God, could fight against, the world and its people entirely eradicated.

It left the world in complete ruins, Lenneth’s land a paradise populated in lies. It was a copy, a mere imitation of what had once been, formulated out of fragmented glimpses, the memories she had gathered, the people there nothing more than a pathetic bunch of puppets. They were just these hollow husks of what she thought them to be, these seemingly ideal versions ultimately falling short, all an attempt that was unfulfilling when it came towards truly easing the pain in the Goddess’ heart. They were all lies that couldn’t make her truly happy, anymore than they could satisfy her needs. Each and every last one of them, Lenneth living in a farce, a waking dream that could crumble apart so easily given the right push. If enough care wasn’t given, the Goddess would crumble again with it, her psyche perhaps lost to yet another kind of fantasy.

Lezard couldn’t lie and claim that he hadn’t considered it. Hadn’t given thought to molding Lenneth into a fantasy that would suit HIM best. But ultimately, he didn’t want the illusion, that of those broken remnants of who the Goddess had once been. He wouldn’t be satisfied with just a sliver, wouldn’t embrace the farce of just one of her sides. He wanted her everything and her all, Lezard made mad with the desire, with that need. It fueled him, his obsession with Lenneth the motivating strength that had led Lezard into doing the impossible again and again. He had died for her, traveled through time for her, even become a God for her, such a warped semblance of love a catalyst that had no limits and no match. Not even Lucian could compete, that young man unable to see past Platina, and past the Valkyrie, to the supreme manifestation of the woman, a Goddess so sublime as to move a heart that had once been so unfeeling.

Her mark left on him, Lenneth had helped shaped Lezard into this mad man, so utterly devoted in the pursuit of her. Worlds had been ruined, people slaughtered, time itself run roughshod all over, yet his hands were no less dirty than any of the other Gods. Than even HERS, Lezard creating his own world, his own perfect paradise to ease the pain that was in HIS heart. That it spilled hurt onto others, was of no concern, Lezard an unfeeling God who had no desire to rule or be worshiped by anyone other than by Lenneth.

Such blasphemies should have been sins enough to weigh even God down, yet Lezard was instead made unburdened by it all, free of the demands the throne of Creation should have made of him. He was free, having discarded duty the way he had discarded bodies, nothing but time on his hand, and power, and harboring a patience that was fast running out.

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