#tiny horror story

[balkanradfem]

So I've been living in this house for 2 and a half weeks now, I've gotten used to it. I sleep on the first floor, in the room where the horrible male used to sleep. He became too sick to walk up the stairs so I'm safe from him here.

I had to bring in ductape from home, because my laptop keeps breaking, and I'm always opening it up, fixing it, and taping it back together. Today, it was such occurrence; it randomly died, wouldn't turn back up, power button isn't working, I realize I need to fix it.

I look around for my ductape. I can't see it anywhere. I rummage around my bags and paper bags, nothing. I'm frustrated. I look around the room, and my gaze falls upon the nightstand.

It's a simple nightstand; it had a clock and a lamp on it when I've arrived. I've since added my toothbrush, comb, sunscreen, peanut butter and a bottle of water on it. It also had a drawer, which I had never opened before. It never crossed my mind to open someone else's drawer, and I didn't particularly care to snoop. But now I'm looking at it with my ductape-seeking frustration, I'm thinking. Maybe the drawer has ductape in it. It's magical thinking. But what if.

I pull the drawer. I yell in shock and flinch away.

There's a gun in the drawer.

I've been sleeping... with my head almost directly next to a gun. For two and a half weeks. I didn't even know.

I've never even seen a gun in real life! I didn't know people here were allowed to randomly have guns! Am I in america right now?!??? They put a gun next to me and didn't even tell me? I'm supposed to be okay sleeping with a firearm directly next to my head???

I closed the drawer back immediately without touching the wretched thing. It's the only thing in the drawer.

On one hand, this is the perfect little horror story for the halloween month, so fine, I've gotten spooked. Would have preferred a ghost. I will not be interacting with the fire arm. I'm now aware of it and now we are open enemies. I'm too embarrassed to bring it up, what if it's normal to have a gun to these people? I don't want to be in a place that has a gun in it.

[ratpinkartiste]

[corkinavoid]

DPxDC My Brother in the Mirror

Damian doesn't like mirrors.

He never mentioned the fact to other members of the family, but they are detectives and vigilantes, it's their job to be observant. Which, after so many years, becomes a habit.

Damian doesn't actively avoid the mirrors - he has a mirror in his bathroom, he didn't express any discomfort over going into a mirror labyrinth at some carnival they've attended (he expressed disgust over taking part in something so stupid, in his words, but that's a whole another story), and he actually spent a few minutes in front of the funhouse mirrors when no one was looking, watching his own reflection distort in various ways. He also has no problems with his self-image - he doesn't mind pictures of him taken at any time (unless it's Tim, but that's, again, a whole another story), he's drawn a few self-portraits that were rather accurate and he liked them.

He just doesn't like mirrors. For some reason.

His family, both close and extended, never questioned it. They did some gentle research to see if the dislike was caused by some kind of problem Damian was experiencing without telling anyone, but when they found no proof of that, they've just decided it was some quirk of his. Everyone has quirks. Dick doesn't like eating cereal like a normal person, Tim despises sleep, Steph is at war with any color other than purple.

That is, until one day, Tim witnesses Damian sitting in front of a mirror.

He is not even aware of it - the whole family is having a game night, and through some arguments and rearrangements on the couch, Damian ends up sitting on the left side of it, where his back is turned to one of the three mirrors in the room. Tim, who's lost the last round, is slumping in an armchair nearby, pointedly looking away from the screen where Damian and Jason are enthusiastically competing over the first place in Mario Cart. Of course, Tim can't just not watch it since he needs to know their strategies. But turning back around would also be admitting defeat.

The solution? Easy, watch the screen through the mirror.

Which is when he notices it.

Damian in the mirror doesn't act the same as Damian in the room. Out of the corner of his eye, Tim can see the real Damian moving around, shoving Jason with his elbow, fully concentrated on the game, and yelling something. Damian-in-the-mirror is sitting unnaturally still, the back of his head over the couch unmoving.

Tim forgets all about the game when Damian's reflection starts to turn around. Slowly and carefully, eerie in the way the horror movies are, the boy in the mirror turns his head around like an owl, his neck twisting inhumanely.

His eyes are green. Green like the toxic waste, like Jason's madness, like acid in cartoons, like the Waters of Lazarus.

Damian in the mirror smiles, his unblinking, gliwing eyes fixed on Tim, and his teeth are sharp and pointy, and there are too many of them, humans can't smile this wide.

"-im? Tim!" A hand nudges him in the shoulder, and Tim looks away from the mirror, finding Dick standing over him. The noise of the game room returns all at once, and, wait, when did it become quiet for Tim?.. He must have a strange expression on his face because Dick's easy smile falls slightly, and he frowns, "Is everything okay?"

Tim looks back to the mirror, but the green-eyed boy in the mirror is gone, and the mirror only reflects Damian as he is: sitting on the couch.

"Yeah," Tim shakes his head and forces a smile on his lips, "I just zoned out."

"Okay," Dick pats him on the shoulder and gives him the controller, "It's your turn now."

Tim takes the controller and turns around, facing the screen. Tim throws a quick glance at Damian, who had slid down on the couch so his head would not be in the reflection anymore. Tim sees the cold, warning hint to his eye, a clear do not speak of it message.

Tim doesn't like that the mirror is now behind him.

[clockworkreapers]

Making more stuff up for Tales From The Road, maybe rest stop to figure out where exactly you are cuz its looked like this for nearly three hours of driving

Boy Nebraska is flat, hope someone doesnt get abducted by something in a corn field, that would so suck

[kix-mm]

Hello? Where did you go? I will find you…

Pt.2

It sounds worried.

But it could be a trap.

You have to protect your family and hide them anywhere but inside the house, the house is no longer safe. Don't stay anywhere in the open for too long and be as quiet as possible.

You have: 1 light. 2 children. 1 spade, 5 damage

[zosa95]

Short Story Challenge: Tell a short Sim story in one screenshot and twenty-five words or less.

Jude woke up with Giles two inches from his face.

Giles: I fro up in bed, Daddy.

I'm tagging (if you want to play) @bakersimmer @treason-and-plot @queeniecook @rebouks @sirianasims @lynzishell @satureja13 @whyhellosims @mosneakers @myopiccc and YOU!

[somegrumpynerd]

Bitty update! Or I guess bitties (bittys?) update since there's apparently two of them now.

I didn't expect to see much of them after that last encounter since they seemed pretty unhappy about me getting too close, but I kept leaving out food and keeping my eyes peeled just in case. A lot of people have been saying to leave jerky but I haven't been able to find any so I've been leaving out bread and ham, is this okay for them?

Anyway, the other day when I was on my lunch break I saw the horror bitty scurrying around again. He saw me and disappeared which I expected, but then he came back and just kinda sat across from me and ate?? I didn't want to say anything in case it spooked him so we just sort of ate lunch together in silence, but I did try and take a sneaky picture

Is this good? Is this normal for bitties? When he was finished eating he just got up and walked off and I didn't see where he went, but I assume he's not super scared of me if he sat and ate so close right?

Also I found this cute little ketchup jar, I've been keeping it in the fridge since it's been warm in work and I thought they'd like a cool treat. Well I found it like this the other day so I guess that's a yes lol

[ancha-aus]

RealAgeAU Drabble - Third time the charm?

I am back! @spotaus

Look I got the week off and I am sick. there is very little else I am going to do except game, write and watch vods. So here I am again!

Back to filling up the, in my mind, holes in the story so far before we continue on!

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Dust looks at the many books before him as he tries to think of what to get for Nightmare. Nightmare meanwhile is being a good babybones and stays by Horror eating ice cream.

Dust continues to stare at the books. Trying to think back. What did six year olds have to learn at this point anyway? And how far ahead of that is Nightmare?

Dust knows that Nightmare is smarter than the average six year old. That is a given. Dust knows his vocabular and reading skills are also far above average.

Dust just isn't sure how far certain skills and knowledge got reversed for him.

"Still no luck?"

Dust blinks out of his staring and looks up at Horror "What?"

Horror nods to the books, Nightmare easily held in one arm against his shoulder. Nightmare looks even tinier in Horror's hold and Dust already thinks Nightmare is smaller for his age than he should be.

Smarter but smaller.

Dust shrugs and turns back to the shelf he had been searching "Not sure on his skills."

Horror hums and looks at the books himself. Dust turns back to the options and thinks. They are still moving and universe hopping a lot making it impractical to take too many. One or two at most. That way they can at least start with some classes.

Horror turns to him and Dust looks up to show he has his attention. Horror nods towards the shelf "test level?"

Dust shakes his skull "I could but to specific." if he happens to pick a subject Nightmare still knows about it would set Nightmare up for more difficult classes, even while Nightmare may not be ready for all of those.

Horror hums in understanding as he searches the shelf.

Dust turns back again and thinks. They should at least get a math book. Math is after all to train your brain and problem solving skills. Which would be helpful. Probably basic add and substractions. He searches the shelf and picks out the book that looks promising.

Horror looks at the book before nodding and turning back "What else?"

And that is the problem isn't it? Because most subjects are still too complex for Dust's taste to get. history and geography while both would probably interest Nightmare both are very universe depended and just teaching him stuff about a world they may not even stay in would just be a waste of time.

Horror nudges his shoulder and once Dust looks at him he nods towards the english section "He likes poetry."

Dust blinks and nods. Maybe that is fine? He is already for ahead with english anyway. Maybe giving him something to work and read which is familiar and liked by him while they struggle through math together will be good for his motivation? Dust nods to Horror and walks over there.

Dust frowns at all the titles. He knows very little about this kind of stuff. He searches the story and finds a store clerk and walks over to them "Hello."

The person jumps and turns quickly "oh! Hi! I am sorry i didn't notice you... euh... what can i help with?"

Dust nods to the poetry books "Want a book."

The person blinks and nods "okay.... are you looking for a theme? Or a certain writer? A specific age or focus?" they walk towards the right shelf and look back at Dust.

Dust frowns and glances over at Nightmare nad Horror. Nightmare shrugs and hides his face while Horror looks unsure himself. Dust thinks for a moment "Need a book for the babybones. He already has one." Dust can't remember the name or writer of the book.

The clerk smiles and takes out a thin book with easy rhyming "This should be fine!"

Dust takes it and studies it and it doesn't feel the same. he shakes his skull and hands it back "There was a line in the book... of a poem he reads a lot..." and Dust has read a lot to him. "It went something like 'The dark goes deep but it is no end. Because in the night broken things mend. A time to rest and time to heal, it is the moment when we have a meal.'" Dust frowns as he tries to continue "something something... then later 'The night holds and the night protects. hidden away with all its gems. Holding the stars and letting those shine. until...' and that is what i remember from that..." and he waits.

The clerk frowns "That kinda seems like a few writers from the great depression..." they search the shelf and pull out an older looking book. They hand it over and frown "It seems a bit complex for a tiny child though..." and they shoot a smile in Nghtmare's direction. Not that nightmare is looking at any of them.

Dust looks through the book and nods "I think this will work..." it seems more on par of the book that Nightmare has been reading.

They go to the counter and Dust pays for the two books.

Dust and Horror leave the store together. The person says something but Dust isn't paying any attention to them as he checks the math book. the poetry book already in his bag.

Horror looks a bit embarrased and Dust frowns "What is wrong?"

Horror shrugs and rubs his cheek sheepish "Just... the what that person said."

Dust frowns as he glares back at the shop "Something bad?" he can go back and make them pay easily enough-

Horror holds up his one free hand "no no! Nothing like that... just..." and he shrugs as he keeps a tight hold on Nightmare. Seems like Nightmare is getting fussy. meaning either he is tired or hungry and he goes to acting grumpy because that is easier to hide behind than admitting he needs something.

Dust blinks back and nods at Horror "If you are sure-"

"Horror! Dust! Wait up!"

Dust freezes and glares "Oh are you fucking with me." That are the fucking stars. shit. He looks at Horror and sees that Horror made the same conclusion and that Nightmare is frozen in his hold.

They share a look. Dust is holding unto too many things to do the same as he did before and he doubt he can use the same tactic twice to get them out.

They have both been spotted.

Horror looks at Nightmare and clearly gets an idea as he pulls Nightmare back a bit "Stay still and don't move."

Some confusion brekas through the panicked look but Nightmare nods and that is all Horror needed as he lifts his shirt and just puts Ngihtmare under it nad IN his ribcage.

Moments later horror has the shirt on normally again and Nightmare isn't in view at all.

Right. Nightmare is small enough to be hidden like that-

running steps and Blue and Dream stop by them. Blue pants "FInally! Am I happy to see you!"

Dust and Horror share a confused look and Dust frowns "Since when?"

Blue looks a bit sheepish and looks at Dream. Dream looks very uncomfortable as he rubs his hands "I... euh... I was wondering... euh..." he looks around and spots the books Dust is holding "oh! Getting things for your little one?" and he smiles.

Dust nods and only after agreeing he remembers what Cross said last time they came across the Stars.

Dream nods once he realises that Dust isn't going to speak "Right! Yes. That is amazing! I... I see everything is well? How is the little one?"

Blue nods "We realised you never told us the little guy's name..."

Dust knows he is glaring as he speaks slowly "He is doing fine." and he stops there. shooting them a challenging look.

Blue coughs in his hand before looking at Horror "sup!"

Horror however looks many times more annoyed then Dust feels. Probably because Horror right now feels the nervous and anxious magic of Ngihtmare a lot more directly than they feel when they are just holding him. Putting him more on edge.

Blue gives a slow nod and looks away "Right..."

Dust raises a brow "Did you want anything specif or just wanted to waste our time?"

Dream flinches before smiling "I... I did have a request... I was... I was wondering... If you guys could ask Nightmare to meet with me?"

Dust freezes for a moment before his glare gets worse "Why the fuck would we do that? Just so you can lure him into a trap? Hunt him down some more?"

Dream shakes his skull quickly "I just want to talk..." he rubs his arm. "It is... personal."

Horror crosses his arms "I remember this happening once before." Dust nods and glares himself. it had been a whole thing where Dream tried to stage an intervention about Nightmare needing to be better and see that there are other ways to continue on instead of this path of hate he had set on.

The fact Dream had gone it to an adult Nightmare was bad. The fact that they now knew that their tiny babybones boss was in there the whole time just makes it worse.

Drema looks pale and shakes his skull "It isn't liek that! and... I know i shouldnt have done that back then either! I... I didn't have all the facts and information but I need to talk with nightmare about it-"

Killer appears and has his knife right by Dream's chin "Don't bother. You try to go near Boss ever again and we will end you." Killer's voice is low and dangerous. "We haven't been doing shit to your precious multiverse. leave us alone."

Dust watches the standoff when Cross joins his side and looks him and Horror both over worried and anxious. A small whine starts to leave his throat when Dust signs that Horror has Nightmare hidden. making sure to use their personal coded signs for it. Cross relaxes and leans against him as the tension disappears.

Dust looks back at the standoff to see that Dream has backed up, still looking pale and now heartbroken as well. Blue seems to be trying to reason with Killer but you have more luck reasoning with a pig in the mud than trying to get Killer to stop doing what he wants.

Dust raises his voice a tiny bit "We are leaving." the other three nod and Dsut looks at the two Stars "Stop bothering us." this was already the third time they happened to be in the same universe and Dust did not want to make it a fourth.

They quickly leave and once out of sight make a portal somewhere else. They hide away and quickly check on Nightmare. dust watches as Killer coos and nuzzles Nightmare and feels a bit calmer.

It is fine. They will not let anyone get their babybones.

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And the third time the Stars came across the gang and Nightmare! (one of which they didn't fully notice but it still counts!)

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[daintylovers]

dating kit walker looks like:

* sharing your first cigarette with him, only on the condition that he gets to blow the smoke into your mouth so that “your precious lungs are protected”

* dancing along to the radio while making dinner or when visiting him during his shifts at the garage

* trying to teach him how to roller skate for a date (it ends with him having more than his fair share of bruises and you laughing your butt off)

* slow sunday mornings where you two bask in the comfort of the sheets before starting the day

* making breakfast for him almost every single morning because the boy won’t feed himself on his own

* lots and lots of hugs- he can’t keep his hands off you, like ever

* he likes the feeling of holding you in his arms, makes him feel like your protector (but he knows deep down that your really his protector)

* your version of the hugs is grasping his hand- it can be from excitement or shock but any emotion that stirs within you has you searching out to lace your fingers together

* giving him a fashion show when you save up enough money to go shopping- he wants to spend all the money in the world on you, of course, but that’s just not how life works

[cream-and-tea]

LAY ME DOWN. chapter eight excerpt. unedited. featuring: the shaky next step in agnes’s journey to understand her powers. mentions of death. mentions of violence. ghosts. the not-great aftereffects of dealing with ghosts.

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since the last major bit of writing from lmd i shared had pallas doing magic i figured it was only fair to show off agnes’s spooky ghost bullshit in this one!

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When they were younger and inquired after what it felt like to call a ghost, Fiver had told them to imagine trying to eat something in a dream only to have it start eating you back. Not in a violent way though, he elaborated, as if there was any such thing as magic devoid of violence. Calliope said it was like dunking yourself in fucking ice water, and then proceeded to empty her cup of cold lemonade over their head as a demonstration (they had cracked her tooth for that one, fingers shoved down throat to make him choke). Call it learned bias but they do not trust either of the two to have provided a factual account of the experience.

They’ve watched Agnes attempt this so many times. They know how it will go, best for beat. She will stand there for far too long. Perhaps there will be a faint shimmer in the air before her. Then she will drop her hand and stumble backwards like she’s been shocked and look at them all cringing and apologetic like she’s waiting for them to please help please tell me what I did wrong. And they will (or at least they will try to as best they can because this is not their area of expertise and the Director knew that she had to have known that when she asked this of them), and she will nod and apologize and trust their words and promise to do better next time. And they will both move on to more productive things and pretend the issue is being properly addressed. At this point it’s routine.

So when the space just in front of Agnes begins to warp itself slightly, a waver like one observed on a hot summer day distorting the blackberry bushes beyond it, they do not register it as anything of note. And when a visible shiver runs through her body, rustling the green at her feet and lifting the very ends of her hair and puffed cap sleeves of her blouse, they internally brace for the connection to shatter as it has so many times before.

Instead the emptiness her hand clutches begins to leak, to bleed, to congeal and resolve itself into an unmistakable something. Not so much the form of a human being but the absence of where a human being should be. A palness like fog spreading from the point of contact forming pressed palm and grasping fingers and arm and shoulder spindling into torso and neck until a blank, yawning, hole fills the approximate shape of a man standing in front of a girl in grotesque parody of a handshake, it’s outline futzing tenuously in and out of existence.

“Hello,” Agnes says, and her breath fogs in front of her face, even though the greenhouse is as artificially temperate as ever, even though Pallas’s shirt is currently glued to their back with sweat. What comes after is a sound like nails on a chalkboard, an echoing, rustling, scraping sound that fills the air in a spiral out from the now-visible ghost and washes over Pallas in the first blast of cold air when opening a window in winter that they realize is rendering into a spattering whisper of hello hello hello hello. The dead thing responding to Agnes, or maybe merely echoing her, they do not know enough about the specifics to say, they only know that this is something beyond dragged into the here and now where it should not be, so the way their nails bite into their palms upon hearing it is an entirely reasonable reaction.

Pallas has seen ghosts called by the skilled and unskilled, spoken to them and been spoken to, their experience with their powers equal and opposite has been about as through as it can be, but they’ve still never been able to shake the notion that there is a particular perversion in it. Vita at least deals in the tangible, the real, no matter how much it may warp those things the life they hold in their hands is always at least possible to hold. Perhaps Mortem is just as present to those born with it, just as natural, but Pallas has known enough of the things roaming the Haithwood outside to ever fully set their fear aside. In a world currently occupied by dying the act of brushing so closely with that death should be viewed with the utmost caution and the urge to grab Agnes by her shoulders and drag her back from what she has manifested is a natural byproduct of that caution.

Because they are aware of all of this they are also aware of how what she has done is incorrect, or at least incomplete. There should be features solidifying now, more words audible besides that rasping hello, but Morgan Chase is still as unformed as dough, a shadowless blotch sapping colour from cheeks and air from lungs and green from plant life. Agnes’s hair has fully lifted into a halo of dark, twisting waves around her head, her eyes glazed over almost completely. But still nothing more materialises beyond the unthing emptying itself in front of her.

Just as they’re about to intercede Agnes takes three wobbling, rapid, steps backwards and topples to the ground, the ghost saticing away into invisibility once again, though as Pallas moves they are uncomfortably aware of the fact that invisible is nowhere near gone. All that has happened is that it has been removed once again from their sight and whispered back into that state of being only Gravespeakers can perceive. But the dead man is still here, perhaps watching them right now, and the knowledge of that is a thorn pricking itself into the bottom of their foot.

Pallas forces their lungs to suck in air, then expel it, then they hurry to stand by Agnes. For a second she just lies on her back, limp as a dead animal in a way that will not fit into their mind, before sitting up with a great gasp of air. Pallas can see the grass she was just standing on has browned and withered and gone dead, and that she is shaking uncontrollably. Gooseflesh prickles her skin and her teeth chatter through bloodless lips as she raises her arms up to curl around herself. Pallas’s first thought is she’s going to bite through her tongue if she keeps on like that and their second thought is I can’t believe she actually did it.

[fluorescentbrains]

in general i think attempts to psychoanalyze creators just based on their available body of work usually turn out to be bogus. that being said. anyone else think the knifepoint horror guy might be kinda scared of women

[ratpinkartiste]

[blametheeditor]

Voretober Day 1 | Space

Voretober Prompt List

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If given the opportunity, would you take the chance to go to space and travel the stars? What if the person offering to take you was someone you trusted more than anyone else?

What if that person is no longer entirely human?

MENTIONS OF SOFT VORE

Content Warnings: Soft, non-sexual vore (only mentions for now). Mentions of body horror. Mentions of experimenting on people. Mentions of death and murder, violence. Being trapped against one's will. Dehumanization. Abductions. Cursing. Darker themes/tone

I blame Vincent

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Vincent hasn’t seen Earth in a long time. 

He almost didn’t recognize it when his stolen ship was finally close enough to let him see enough details to discern if it was the right planet or not. It was the clouds that tripped him up, the white swirls having managed to completely cover the continent he was facing. At a single glance, he assumed he found yet another completely submerged planet. 

Good thing he was never someone to quit, or else he would’ve turned right around and missed his only chance ever finding his home. 

He did turn around, but only to circle the semi-familiar sphere, out of the range of certain satellites the ship warned him might cause disruptions for if he got too close. And after keeping a respectful distance between himself and the moon, he was finally able to see a brown and green patch so achingly familiar. 

His patch of land, surrounded by the blue of incomprehensibly vast oceans.

Vincent will admit, he shouldn’t have given into the temptation of landing. Not when it’s been so long, so many years since he’s set foot on this particular planet. The geography might be exactly how he remembered, but he knew for a fact Earth’s residents would’ve changed drastically. 

He changed. Can’t even be classified as human anymore. 

But he did it anyway. Scanned for anything that could detect a ship coming into the atmosphere, let the highly advanced technology take control to land without a single person or entity noticing, stepped out of the spacecraft to breathe in the forest that had long since faded away from his dreams and memories. 

It all came flooding back with the smell of pine and rain. It led him out of the trees and onto a cracked and uneven sidewalk. It had him walking right up to a two story house that’s a lighter grey than he remembers, but it still has the same elegant walkway leading up to a towering gate that was almost always locked. 

Except it’s open tonight, under a bright full moon, with a man sitting on the steps. 

A man who looks virtually unchanged from when Vincent last saw him. A little bit taller, definitely not a teenager anymore, but there’s no mistaking who exactly is staring across the few feet that might as well be miles between them. 

“Vincent?” 

Scott’s shock is apparent as he slowly stands up, as if afraid the person in question will run away if he moves too quickly. But when Vincent doesn’t so much as blink, not willing to miss a single second, it’s almost like a flip is switched, and his best friend sprints straight toward him. 

He doesn’t think twice before catching Scott in a hug. Pulls the still shorter man into a tight embrace that someone will have to forcibly rip him away from to end it. At least the feeling seems to be mutual as he’s clung to just as desperately. 

“Is it really you?” is said in such a soft whisper he nearly misses it. 

But he hears it. As well as the painful warble of tears threatening to spill. 

“It’s me, Scotty,” Vincent murmurs. “It’s me.” 

They stand there for a few moments. And when Scott finally begins to break away, it’s only so he can finally take in Vincent, hazel eyes scanning him up and down critically. 

Finally, his best friend gives a look. Specifically one of exasperation. “You’ve been gone for 6 years, and you come back on Halloween wearing a costume of all things.” 

Vincent blinks, confused for a moment. Sends a glance toward the Cawthon house to spot the sparse decorations he originally missed. The sports jersey Scott is wearing is supposed to be a very simple costume that most likely needed to be approved. 

Of course he finally came home tonight of all nights. On one hand, it most likely softened the blow of how drastically his appearance has changed. On the other, it’s going to be a little bit harder trying to explain where he’s been all this time. 

Though maybe that’s a good thing. 

Vincent offers a lopsided smile. “I thought you appreciated my incredible timing, Scotty.” 

“And your need for a dramatic entrance, apparently,” Scott grouses. It’s clear he’s not truly upset, however. A bit bewildered, yes, but his best friend is relieved more than anything. Joyful to finally see a face he most likely thought was never coming back. “Come sit with me.” 

Vincent knows it’s a demand rather than a request. Knows that even though Scott isn’t asking for an explanation of where he’s been all these years now, he’ll be expecting one at some point. And know that if he tries to leave his best friend’s sight for even a second, he will be told that isn’t an option. 

That isn’t why he obediently follows Scott back to his spot on the steps. No, he does it for completely selfish reasons. To pretend that, just for a moment, he’ll be allowed to stay forever. 

So he sits next to his best friend for the first time in 6 years, glad Scott kept count for him. Gestures toward the dark lights above the front door and the bin of ‘king size’ candy sitting beside them. “I take it they still don’t celebrate.” 

“No,” Scott sighs. “Tried to stop me from passing out candy, but I didn’t let them. Though I had to pull the ‘it’s the only thing I have left of my best friend’ card after my dad turned on the sprinklers one year.” 

Vincent snorts, expertly ignoring the merciless feeling of something piercing him through the heart. “I thought I taught you how to reschedule the timer.” 

“He did it while I was at school. Thankfully no one’s costume but mine got ruined, but kids stopped wanting to come up after that.” 

“So you bribed them with better candy.” 

Scott fights to hide a smile. “Like that’s not something you wouldn’t have thought of.” 

“Oh no, definitely. But I’m not the goody two shoes, so that makes it even more impressive,” Vincent grins. 

“Shut up.” 

He does, but only because two kids are racing up the walkway. One who looks like a toothless witch, the other a skeleton. And they’re both staring openly at him. 

He should’ve known this was coming. With Scott making a comment of assuming he dressed himself up for Halloween, with the fact he’s not even wearing clothes from Earth, someone was bound to question him in some way. It’s not everyday you meet someone who’s purple from head to toe, including his long hair. 

It’s been a bit too long since he’s had a normal conversation, however. And talking to Scott doesn’t count. 

“What are you?” the witch demands. 

“Are you a monster?” the skeleton chimes in. “Those need a tail!” 

Before he can so much as process the words being spoken, Scott gives a smirk. “Not unless they’re the monster under your bed. Those don’t need tails.” 

Coming from the kid who was afraid of his own shadow and almost refused to speak unless his parents were around to give him permission to, Vincent can’t help feeling proud of Scott’s rebuttal. How reflexive such a response was instead of automatically waiting for others to continue speaking even though he wanted to say something. 

And yet...there’s also a sense of sadness. Because it sounds like something he would’ve said, a sentence taken almost directly from his mouth. And he wasn’t here to continue teaching such things. Meaning only the ghost of someone who promised to be by Scott’s side through thick and thin was left to help him rather than the actual person who said those words. 

Vincent knew coming back to Earth one last time would be bitter sweet. He just didn’t realize how much it would hurt. 

“Tails are still better!” 

“Yeah!” 

“Agreed,” Scott concedes to an argument he completely missed, ending it by offering a variety of candy bars for the two kids to choose. “Pick your prize.” 

Apparently, he was staring at the candy just a bit too intently, because one’s suddenly being offered to him. When he looks up, Scott’s giving him a sad smile. Not a pitiful one, his best friend knows better than that, but one that says he can read Vincent’s thoughts. The ones about how long it’s been since he’s had a chocolate bar, when was the last time he thought about Halloween, if it’s even possible for him to eat one now. 

“I know it’s poor excuse for a birthday present, but I can make it up to you tomorrow.” 

...when was the last time he thought about something like his own birthday. 

Vincent takes the offered candy. Can’t help a soft huff at not only holding something deemed as a ‘Milky Way’ bar, but at the wrapping being brown like the chocolate it holds rather than the magnificent colors of the Milky Way galaxy when seen from space. 

“What have you been up to, Scotty?” 

His best friend gives a concerned look at the sudden turn of conversation, shrugs as he leans back on his hands. “I finally managed to get a job when I turned 18, but my parents made me quit after the summer ended so I could go to college full time. Right now I’m only a year away from my master’s degree for computer engineering, doing everything they always wanted me to do.” 

“And your minor?” 

That earns a small smile from Scott. “In comic art and graphic novels.” 

A small weight lifts off Vincent’s chest. Scott didn’t surrender himself to his parents, not entirely. He managed to wrestle at least a little bit of his own passions into the plan they drafted for him despite never having once asked what he wanted. 

At least he didn’t completely fail as a friend. 

Scott then nudges his shoe, one that looks unmistakenly alien if you look closely. “Where have you been, Vince?” 

It’s said so softly, so hesitantly, almost like it’s thought to be the one question that will have him disappear again. And Scott is right to be afraid, because he can’t stay. He knew that when he first started to look for his home planet, and he knew it when he gave into the temptation to land. 

He should lie. Come up with a fantastical story that’s just as unbelievable as the truth. Call it a night and say he’ll talk to Scott tomorrow. 

Leave again without saying goodbye, just like he had years ago. The only difference this time it wouldn’t be done against his will. 

Vincent tilts his heads back. Stares up at the night sky. Where billions of stars wait, but only a handful can be seen due to the light surrounding them. “I was in space.” 

He waits. For laughter thinking he was trying to make a joke. For anger at saying such a ridiculous thing to such a serious question. For disgust at not wanting to tell him of all people the truth. 

“Space?” Scott asks tentatively. Leans forward to show he’s paying attention, that he wants Vincent to continue explaining, he just needs clarification. “Like on Mars?” 

“Further,�� Vincent whispers. “So far it’s impossible to see this galaxy’s star. So far, nothing knows something like humans exist.” 

There’s a long moment of silence. When he finally gains the courage to meet Scott’s gaze, his best friend isn’t watching him, he’s staring up. At the moon’s blinding light, and Jupiter barely visible beside it. 

“...except for the thing that took you.” 

“Acquired,” Vincent corrects with a smirk, though it’s a bit halfhearted. “He acquired me to help with his studies.” 

Scott finally looks at him. Looks at the shirt that can easily be mistaken as a button down. Except the buttons are sensors to keep track of when everything needs to expand, or contract. Instead of cotton fabric sewn together with thread, there are instances when it seems to shimmer in the light, exposing the fact it’s made from highly advanced technology nearly impossible to understand. 

“What did they do to you?” Scott breathes, horrified. Not of him, for him. 

Vincent hums. “Let’s just say the purple isn’t part of a costume.” 

Scott suddenly becomes panicked. “Are they coming back for you? Did you get away, or did they let you go? Are they coming here, can they track you?” 

“Breathe, Scotty, it’s okay,” he soothes. Offers a soft smile because of course Scott would be worried what took him away before will be back to do it again. That’s why he took a risk to see his best friend one last time. “He doesn’t know where I am, and he can’t track me. But I can’t stay.” 

There. He said it. Now he can give a proper goodbye. 

Scott’s relief from the promise he won’t be taken away turns into terror as hand latches onto his arm. “What? What do you mean you can’t stay?” 

“I mean,” Vincent begins, delicately, holding Scott’s gaze as tears begin to form in his eyes. “I can’t stay, or something else will find Earth.” 

There’s a moment of Scott moving as if to give a retort, only to hesitate. “Something else? Not whatever took you before?” 

“He knows I wouldn’t risk staying here. Not where he found me, that’d almost be like handing myself right back to him,” Vincent smiles. Feels it fall when there’s no reaction. Just the silent plea this conversation ends with him never leaving again. “Scotty, even if he wasn’t looking for me, ships don’t come this far out. This sector is restricted, and if anyone saw me coming this way, they would’ve followed.” 

He has enough time to stay for a few hours. An entire day might be pushing it. But visiting Earth, landing on the planet to enjoy it one last time, he’s allowed to have that without putting the entire human race in jeopardy. 

But he needs to leave, less they follow he’s trail directly here. To a planet where the residents are the highest commodity over anything else. Where Scott would be snatched away and sold on the black market as an exotic pet. 

“Then I’m coming with you.” 

Scott glares at him, daring to be told otherwise. The hand tightening on his arm promises a fight if he tries to say no. 

“Scotty-” 

“No, don’t Scotty me,” Scott snaps, his anger turning to fury. All Vincent can think about is how such a display will only ever be seen as cute by the rest of the galaxy rather than respecting it for the devastating power it holds. “I lost you, Vince. I looked everywhere for you. I never stopped looking. And it killed me knowing you were somewhere I could never find you. Now that you’re here, you’re staying with me. I don’t care where we go, but I am not loosing you. Not again.” 

Vincent believes it. That his best friend knew he’d come back no matter where he went. That Scott won’t be letting him go. 

“Scott, you don’t know what you’re asking.” 

“I’m not asking, Vincent.” 

They stare at each other, Scott’s resolve unwavering despite knowing the person before him isn’t entirely human anymore while Vincent’s want to be selfish and keep the one person in the entire universe who would never leave him by his side begins to win. 

...but Scott doesn’t know what he’s getting himself into. 

“Scotty,” manages to not elicit ire. Allows him to gently pry the hand off his arm to hold it inside his own grasp. “If you leave with me, you can never come back. Everything you know will be gone, and in its place a universe made for those who see you as nothing more than a mindless pet to keep.” 

“And if I don’t go,” Scott whispers. “You’ll have to face that alone.” 

Vincent gives a genuine smile. “It wouldn’t be my first time. And I’m capable of towering over them the same way they tower over you.” 

Confusion appears for only a second before Scott’s shaking his head. “Then that means I can trust you to keep me safe.” 

That is what finally puts everything into perspective. The fact that if Vincent gives in, if he allows himself be selfish, he will be the only person who can keep Scott safe while they travel through the stars. If he fails his best friend up there instead of down here, it could be a fate worse than his own. 

Instead of making his heart flutter with panic at the thought, it floods him with anger at the thought of ever letting such a thing happen. 

Vincent sends a glance up at the moon, something he thought could never leave his sky for as long as he lives. “We’ll have to get a bigger ship.” 

“Sounds like a plan to make on the road.” Scott then stands up, pulling Vincent to his feet, leading him down the walkway with determined footsteps. No, not determined, excited. “No more stalling, take me to your leader.” 

Vincent snorts. “I’m not a Martian, Scotty.” 

“Close enough.” 

They make it to the street. Scott sends an expectant look that’s met with raised eyebrows. With an eyeroll, the shorter gestures toward the sidewalk, clearly wanting to be led the way where the ship waits. 

“You know I’m not human anymore,” Vincent says as he turns them toward the right direction. 

“The purple kind of gave it away, Vince.” 

“We’re going to have to install a translator in your head.” 

“Can’t scare me.” 

“You’re not scared of heights, right?” 

“Stop being cryptic and get us into space already.” 

Vincent can’t help a sneer. “I can’t wait to see your face when I pocket you.” 

Scott stumbles. “When you what?”

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making up a good worldbuild for H0st rn

2024 and it's the 2nd anomalous entity epidemic since the mid 80s to mid 2010s, all analog horror and general/web horror monsters, entities, anomalies and phenomenas are back for round 2. Creepypastas included. H0st is one of the most nicest broadcast/digital anomaly ever to bless the world. Back in the late 70s to mid 80s he was supposed to be a revolutionary broadcast/TV network assistant ai, but became the one personel that could hand the ass of something of the likes of the boiled one or scold the TeleBlue company and their ai brain-reading child (free @tapew0rm shout-out and so). After the epidemic's end was still around, just doesn't show himself often. Untill the return that is. H0st also comes back upon discovering that is has started again, keeping his promise of protecting everyone from danger.

A group of teens - a ruthless fighter, the mom-type(subject to change), the smart one, the cool guy, the goth/emo one and the one who's just there - that are fascinated by the incidents of the past have to go through the same thing the past targets did. They form a soon-to-be-found-family team because of this (and because all of them have familial and mental issues). H0st finds out about them and knowing him being the type of sizeshifting anomaly that worries too much for humanity, the idea of a bunch of self-orphaned teens, kids even, going against these merciless monsters is not a good idea. Therefore, he decides to adopt and keep that group safe

and by god, he is going to raise and keep theses kids safe.

alot of g/t is probably gonna be applied here due to H0st 'sized by the screen' gimmick, but in a good way. Also - parental g/t

anyways, expect concept doodles for this -

who knows, maybe i'll make more song-based ocs or even regular ocs for this

[kix-mm]

I will find you pt2

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You kept everyone in the shed, the monster eventually passed further into the neighborhood while calling out to you & your family. It seemed that everyone in the area was aware of this dire situation and had taken shelter and turned all the lights off. It made it quite difficult for the large creature to see anything.

Before you could make your decision your neighbors child finds you hiding in the shed, when you asked why they came over they explain that nobody was home and that they had an eerie feeling they were being watched. You reassure them that they made the right decision to leave the house, as it would have no longer been safe…

You have found an old backpack, it’s in decent condition and can hold 4 items.

You decide to pack while your eldest keeps watch and your neighbor helps you pack, though due to the only source of food coming from the outside freezer you don’t find much useful.

You find: 1 dirty backpack, 1 child & 1 frozen water

You have: 3 children. 1 light. 1 backpack (2/4 1 water & 1 spade)

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ariana grande watching season 4 of american horror story (freak show) back in 2014 💜