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reblog if you’ve read fanfictions that are more professional, better written than some actual novels. I’m trying to see something

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(WARNING! This prompt contains mild gore, implications of torture and experimentation, and suicidal ideation at the end. Please be safe Darling ones.)

You’re not sure how many days have passed since you were locked away down here, the constant dim and unnatural lighting, making it impossible to distinguish day from night without external information, something you obviously had no access to.

The only real thing you did know, was that no one was coming for you.

Curled up on the cold hard ground, you watched on with blank eyes as guards occasionally passed you by, your captors never having even given you the courtesy of a place to sleep. You’d long since grown use to the fact that no one would give you a passing glance, and had unfortunately learned the hard way, that it was much better like that anyway.

Nothing good ever came from having their attention.

Lost in the darkness of your own sluggish thoughts, it took you a moment to realise that something was going on, the usual monotonous stream of activity having abruptly changed. 

Outside your miserable little cell, it almost looked like someone had disturbed an ants nest, the personnel rushing around in a frenzy, fear painted across their features vividly. A sight you privately took quite a vindictive joy in, though you didn’t allow it to show on your face.

A few moments later, you started to notice the feeling of tremors beneath you, the sound of distant explosions suddenly echoing through the underground building, slowly growing closer and closer. This time, you noticed instantly as the guards behaviour changed, most choosing to flee in terror, whilst others held their ground, desperately firing upon whatever had just entered this wing of the compound.

It was with an almost detached sense of fascination, that you watched who you assumed was the cause of all this, burst into view, your eyes following their every move as they brutally slaughtered everyone in their way, seemingly determined to make sure not a single person survived. A display that you knew probably should have disturbed you much more than it actually did.

Mesmerised by the feral grace in the newcomers motions, you couldn’t find it in you to look away as they fought, the guards not standing even the slightest chance as they desperately fought for their lives, their foe cutting them all down effortlessly. When said newcomer rather abruptly stilled, you blinked in confusion, curiously raising your gaze as you tried to figure out why they had stopped, when there were still people actively trying to kill them.

When you realised that they were looking directly at you, you startled, the fog of apathy you had been protecting yourself with, faltering under from the unexpected attention.

Too weak to actually move, thanks to how long your captors had left you to starve, you could only stare back at them from your curled up position, wondering why they had paused at the sight of you. As the moment dragged on, a faint spark of hope flickered to life in your chest, the prospect that this stranger might pity you enough to finally grant you death, causing you to perk up ever so slightly.

….Even if you weren’t entirely sure death was something you were even capable of anymore.

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Fatally Enraptured

Prologue ~ Warning Signs

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Fatally Enraptured

Prologue ~ Warning Signs

I sighed as Evan wandered around the corner with C4 in his hands. He placed them on the counter. I placed my hand on my forehead, “Really Evan?”

“What?” he picked up his head, his eyes swam in confusion.

“On the counter, in the kitchen?” I asked giving him a skeptical look.

“Oh, right. Downstairs only!” Evan smiled, he was about to get up when he spoke again, “We have a deal today?”

“Yes Evan, it’s in thirty minutes, get ready,” I said patting him on the back, “I still need to wake up Smit, Tyler, Luke, and Nogla.”

“Oh okay, ten minutes?” Evan asked picking up his C4.

“Yeah, ten minutes,” I answered getting up heading to the rooms. 

“Okay, I’ll be ready,” he said running off around the corner from where he entered from.

I chuckled a bit as I walked along the long hallway. Then I knocked on one of the many doors and let myself into the room. Tyler laid halfway on and off his bed; he was going to fall at any moment. I didn’t have to wait long as his body slid off the bed. I burst out laughing when his face met the floor, my hands on my knees to keep me from falling over.

“Shut up you bitch!” Tyler yelled after rubbing his face then gave me a glare. “Is there a reason you’re in my room?”

“Yeah we-we have a deal with the Ne'er-do-wells in thirty minutes,” I said calming myself, “you got ten minutes max.”

“Okay, who else is coming other than you and Evan?” Tyler asked walking over to his closet.

“Smii7y, Luke, and Nogla,” I answered, “Wear real clothes this time or I’ll make you.”

“Yeah yeah, just get out of my room,” Tyler growled, I left before he could start throwing things at me.

Daithi’s room was right next to Tyler’s, the only other person that can deal with him, him and Craig that is. I knocked once to have David open the door, he was fully dressed already.

“I woke up an hour ago, then I heard you and Tyler talk,” he said rubbing the back of his neck.

“Well thank you Nogla for being ready, why not go get something to eat. Or we can stop by McDonald’s or something on the way home,” I said softly. This poor boy breaks my heart… such a troubled life he has.

“Yeah, we can get something afterward. I don’t want to hold up anything,” David answered looking me in the eyes. With his bad family life, he thinks I’ll hurt him if he messes up. Luckily he doesn’t take shit from Tyler or anyone else for that matter.

“Well I still need to wake up Smii7y, could you grab Luke from the gym?” I asked and a smile was placed on his face.

“Yeah, sure, what do I tell him?” he questioned pushing past me.

“To take a shower and grab the guns, deal a day,” I said letting him pass, and he was off walking down the hall.

I passed by a few more doors to get to Smit’s room. I smiled when I knocked on the door to our youngest member’s room. But then there was no response, so I let myself in. Meeting the sight of Smii7y sleeping comfortably was relaxing. It took him so long to adjust to this life, living on the streets changes you. I walked up to him and shook his shoulder softly. He murmured a bit in annoyance before sitting up to rub his eyes.

“I’m up, I’m up,” he said with a sleepy voice, a yawn escaped his throat.

“Well get ready, we have a deal to attend to today,” I said softly ruffling his hair.

“Ahh! Quit that!” he said with a laugh swatting at my hands, “How much time do I have?”

“Ten minutes, Tyler, David, Evan, and Cartoonz are also going,” I answered, “It’s cold today, wear a sweatshirt.”

“I know, you don’t need to mother me,” he joked throwing a pillow at me.

I caught it, “Well get ready, we got to be there before they are. You know, set up?”

“Yeah, okay, I’ll be out soon. Wait are we getting food after?” he asked dragging himself out of bed, I turned to leave.

“Yeah, we are, thank Nogla,” I smiled closing his door behind me.

I walked back to my room and grabbed my sweatshirt and my eagle mask. And slowly walked the long hallway back towards the kitchen. Evan was already snacking on a banana. I sat down next to him, Evan glanced over at me and smiled.

“So what’s the plan?” Evan questioned taking another bite from the fruit.

“Well, Tyler Anthony and I talked about making it seem like we are all on good terms, then we wait for them to send us a proposition. Except it then stab them in the back,” I shrugged, “We both know that we are going to try to stab each other in the back. The problem is who is going to push it first.”

“Oh, so when that mission comes along. Can I blow up their fucking base?” Evan smirked a devilish one at that.

“Sure thing bud, it’ll probably won’t be for another month or two before this pops back up again,” he frowned at my answer.

“I call dibs on shooting Archie or whatever the fuck his name is!” Smii7y yelled hopping onto the counter.

“Well, you’ll have to ask Anthony about that one. He called dibs four years ago,” I chuckled Smii7y frowned.

“Fuck that! That guy makes me sick, I can’t believe that we’re still playing nice!” Smii7y said laying down poking at Evan’s banana.

“Don’t touch my banana bitch!” Evan yelled taking another banana and pointed it at Smii7y, “I’ll shoot you!”

“Do it pussy!” Smii7y joked earning a set of laughs from Tyler and David, “You won’t!”

“Oh yeah?” Evan continued as David and Tyler sat down on the stools.

“Okay calm down you two. You’re both acting like children,” I chuckled taking away Evan’s other banana. Evan frowned and Smii7y whined as I put it away.

“What did I miss? I see two idiots upset at Moo putting back a banana?” Luke questioned walking into the room holding a small crate filled with pistols.

“Well, the idiots were acting like children and playing with a banana. Smii7y told Evan to shoot him with it, and Evan was going to. But then Brock took it away,” Tyler explained with a scoff as David nodded in agreement.

“I was too! He called me a pussy!” Evan laughed, Smii7y winked taking out his sunglasses from his pocket.

“Oh, I missed nothing that interested me. So who is going to help me load the last of the crates?” Luke frowned scowling at the two.

“Yeah, Tyler and I can help. Evan, Smii7y go help Nogla with the van,” I said taking the crate from Luke, Tyler groaned and the other three cheered, “I can easily make you three help too.”

“Yeah, about that… we’re good. No need to change your mind,” Smii7y said with a lazy wave of the hand.

Without another word I nodded and left with them out to our vehicles. Nogla unlocked the van filled with gun crates, Smii7y and Evan climbed their way to the back. All the while I placed the crate in an open spot. Leaving the boys to do whatever they were asked I passed Luke and Tyler heaving another towards the van. I walked around to the back only to see the last one, we should’ve finished this last night. I let out a sigh before I picked up the large metal crate, ‘humph’, I held it close to my chest as I walked back to the van.

“Shit, Brock! You good?” Tyler gasped as I rounded the corner.

“Nah, I’m good,” I replied walking past him, Luke looked skeptical.

“You sure? I would need two other people to help me lift that one,” Luke added with his hands on his hips.

“Have you forgotten who I am?” I asked setting the box into the back of the van, “I punched a hole through a concrete wall to choke a guy. I think I’m fine.”

“That is true, go sit in the front, the rest of us will unload the van. You can relax for a bit, since you’re going to do most of the talking today,” Tyler laughed giving me a pat on the shoulder.

“Yeah, that’s true,” Luke smiled climbing into the back of the vehicle.

Tyler quickly followed suit, I smiled as I walked up to the passenger door. Opening it I jumped in slamming the door shut. I turned to open the small window that leads to the back. Smii7y and Evan were making small talk while Luke and Tyler talked about lunch. Lunch for us was still well over six hours away. David started to drive turning on the radio, 80’s rock filled the background. I trusted the boys in the back not to complain about the music choice. Last time that happened, someone almost died during surgery to put him back together. Brian quickly learned his lesson not to mess with Nogla. That was five years ago, and everyone there at that time will never forget. It was the first time Daithi was able to think for himself.

“Hey, David, since you’re driving you have the choice of music. And if someone wants a different station they can fight for it,” I said joking with the last part, Lui laughed in the background as Brian dragged him to the vehicle.

“Really? My choice? I was never allowed to pick something before!” David exclaimed turning the dials to different stations landing on Jazz, “I like this one!”

“I don’t, change it. Jazz is trash,” was Brian’s snarky reply, David’s eye twitched.

“Then fight me ye bastard!” David snapped as he exited the van.

“Oh no, I’m so scared. I’m shakin’ in me boots!” Brian’s laugh was cut short when David slammed the door shut hard enough to jossel the vehicle.

“Ye barked up thee wrong tree!” David’s voice was deeper and was much more threatening.

“David wait!,” my words were lost as I got out to follow him.

“Hey, bud, I was jokin’ with-” Brian was cut off with the sound of a hard smack, I raced around the van to see Brian holding his face, Lui was terrified, “What the fock!”

David didn’t respond when Brian spoke, he walked over to the man with his face in a hand. David loomed over Brian like a storm system to let loose its wrath. Lui looked over to me and carefully made his way over.

“This is going to get ugly,” was all Lui muttered under his breath sending worried glances over at Brian, “Brian is going to kill him.”

“I don’t think so, David snapped,” I whispered back as Brian threw a heavy punch at David’s chest, he flinched.

“Snapped?” Lui looked puzzled as David slammed into Brian causing him to fall to the ground.

“Yeah he never got to make a choice before,” I explained, Brian swiped at David’s feet, it didn’t help him much.

“Why?” Lui’s favorite question hung in the air as David stomped on Brian’s chest, he looked powerless.

“We bought him remember? Born into a Mafia then sold to a gang. Just think, he had to be a very low rank, therefore he had no rights,” I froze when David grabbed something to his right, Brian’s face only showed horror.

Brian screamed as an axe landed into his right shoulder, the sound of bones breaking filled the air, “Lui tell Marcel to ready the emergency bay!” blood sprayed as David sent another blow into Brian’s shoulder. I ran forward only to have David send another slash into Brian’s mutilated shoulder, cutting off the arm sloppily. He swiped wherever he could before I reached him. I tackled him to the floor, blood was splattered all over him. He struggled under my force, I looked over to see Arlan and Luke hauling Brian to Marcel. Brian had passed out either out of shock or blood loss. When they vanished I lifted him up and slammed him into the van. He threw a punch at my face, I didn’t flinch as I received his blow.

“You’re going to pay for the damage you caused!” I yelled pinning his neck to the cold metal, “One thing you learn quickly is that you don’t fucking beat the shit out of each other like that or you deal with me!”

I didn’t give him the time to reply as I threw a punch of my own. Breaking his nose with a painful snap. I forced him to kneel, I slammed my knee into his face. My grip around his neck tightened, David’s eyes filled with fear. I took no notice as I slammed my fist into his shoulder dislocating it severely. Kneeing him in the chest blood from his nose spilled over his lips and chin. And with one last show of force, I took one of his hand and squeezed, crushing it. David, who was fighting back screams, finally let one out. I dropped him, he fell to the floor in a huddled mess. Leaving him there to think, with blood on my hands I rushed back inside. I looked over at Tyler sitting at the kitchen island, then back at the entrance, he nodded and ran outside. With a shaky breath I ran downstairs, all I could hear was silence except for Marcel’s orders. Rushing into the operating room my heart dropped. Brian looked paler as blood almost covered everything. Marcel was painfully working on his arm only to toss it to the side.

“Why di-” Luke began.

“It can’t be saved, most of the shin is dead and fucked up. Whatever happened just caused Brian to lose an arm. I’ll try to save his nerves, Mini you’re making an arm!” Marcel called out, normally he would sound calm but today that wasn’t the case.

“After this, you’re going to patch up the assailant,” I said taking a position next to Marcel, “But not that well, David has a lesson to learn.”

“Daithi did this? That sweet kid!” was Scotty’s reaction taking the amputated arm, then measured it.

“Yeah he fucking snapped, I just don’t know anymore,” I swore earning a few scared glances, “All of this over Jazz.”

“Luckily you gave him the beating before this but. Brian almost died,” Marcel frowned working Brian’s stump of a shoulder/arm. 

“Well, I’m glad this son of a bitch isn’t a pussy bitch!” Mini said poking his head out from a different room, we all burst into laughter, we needed it.

“I think I scared the kid, be gentle with him for a while. Scotty can you tell Tyler, Lui, and Evan that the job is theirs today?” I asked walking over to the sink, “I’m going to stay with Brian today. He’s going to need someone he trusts with him constantly.”

“Yeah he does, he’s going to suffer from ghost pains. I heard it’s super painful,” Marcel added, washing his hands and Brian’s wounds,” And I think you’re the only one he doesn’t threaten and follow through with it is you, Brock.”

“Yeah he hit me with a car the last time he said and stated he was going to run my ass over,” was Craig’s distant reply.

“Very true, let’s hope everyone learns a lesson today,” I ended with a frown.

“Whatcha thinkin’ ‘bout Brock?” David asked with a slight frown on his face.

“Nothing much, just the to-do-list for today. I’m going to be swapped,” I answered, my hands resting comfortably on my lap.

“Oh? If ye need anything ask, I’m willing to help,” David smiled, I smiled back.

I nodded, “Some of it is planning the next heist. Evan needs materials for his explosives. And I also have to speak with another gang over borders,” I answered, I heard a grunt from Tyler.

“Panda and I can start the plans, and Daithi can drive Luke along with Evan to grab stuff for his booms. What gang? Scotty and Brian could help,” Tyler noted and David nodded in agreement as everyone else nodded.

“That sounds nice, and did I say, gang? I meant mafia,” I corrected, everything but the music silenced.

“Oh fuck that! Nope! I was going to offer to help, not anymore! I’m not dealing with those guys!” Smii7y yelled from the back, “Seananners is fucking crazy!”

“He isn’t that bad,” I defended, David stopped the van.

He looked at me, “We’re here.”

Looking around the meeting place from my seat I frowned. They were already here, an hour early. I hate that, Archie looked me dead in the eyes rubbing his fingers as a sign of money.

“They’re here, be quick or so God please have mercy and strike me dead,” I said scowling at the arrogant man while I got out of the vehicle.

“You’re late,” Archie said with an angry tone, a frown now covering over his bearded face.

“You’re an hour early,” I growled, a few of his men flinched.

“Maybe, but I thought the time was irrelevant,” a snarky reply made my blood boil.

“Just up’ed your price, 237k,” I smiled, a growl came from his lips.

“Why the fuck did you raise the price?” he yelled.

“Moo doesn’t appreciate dealing with brats,” Tyler started.

“And you’re acting like one,” finished Luke, Archie looked pissed but calmed himself.

Only letting the anger show in his eyes, “Alright, the deal is still on. If this goes well then we might see each other later this week.”

“Maybe,” I said my tone showing my displeasure.

“Well we brought what you asked for,” Luke butted in taking the lead, being the gun expert and to break up the fight before it happened.

I looked around, his men looked worried and fearful but the man on the roof caught me off guard. He looked unfazed by our presence, watching over us like a hawk. He must be their sniper, but I can’t help but notice how out of place he was. I quickly pulled out my phone and snapped a picture. I could barely see his face, this is worrying.

“An hour! An hour late!” I yelled smashing my fist into the brick wall to my left.

“Calm down man, soon. We’ll kill them soon,” Evan muttered under his breath trying not to piss me off more.

“Help!” the plea went unnoticed.

“I know! I- I’m just furious that those rats are wasting our time,” I growled.

“Help!” this time it was heard.

I rushed to where the call came from, it was coming from the Nar-Hars’ territory. A man was on the ground and dragging himself forward.

“Help me!” I took pity as I noticed the blood that covered him.

“Here,” I picked him up and set him on top of a stack of crates, “What happened?”

“Him,” the man weakly whispered, “Kryoz.”

I had heard that name a few times before. This Kryoz killed off small gangs, but everyone thinks it’s a gang, though a few people say it’s one person. And that he does it alone.

“Them, you mean them, right?” I questioned only to have his face twist in pain.

“No, he was alone. He killed all of us, we didn’t stand a chance,” he coughed, “He infiltrated us silently and killed us off one by one. Until someone screamed. It was a bloodbath.”

“That can’t be possible,” I tried, looking at his blue and purple cut on his neck.

“Well, Kryoz did it, watch your back. He might go for you next,” he smiled and then went limp, the life drained from his eyes.

I took off running, I had to see the aftermath with my own eyes. It was impossible to take a gang of this size and skill out with one person. Biting my lip I could hear the others chase after me. Getting to their base didn’t take long, but the trail of blood leading into the building wanted me to wish this was a dream. I stepped inside and grimaced at the smell and sight. The smell of death was high as the bodies proved what the man had said. A large K sticker was slapped onto the wall. It stated that Kryoz was here. But he made one mistake, he got our attention and interests.

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Hook:

John is a man of strength and strategy. Plans are a staple in his life, making him the best in his field. John is a spy that specifically works with large and dangerous gangs. This deems him untouchable to his peers, but he himself hates being watched. He would rather slip into a crowd and vanish, but his rank says otherwise. Given a once in a lifetime mission John takes it with honor. Although how could've John possibly known the dangers of what he never would have thought of?

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As you all might of noticed that I was MIA for a long while. I have been working here and there on stories but I never thought people would like them. So I didn't post any of it. But here is a treat for the people who have been here for forever. I am posting my Krii7y Spy AU today. The title is Fatally Enraptured. So if anyone wants to be tagged in today's post. Just comment. Thank you for staying. I hope you enjoy the the story. So have the cover.

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Saw this on Twitter and thought it would be fun c: so send some in?

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au + trope + prompt game

here’s a fun drabble game since i was on the hunt for one and decided i should just make my own instead.

 send in a character, an au, a trope, and a prompt, and i’ll write a little drabble based on it!!

au:

roommates!au

hogwarts!au

spy!au

mafia!au

ceo!au

coffee shop!au

bookstore!au

college!au

camp!au

high school!au

travel!au

babysitter!au

soulmates!au

parent!au

sports!au (name the sport)

supernatural!au (specify)

band!au

celebrity!au

trope:

friends to lovers

enemies to lovers

meet cute

meet messy

unrequited love

fake dating

childhood friends

exes

strangers to lovers

prompt:

“are you sure this is legal?”

“fuck. fuck fuck fuck fuck this shit. fuck.”

“i don’t even think i want to know.”

“you said so, didn’t you?”

“you have the emotional capacity of a brick.”

“what is that?”

“you had no idea, did you?”

“wait, wait. say that again. please.”

“why are you awake so late?”

“you know i’ll do anything for you.”

“i know that it’s the thought that counts but this doesn’t even look like you thought about it.”

“is that the best you can do?”

“it’s been so long since we did this.”

“okay, maybe i’m crazy but did i just hear you say that out loud?”

“i’m rambling again, aren’t i?”

“my hands are really dry. sorry about that.”

“hold your fire!”

“this can’t be real. i feel like i’m having a fever dream.”

“suck on that.”

“it’s just so hard not to fall in love with you.”

“for the last time, please stop trying to airdrop me.”

“did you hack into my hotspot?”

“you know that your book is upside-down, right?”

“alexa, play wonderwall.”

“i know this looks bad, but i swear, it’s not.”

“sometimes, i sit in bed and wonder what would happen if things were different.”

“that was a very bad idea. 0/10 would not recommend.”

“do you ever feel like you’re far away no matter where you are?”

“hold on.”

“need any help with that?”

“you never saw me.”

“shut up for a second, will you?”

“now what?”

“i don’t even know why we’re doing this.”

“don’t tell me you spent actual money on that.”

“i let you mooch off of my netflix and this is how you repay me?”

“don’t you want to know how i feel?”

“i think i would rather eat expired spam.”

“you confuse me.”

“if you’re happy, then so am i.”

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Hecking beautiful!!

I’ve been practicing art styles. Here’s some sketches and a finished project of a style I’ve really enjoyed. :-)

What do yall think of the style. I enjoy feedback and critique. ( tips are also nice lol )

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Hey! I'm not dead!! (Yet) I've been pretty busy for the past couple of months with no motivation. But I have also been battling with my mental health so that was another thing. But I started a new au that I'm really pumped about. And I need to know who you guys want to see in it, I already got John and Jaren if that wasn't expected. So help me out, I'm be posting the hook of the au in a bit, I just want to finish some sketches of characters.

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A Warning

Brightly painted nails traced up and down his arms slowly, he was trying to calm himself down before his nurse showed up. Toby was a sweet and kind woman but John hated her when she got mad, or so he thought, as she would give him shots and drugs that make him feel really bad. But his tantrum was certain to occur as the figure formed in his vision this morning at breakfast. Their dead eyes always stared angrily at the nurses and doctors. They have even talked to John. John has tried to warn everyone yet no one believed him. Yes, John did have a history of hallucinations, but they have stopped years ago. Even now, after growing out of them, he could never seem to actually talk to them. Yet this man, or young adult, spoke to John and understood him. 

The anger this one had to pour from their mind was dark and hostile. It scared John, the pure anger spat made him think it was directed at him. But he was so wrong. The light in John’s small grey cement room flickered violently just before a loud shriek filled his ears. John started to shake violently at the sound as a seizure rippled through his fragile body. As his body convulsed violently his door opened to reveal his nurse, Toby, holding John’s medications. Her eyes widened as she saw John in this awful state. Other nurses were called into the room to help as they struggled to control the situation. Behind them, a young male stood with cold dead eyes, if looks could kill they would all drop dead. His white skin was marred by electrical burns as he moved seamlessly forward towards John’s twitching body. A hand pushed the bleach blonde hair away from John’s face as his eyes flickered open in a pained daze. His eyes locked with the male’s, a single statement left his unmoving lips. 

“They will all burn for this.”

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This was from a request that I got on Amino. I thought that I should also post it here. 

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Spook Month

As it is spook month send me some horror prompts! I'm mainly going to use John, as the main character of the short, unless you specify someone else.

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Hey would anyone want to talk about my aus or other fanfiction with me? I really want to talk about stories but I have no one to talk to about it.

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A small update

Sorry for not posting anything new for some time. I've been swamped with things since August, therefore I have pretty much no time to write for the time being. I am working on things slowly and one-shots, but it will take a lot of time to finish them. As my motivation has been draining with every word I type/write. The stories themselves are still churning in my mind. I want to ease my way back in by helping other writers edit, I tend to get excited with helping with those pieces and I find the motivation to continue my own. So please tell me if you want any help or tips and things.

Also with updates, it's my birthday today!! And that's it. Sorry for the in activity, I'm trying to work on it. ;3 See you guys later.

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Sad John

Soft music flowed throughout the house, where it came from was a mystery in itself. Yet the music was dismal. Somber notes danced a melancholy waltz in the abandoned rooms and halls. Then the soft sobs started as you neared a particular room on the second floor. Inside was a distraught male, his phone was the epicenter for the music. It had been weeks since he last smiled, his mental health had seemingly perished overnight. His bed was void of blankets and pillows. Litter from food wrappers covered the once clean floor. He was debating on whether or not he should try to reach out to his friends again. They all had a life, so when John first asked for help it went unanswered. John had been thrown to the side and left to face his darkest demons on his own. With a burst of hope, he typed away at his screen and sent a small text to a very close friend. Falling onto his back he stared up at the ceiling, the music drifting through his ears started up his tears again. He got no ping from his phone for hours as he just stared up and cried. The cold and merciless claws of loneliness raked across his heart. Sadness was all that stayed by him, even when he drifted to sleep. 

(I’m sorry that this was so short!! Thank you for your ask, feel free to send more. As so thank you for the reblogs, even if there are no tags, I know you like them!)