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Lost Ch. 12The gentle wind blew softly against her skin, ruffling her feathers slightly. She glanced about the rather small private garden lined with a small row of rose bushes and the few medium sized trees that surrounded the area. A smile slowly emerged on her face as she looked up at the clouds above her. She knew it wasn't truly Thanagar and that it lacked the geographical climate of her former homeworld but it was close enough to satisfy her for the moment. In the following two months after her first trip to the garden, Shayera found herself returning to it daily despite her best attempts at avoiding the area all together. Often times she visited the garden multiple times throughout the day. Thankfully Inza and Doctor Fate gave her the space she needed and typically did not disturb her while she was in there. The Thanagarian then lowered her gaze as she deeply inhaled and then sighed as her expression fell. While the garden mimicked Thanagar's appearance, Shayera found that it did so based on her own memories of the planet. Each time she entered the garden, Shayera could tell the subtle changes to the landscape. The part that was alarming Shayera wasn't that the landscape was changing but that it was merging with the landscapes that she had seen during her years on Earth. She could no longer keep straight what terrain was Earth and what was Thanagar within her own memories. She then moved past the garden and looked over the edge. Her brows furrowed as she frowned. "The valley wasn't that deep...I think," Shayera muttered to herself. "Or was it deeper than the Grand Canyon? No the Grand Canyon was deeper and wider than the canyon at Valmorra. I'm sure of it." "I knew I would find you here," Shayera lightly jumped in surprise as she turned to see Doctor Fate standing behind her. "Did I not tell you that your time here would be cathartic?" Shayera frowned slightly, "I'm not sure if cathartic is the right word to use anymore for this place. If anything I'm more frustrated than enlightened." Fate tilted his head in curiosity, "Frustrated how?" "That I can't remember it clearly," Shayera replied as her frown deepened. "I grew up on that planet yet I can't tell the differences anymore. I can't remember what memories are from Thanagar and which are from Earth. Everything is just blending together." "I can see how that would be quite vexing for you," Fate stated before pausing for a moment. He eyed the Thanagarian before him and considered his words before speaking, "Perhaps I can offer you a...distraction so to speak. A temporary one to take your mind off of this new issue." Shayera narrowed her eyes slightly, "Trust me this is the least of my issues. I rather be dealing with not fully remembering how Thanagar looked over the other thoughts that go through my mind." "I can imagine. You cry often throughout the night," Fate replied as Shayera's eyes widened.Slowly Shayera's surprised expression turned into a scowl, "What do you have me under surveillance throughout the night? Still worried I'll just up and leave?" Fate shook his head, "Not in the least Shayera. I roam the halls nightly when I myself cannot find rest. I noticed your habit of sitting in our...I suppose you may call it recreational room. You tend to spend hours in there crying to yourself. Inza and I have both offered you an open ear before. Neither of us would judge you since I know that is what you fear." Shayera's scowl remained as she glared at the mystic, "You don't know anything about me, neither of you do. Stop acting like you know me." "I shall be rather blunt then," Fate started. "Without your helmet you are a rather expressive individual. It is not hard to read you Shayera Hol." Shayera lightly growled as she began to move towards the door, "I've had enough of this bullshit." "Inza was correct in her observation about you. You do tend to ignore your issues and rather run from them. For a warrior you are rather cowardly," Fate retorted as he narrowed his eyes slightly. Fate knew the line he was crossing yet he wasn't worried. Rather he was hoping to spark a volatile reaction from her. Shayera immediately stopped in her tracks and whirled around, "Cowardly? I think you're confusing cowardly with being remorseful and reflective. I rather not go face the Justice League and be the brunt of their hatred. That's all they would offer me." "And how do you know this without speaking with them?" Fate inquired. "You didn't give them the opportunity to show hatred or forgiveness. Instead you ran from them." "I don't need to give them an opportunity," Shayera frowned. "I know how they view me. I saw the looks on their faces before they would have kicked me out of the Justice League. Okay maybe the Flash is the only person there who doesn't hate me. Other than him, no one else wants me back. None of them want me there. None of them stopped me from leaving. None of them looked for me. They're better off without me anyways." "Like the Green Lantern John Stewart?" Fate quietly asked her. Shayera's expression instantly fell as she looked down and let out a soft sigh. Fate walked towards her and placed a hand on her shoulder, "You speak his name quite often while you cry. I surmise that you regret whatever you did to him quite deeply." Shayera mustered another light frown as she shrugged his hand off of her shoulder, "Just leave me alone already." Fate was silent for a moment before tilting his head, "Did you know your eyes show all of your emotions? Is that why Thanagarians typically wear helmets? I can see why your people would view it as a weakness." No sooner had the words left his mouth did Fate have to catch a punch that was thrown at his head from the irate Thanagarian before him. "Did I say something wrong?" "Shut the hell up," Shayera growled through clenched teeth. Fate pondered his response for a brief moment. He had finally gotten the reaction from her that he had wanted. Now he needed to see just how much of Hawkgirl's attitude was still left within her. "Make me then," he calmly replied as his eyes narrowed. Shayera darkly glared at Doctor Fate before dropping her fist and resumed making her way to the door so that she could leave. Before leaving the area the Thanagarian shot the mystic one final glare from over her shoulder. Once Shayera was gone, Fate released the breath he was unconsciously holding before shaking out his left hand. "She does pack quite the punch," he rhetorically stated to himself as he rubbed his left palm. "She retained her fiery temper though she still won't fight when challenged. I myself am not a warrior but a simple servant of order. How do I bring out the warrior when the will has been broken? I need a warrior who can reach her." _____________________________________ "You want me to talk to Hawkgirl?" Aquaman dryly asked Fate as he stood before him in his throne room. "Why would I degrade myself to building up a woman's warrior mentality? Don't you have a wife who can do so?" "Inza is not a warrior by any means and would fail in that regard," Fate replied. "She is a simple spellcaster such as myself. You know she favors the spells of healing over those of fighting." "Not my problem," Arthur dismissively stated. "Have the Justice League help her. Last time I checked she was their problem." "That is where a bigger problem lies. She does not have the Justice League to fall back onto any longer. After the Thanagarian Invasion she lost her only family. She lost the very thing that gave her a meaning in life. Without the Justice League or even her own dignity as a warrior, she views herself as having no self-worth." "Again," Aquaman rolled his eyes. "Not my problem. I'm a king not a therapist. I will admit, for a woman, Hawkgirl was one of the greatest warriors I had ever met. I will not taint my own memories of Hawkgirl by seeing her as she is now. Fix her first and then I'll talk to her." Fate narrowed his eyes, "Fixing her is not that simple of a task Arthur. I know her warrior spirit is still there. It is just buried deep within her. I need to reignite it. I need to show her that she has a purpose on this planet. That she can still be a warrior of justice." "She betrayed her comrades. As a soldier that's not something that reigniting a fighting passion will fix," Aquaman stated. "There's more to it then just her warrior spirit at this point." Fate stayed silent for a moment before murmuring, "It is her heart then. That's the key."Arthur raised an eyebrow, "What was that?" Fate shook his head slightly, "Nothing just something that could be a stepping stone in the way. I was rather hoping to mend her mind before I attempted to mend her heart. Emotions can be rather daunting to have to wade and sort through." "If she's emotionally damaged than you're wasting your time," Arthur countered. "Soldiers don't recover well typically. She'll always be damaged goods and nothing you do will ever revert her back to the way she was prior. I've seen it within my own soldiers. You'll only be fighting a losing battle." "Perhaps," Fate conceded. "Though I am a rather stubborn individual myself. That and I tend to hold onto faith and hope more than others do." Fate then turned to leave, "I'll be back eventually and when I do return you will help her." "We'll see mystic," Aquaman disdainfully responded with a light glare.
Alien v2 Ch. 9Shayera gritted her teeth and stayed where she was sprawled out on the ground. She winced at the pain shooting up from the gash on her right thigh. She lifted her head to watch as Wonder Woman tore two of the robots apart limb from limb without so much as flinching. Batman then leapt overtop of Diana and threw a single batarang that impaled itself into the head of another robot. Within seconds the batarang detonated, destroying another one. Red Tornado and Fire then flew overhead as they blasted their way through more of the robots and inching the League closer to Toyman himself. The streets of Keystone City had become a ground for mini-war between Toyman's toy soldier droids and the Justice League. The next thing Shayera knew, Batman was at her side and rested a knee on the ground next to her. He left his other knee bent and rested his arm against his thigh. She noticed that the way he knelt before her was protective and encroaching. She couldn't see beyond him to spy the broken robots laying dormant on the ground. "We need to get pressure around that wound to stop the bleeding," Batman said to her as he slowly helped her sit up. Looking down at her leg, Shayera could see that her pant leg have been torn and was saturated with deep, thick red blood. Shayera inhaled sharply as she looked down at it. She could see the wound was deep. "I'm fine," she said quietly, looking up at him. His gaze was still on her leg. She could see that his expression was somewhat irritated. "It's just a scratch." Shayera could feel Batman roll his eyes at her comment, "You won't be able to walk." "I can if I use my legs," she quipped. "Shayera," he began, lips curved downward. It was a clear warning, one that she had anticipated to come from him. She inhaled and then exhaled deeply, letting herself relax despite the pain in her leg. "Now's not the time to be a smartass." She relented and nodded, "I know, sorry." Batman let out a sigh of his own, "You're going to need stitches for this and I can't leave you here defenseless." "I'm hardly defenseless," Shayera quietly said to him with a frown. He then knelt down on both knees and grabbed the tail end of his cape. Shayera frowned as she watched him tear a portion of the bottom clean off. "Goddammit!" Shayera yelped in pain as Batman tightly tied the fabric around her upper thigh. "Warn me next time!" Batman narrowed his eyes at her, "You better hope there isn't a next time." "You really didn't have to ruin your cape for me," she said breathlessly, trying her best not to hiss at the sharp, hot pain shooting up her leg. "I know that." He then cuttingly retorted, "And you shouldn't be on League missions to begin with." "I told you before that I know the extent of my durability. I'm not concerned and neither should you," she said, her eyes narrowed a bit as she looked at him. He peered up at her. She could tell by his cowl that his brow was arched inquisitively. "As a Thanagarian this is hardly a life threatening wound. Even a half-Thanagarian wouldn't fall to something like this." Batman just stared at her intently for a moment before speaking, "I don't want to see you get hurt and something happens. Knowing your current condition, I shouldn't even be allowing you to come out here. That's besides the fact that I would have to deal with John if something ever did happen. He would kill me on the spot for knowingly allowing you to put yourself in harm's way." She was silent for a moment, biting her lip. "Nothing is going to happen to me. I know that nothing will," she said more firmly. "I can keep this baby more safe than anyone else ever could. I'm not some delicate, damsel in distress or some shit." "For your sake, at the very least, I hope you're right," he said with a light frown. Batman then lifted her right arm over his shoulder as he slowly helped her stand. "I'm assuming you'll only get stitches and not get checked out, right?" "I don't need to be checked out for a cut," she said quietly with a frown. "I never have and I never will. I don't know how many more times I'll have to repeat myself before you get it through that damn, thick skull of yours." He glanced at her and she could tell he wasn't amused, "You're the stubborn one. You were also thrown into a building." Shayera then shrugged, wincing as she limply alongside the Dark Knight. She looked away from his prying gaze, "Yeah and I know what got hurt, my back and my right wing. I'm not concerned and neither should you." Batman sighed, "Just don't do any crazy or idiotic heroics. All it takes is one good hit Shayera. We face enemies who can hurt you, Thanagarian or not." "I won't and I know that," she quietly replied with a sigh of her own. "I am being careful; trust me." Shayera sharply inhaled again and winced, "My leg is killing me. Can't you just get me to the damn Medbay already?" __________________________________ "Shayera," John burst through the door of the Medbay. He looked over to see Shayera sitting on a medical exam table as Batman was treating her wound. He sighed as he walked over to them, "Are you ok? Diana told me you were injured." Shayera rolled her eyes as she let out an exasperated sigh, "I'm fine John. I just needed some stitches. That's all." "It could have been worse," Batman gruffly opined as he finished dressing the wound. "A few more inches to the left and it could have been your femoral artery." "But it wasn't," she pointedly retorted. John smirked, "It'll take more than a few stitches to keep you down Shay." Shayera likewise smirked, "You know it Lantern." John then turned to Batman, "I haven't gotten the chance to thank you yet for helping Shayera out." "I'm not so sure you should be thanking me so soon," he dryly replied. "Especially if you're going to end up marrying someone as stubborn as her." "Funny," Shayera lightly frowned. "You can cut it out with the smartassery Bruce." "I've heard the petty arguments you two get into. I can only imagine what the League will have to endure once you're both married to each other." John shrugged, "As Wally always says, we're already an old married couple. I can't imagine things being much different to now." Batman narrowed his eyes slightly as he looked over to Shayera, "I need you at Wayne Manor, tomorrow morning. Don't be late." He then swiftly stood from his seat and left the Medbay. "He's got a stick up his ass," John stated as the doors hissed closed behind the Dark Knight. "Wonder what his problem is." Shayera shrugged, "It's Bruce we're talking about after all. It's to be expected. You wanna go grab something to eat?" "Cafeteria alright?" "Sure, doesn't matter to me," she grimaced as she stood and then rubbed the back of her neck. "I sorta was thrown into a building too. My body hurts." John lightly chuckled as they stepped into the hallway, "Well that's what happens in the life of the Justice League. Just be thankful how strong you are. If I were thrown into a building without my ring, I'd be in a full body cast at the bare minimum." "Point taken." "What was Toyman doing anyway?" Shayera shrugged, "I have no idea honestly. All I know was that Fire, Diana, and I were the backup. Probably some harebrained scheme of some sort, like an attempt at world domination." "Isn't it always?" He asked her with an amused look before frowning and putting a finger to his ear, "Yeah Terrific? Alright I'll be right there." He turned to Shayera, "Sorry Shay but duty calls. Dinner date tonight instead?" Shayera smirked and kissed his cheek, "Absolutely and I expect pizza with extra cheese and pepperoni." "It's date then," he grinned and flew down the hallway. Shayera softly sighed as she resumed to walk down the hallway. Was this going to be what her child was going to have to deal with? Would all they know was that their parents were always running off on Justice League missions? She wanted her child to know their parents and not just be another passing face to them. Then there were the injuries that came with being a Justice League member. Would her child have to constantly worry about if their mother or father were going to come home? Shayera looked down as she frowned at the thought. She didn't want her child wondering and worrying every single day of their life. Shayera suddenly grunted as she collided with someone in the hallway. She glanced up to see Vixen staring at her with a raised eyebrow. She made a mental note to herself that she had to make a conscious effort to not space out like this. "You alright Shayera?" Mari asked her. "You're never this out of it." "Sorry, got lost in my train of thought," Shayera lightly shook her head. "Mari, are you doing anything right now?" "No why?" Shayera silently stood there for a moment, "I was going to go grab lunch. Wanna come with me? I need someone to talk to." "I already ate but I could use something to drink." Mari then gave her a rather intrigued look, "And what are we going to be talking about exactly?" "Just some girl problems," she replied. "I guess that's the best way to describe it." "Does it involve our resident Green Lantern at all?" Mari slyly smirked.Shayera lightly chuckled, "You could say it does. I need your advice on something I want to talk to John about and I really could use another female's opinion. I had a talk with Batman about this but guys just don't get this kind of stuff." Mari placed a hand on Shayera's shoulder, "Girl trust me, I understand so say no more. Even a warrior like you needs a little girl talk from time to time."
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In Which Sultan Finds Some New FriendsSultan was flying around in the desert, when he spotted a small settlement looking like it was being built up. Perhaps they had some information for him? Sultan flew down to the sand and walked over to one of the people helping out. Or…creature in this case. It was a centaur! He had never seen a centaur before, and was a bit mystified. Trying to focus and not stare, he finally spoke. "Uh, excuse me?" Started Sultan.The centaur turned to face him, a big smile on his face. "Hello, friend!" Shouted the centaur, as he went over to him to embrace him. The centaur had a white shirt on with messy dark brown hair, similar color to Sultan’s, and his beard was a lighter brown.Sultan slowly hugged him back, as he was caught off guard by the touch of this centaur. "Uh…hi…? Friend? You seem to…enjoy touching strangers huh?""Oh, sorry" The centaur chuckled nervously, backing away. "Guess I forget some people don't like to be touched.""No, no! It's ok! Just…caught me off guard is all. Maybe when I get to know you more, it will be different. Anyway…I'm the Happy Sultan." Smiled Sultan, extending a hand.The centaur took his hand, and shook it. "Nice to meet you. I'm Galen Maplevolley. You can just call me Galen or GM for short…mind if I just call you Sultan?""I'd be fine with that, sure, " he smiled. "Now Galen, tell me. What are you guys doing out here in the desert?""Oh! This?" He looked over at the tent he was setting up. "We are building a new kingdom here to live.""A…new kingdom?" Sultan asked."Yes! It…doesn't look like much now, but…it will be" He scratched the back of his head. "We had to leave our last kingdom due to an illness."Sultan took a step back from Galen. "Should I go then? If you all are sick?""No, no! We’re all ok! But…our king had not. It was a brain illness which turned him into a mad king. The empire he built for us was all destroyed. Since we deemed the kingdom uninhabitable, we thought it would be time to make our own. Well…our new leader did.""And who is your new leader?" "Fu'ul" Galen stated. "Here! I'll take you to him." The centaur started to wander off, as Sultan followed after him. As he walked, he saw a few other people who were helping to build this kingdom up. He saw a woman with black hair and blue tips, as she was talking to an angry pirate who kept commanding her to sit down. There was a sort of religious man, who was preaching to a red-haired pony how the world they knew actually took place in a book, and everyone's fate was in control of one man. Another was a blue haired girl tied in a ponytail, wearing a sweatshirt, and playing with…something unknown to Sultan. A blonde who held a large key talking with a kimono wearing man with cat ears, and many more. "So, tell me Sultan. What brings you to this random spot?" GM asked, after walking for a bit."Well, I was flying around trying to search for home, and I saw you guys and figured I would land." "Flying around?" Sultan nodded. "Yea, I have a carpet.""Woah!!! That's cool! I've heard about them but I've never really tried one. My legs are…pretty good at taking me places."Sultan chuckled. "Oh I can imagine"Galen continued. "Now…you said you were searching for home? Did you get lost on your flight?"No, I…seem to have no memory from before I was saved. So, I've been doing a bit of a journey to see if something would trigger my mind."Galen gasped. "That's awful! I hope you find your home soon.""As do I." Sultan sighed as he looked down. He had bumped into Galen, realizing that Galen had stopped. Before he could ask, GM spoke."He's right here. Sultan, this is Fu'ul. Fu'ul? This is the Happy Sultan." Galen introduced the two of them.Fu'ul smiled as he walked closer. Fu’ul is a man with dark hair and wears grey robes as opposed to the lighter robes Sultan wears. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Happy Sultan." He paused for a second. "Wait…that name sounds familiar." He took out his sword and pointed it at Sultan. "Do I know you?",Sultan's eyes were dilated as the sword was pointed at him. "I certainly hope not!!! I'm new here!"Skeptical, Fu’ul asked "Do you know the Gassick Marketplace?"Galen spoke up. "Fu'ul, he's not anyone you would know, and I don't think he would remember. He has amnesia.""Amnausea???" Fu'ul asked."Amnesia. It means he can't remember anything. He doesn't even remember his own home."Fu'ul lowered his sword, walked over to Sultan and placed a concerned hand on his shoulder. "I'm sorry to hear that. You are more than welcomed to stay with us. This can be your new home."Sultan smiled. "I appreciate that, sir."Fu'ul shook his head. "No need for sir. Fu'ul is fine. Come, let us introduce you to everyone." He whistled, as all the other patrons came close. Sultan had met all the people he had seen while searching for Fu'ul and then some. Quite a different array of personalities. He felt like he would have a fun time here.After all the introductions were finished, Fu'ul pulled him to the side. "Come, let's start setting up your place.""I appreciate that, but I should still find MY home.""Well…a base then! Some place to come back to when you have a long day?" Fu’ul suggested.While Sultan still had Lily and Jonahs place, he knew he couldn't stay there forever. He nodded "Sure. A base sounds good. Let me just let the family I was staying with know that I'll have a second home. So they don't worry.”“Here” Fu’ul said. “We have a few messenger birds to send out.” He took Sultan to a cage with a few birds. “Just write your message, and send the bird off!”“That's…not entirely how it works…” The black and blue haired woman from before had followed them to the cage. Sabrina was her name. “You need to find a bird from your town to send a message. Tell me Sultan. Where are you from?”“Hungar Dunes” answered Sultan.“You'd want this little guy right here. However, the bird isn't going to fly right to the house. There is a nest spot that the birds can retreat to. If your people aren't expecting a message from you, they probably won't think to look there.”“I see.” Sultan thought. “Then…I guess I'll go back to my original plan. It's ok, I'll be back soon, and we can all work on my place together!”Fu’ul nodded. “We will see you then, new friend.” With that, Sultan stepped on his carpet and flew back to town, to tell his other friends the news of the new community he was joining.

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N:Era: Where We Lie Part 4: Plans and PrepCyras rarely thought of Owlis as gentle, but as she sat in a hardwood chair, the comb cascaded over her fur tuffs smoothly. The wildborn refused grooming from anyone else, and every servant who attempted got a sharp edge of teeth.Ryvoh always yelled, screamed, or kept a strict order through the threat of slaps and bites. She was angry and melancholic, haunted, but ultimately protective and leaderlike. On the other hand, Owlis was angry, but in a fair way, and she was also easily humored. Elegant instead of crass, firm but gentle. Introverted, but caring. Still slapped but for logical reasons instead of merely speaking out of turn, in fact, Owlis permitted that Cyras stand up for herself.Perfume sprayed hair. Nose wrinkling, Cyras thought, I'd rather my own musk instead of smelling like a strawberry's armpit.Owlis rubbed some stray strands down. "Making oneself look respectable for a party requires several steps. This is step one, done." She picked Cyras under her arms and placed her down. "Next is dresses.""I don't even know if I want a party." These parties required lots of planning and rules, like some kind of dance. Rituals held for no other reason than a mere accident of her being born on a specific day.Owlis laughed, high-pitched. "If only." She walked through a door in the back of her room, leading Cyras through.Fabrics hung on racks. Hooks scraped against metal as scarves and shirts and dresses flew by. "I hate my own birthday as well. Most celebrate theirs once every couple of years and I envy that. However, the party isn't for you, just about you.""That doesn't even make any sense," Cyras protested, her tail shaking vigorously. She stomped her paw down. "Why do I have to have a party if I don't want one?""For your friends, your family, and for the people. And this is what the people want. And, this is what the people want you to wear."The dress came in sight. A type of faint green-like vomit mixed in with a strong red. Nauseating."Avocadon't green," Cyras said, her voice trailing off. "Great."Owlis' eyes glazed over. "The tailor did his best work, I'm sure.""I'm not wearing that if I was freezing to death!""Just wear the dress at the event.""No, that's disgusting.""Look, just play with your friends for now," Owlis said as she shuffled the dress away. Back into the void of fabric.Cyras smirked at the word "play" as Owlis' back was to her. She jumped.As usual, the older fox grabbed her in midair and slammed her on her tailbone. But, Cyras lurched onto her side and bucked at Owlis' hips.She slapped Cyras' soles, but several sparks came from the paws. Gasping, she retreated as a flaming tail came from the side.Duck on the tail swing, jump over the other, but Cyras came with a flaming right punch, however, she got bit on the wrist. Tight grip. Owlis elbowed Cyras' core. She squeaked.Swerving her hips, Owlis got Cyras on the floor. Bite still locked, she circled until the wrist almost faced the opposite way. Claws flexing from the pain, Cyras rolled and dislodged the grip, but her tail was towards the Empress. She dodged a bite near her rump."Next time, I'll take a chunk of flesh," Owlis threatened. "I don't permit FIRE in the palace.""If an enemy attacks me," Cyras said, "I'm hitting with anything I've got.""You can't even hit."Cyras growled and sulked away from Owlis.She ran through the hallways and down the stairs, all while plotting. Owlis was clever, Owlis was quick, but Cyras was gonna beat her slick. Rigid and inflexible, versus careful and cunning.She wasn't going to wear that stupid ugly dress under any circumstances. And she would punch her. Anyway, for today's work, ice cream shop.Arriving, Cyras saw the girls around a TV. "Sorry I've been gone, party stuff."Ahmond distantly stacked and scrubbed ice cream bowls. Lilu perked up and said, "Well, Pretty Foxy, you and Ahmond's little stunt has gotten lie detectors a great boost. Lemme see that remote control."Lilu got her paws on a slender stick and fiddled with the buttons, clicking through the channels.Rosod turned around her stool, as she sat by the counter, as she said, "I heard there will be more channels in the future. Perhaps 50."Lilu laughed. "I don't really think people need 50 channels. They have a channel just for restaurants.""Ooh, we could use that channel," Cyras said. "How do you get a show on the box?"Lilu shrugged as she found what she was looking for. "You pay lots of money. Bowling channel. Extreme bowling channel. Nose picking channel. Shopping channel." The low sound didn't matter because the text was bright and bold: Lie Detectors, on sale."He must be working all day and night on them," Cyras said, "how could he remake the same thing with exactness each time? Even Ahmond's ice cream is a little different.""That's heavy industry, baby," Lilu said. "Who knows how many he already had created. Now he's probably moved from knick-knacks in the technology places, meaning he's worth even more money."Cyras rolled her eyes. The words mattered more than the experience. Organic fruit, gourmet meals, high-quality rice, pre-cooked beans, refried beans, jelly beans, deluxe refrigerators, and automatic toasters. These terrible temptations of corporate propaganda culminated in low-end, inferior merchandise overtaking the low-end, inferior Civic. Knick-knacks were cheap, technology was expensive."Maybe we should just give up," Lilu said."People are getting their heads ripped off," Rosod said."Yeah, but like, we're not here to stop every single issue in Wysdom." Lilu put the channel back on extreme bowling. "People will figure out in time this is a scam."Cyras' eyes darkened. "Will they?" She hopped up next to Rosod-"Cyras, get your dirty muddy feet off. People eat there," Rosod said."They eat from the bowl! Anyway, will anyone learn? Or will people still believe in tricks and advertisements years from now? Will words and language always control others, and if so, what's stopping them? If a lie gets repeated in a cycle, who will break the cycle?""Oh, they hit an old lady," Lilu said. "Extreme bowling gets some of the best television."Rosod said, "Hey Ahmond, you haven't been speaking much."Ahmond said, "I'm sorry, I'm just trying to get the last bits of money I can.""Wow, she was a Twayt too, little gal. I think she's got at least some head trauma."Rosod laid her cheek on her hand. "I'll try getting your money, Ahmond. I got the field trip permission slip ready, and when I show them, they'll give me the money."Cyras said, "Regardless, preserving pudgy puppy's precious posterior poses potential problems perhaps. Presuming your parents pay you for the personal field trip, and you proffer that for Ahmond's profits, how will you- Uh..." She began repeating the "puh" sound.Rosod said, "I've got everything taken care of."Ahmond mumbled, "Your fingers are crossed.""Yes, they are.""Oh yeah, my point is," Cyras said, suddenly remembering why she arrived, "we can't back down now and we must find another plan and another solution towards stopping Daybreak and the epidemic we created."Lilu said, "Lots of talking, not lots of solutions."Rosod said, "Yeah Cyras, he'll still be here in a couple weeks." ***Daybreak came back into Orch's shop of little gimmicky toys. The poor lighting seemed even darker in the light of his glory. "I have good news, my invention is finally popular." He threw his hands in the air, striking a pose. He laughed near maniacally."Finally." He swung around and laid against the counter. "After years of toiling, engineering, and learning, despite the scoldings of my parents, I am at the top of the world!"Orch was busy not caring, instead reading a magazine about fancy living. "Oh, you're still alive, apparently.""Please, you should have heard the news by now that my polygraph has succeeded. But, I have an offer for you.""Oh?"Orch went back towards fancy living digest until he heard a clanging of coins. He peered up, seeing a bag of Drakold. In disbelief, he grabbed one coin. The face of Owlis on front. He bit. Got a slight bend. "This is legit.""I'm moving," Daybreak said."You're getting a house?""Have a house," Daybreak informed him. "All the way in Canth. That's why I came here. I want you to join me."Caught unaware, Orch's mouth opened silently."This shop will likely let you go within the next couple of months. With my affluence, I can provide you with a place to stay. In a good neighborhood. You can live with me and even help me with my projects.""Projects.""I've got plenty more planned out.""Why are you asking me? I've never been nice to you."Daybreak produced a letter. From their parents.Orch cut the manila with his index claw and looked through."Dear Daybreak,We knew you would be fine after our recent argument, but we're beginning to miss you. You're a good kid and always have a home here, but your father became a little hasty. Honestly, you've always been my favorite.You're smart, you’re charismatic, and you're intelligent. You have a permanent place in our home, and we would never kick you out forever."Orch and Daybreak fell silent. Orch put the envelope in a paper shredder. Instead of making a classic shredder sound, the shredder came up with a song, going, "Shred shred shred, shred into threads oh shred shred shred, shred into threads..."Daybreak had a glint in his eyes. "My own parents. They're lying because they just want my money. Guess what, at the store, your sister pretended like she couldn't afford groceries."Daybreak shuddered and took a deep breath. "You don't use me. You're the only one who tried to help me during my darkest hour, and for that, I'm paying back your kindness."Orch stood up abruptly so Daybreak retreated. "Okay maybe you need a bit of a reality check, but look here. You told me exactly how your device works and you're scamming a bunch of people with a toy that you're claiming is a scientific tool. Everyone will find out.""I don't agree with characterizing this as a scam, not the words I would use. Like, the everlasting flavor gums don't last forever.""Advertising, without proof, something like this, something you are selling to police, is certainly a crime. A major crime. If you think being kicked out of home is bad, then imagine being exiled from the kingdom. You'd be on the run.""I thought you would support me and you would take the handout.""I don't want anything to do with your immoral business plan and offering me this black market bootleg machine is an insult."Daybreak's eyes narrowed. "I don't care if a bunch of morons are getting scammed." He put a claw to his chest. "This is me getting back at everyone in the world who has spat on me. Engineers like me, tech developers, creators, are the future. The rest of you are simply nipping at my heels. Yes, the lie detectors are faker than a politician's promise, but you better believe I would rip off everyone here a dozen times if that means progress. You can refuse to join me, but think of that as your loss."As Daybreak headed out, he said, "...Maybe you're just being difficult, because you can't accept nice things. You've never had any, after all. I'll give you a couple of days to make a new choice, but afterward, I'll long be on the beach."
Frozen RiderI used to like to travel, I still do but not as much.When I was younger I would often take off for weeks at a timeusually with very little money.I remember one cold journeyfrom Amarillo to Albuquerque.It was a part of a cross-country motorcycle trip. It started to sleetand my back tire was sliding on every curve.It was also only about 35 degrees.Which feels like sub-zero riding a bike on the highway.My body was numband my mind began to wander.I decided...I better call it quits for the day.Even though it was only about 300 milesbetween the two citiesnormally I tried for 600 miles a day.I took an exit into Albuquerqueand pulled into some quiet-looking restaurant,in what looked like a lazy hamleton the outskirts of town.I could barely get myself off the bikeit felt like I was starting to go into shock.To this day I can’t feel the tips of three of my fingers.I could barely walkbut somehow, I managed to get myself insidethe heated restaurant.I felt frozen and could barely use my extremities.When I walked in the door every eyeturned toward me.I had on a backpack, soaking wet clothingand dirty jeans.It was like I was interrupting a family brunch.They stared at me like I was some kind of alienfrom another world.I sat down and started shaking from the cold, and slowly began peeling off layers of clothing.I heard whispers:How I was probably some city boy from the east.(Which I was, but that is beside the point)I started having spasmsand was shaking uncontrollably.Everyone was looking at melike I was a sick animal that should be shotand put out of its misery.I heard one couple saying how Godmust have been napping when heset the mold for that one.Finally, a fat bucktooth waitress came byI ordered stuttering my wordsbut managed to say coffee, please.She just looked disgustedand asked if maybe I would like to get that to go.No here, I managed to say.I didn’t want to staybut figured if I didn’t warm up some, I might not make it to a hotel.I finished my coffee and headed for the door.I heard lots more whispering but I just decided to ignore whatever the hell they were saying.I thought to myselfwell, so much for small-town hospitality.As I started my bikeand was putting on my helmetI noticed three teenage girls walking toward the restaurant.They all smiled and shyly giggledlooking at me and my bike.They had an expression of longing and desire in their eyes.Not for me...but for what I represented to them,the idea of breaking free.The dream of leaving their small townwith its narrow-minded values forever.They understood something that the older folksin the restaurant couldn’t comprehend.That it wasn’t Ithat was the freak.The freaks were those thatstayed in the small town. Never interested in the roador what lay beyond them.The girls knew the townpeople would never questiontheir existence.Nor travel to find dangerand adventure beyond every turn.They also knew if they stayedthey would marry, have kids,and do the same as the othersmall-town folks. I love small towns todayand live in one right now.But I've never gotten used to their tribal ways or their desire to homogenize everyone and everything.I often think that it isthis lack of individualismthat has caused so manyproblems for our countrypast and present.
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Fnaf x Project: Playtime"Hello and thank you members of Playtime Co.'s Resource Extraction Specialists Team for volunteering to help clean up our recent mess at one of our establishments that was totally a freak accident. And was not caused by us do to poor planning. We here at Fazbear Entertainment believe that this temporary partnership will be beneficial for both parties and could lead to further collaborations between the two companies. Depending on how much of a good job you do that is.Now to explain your task. Your job is to collect a set amount of Fazbear Entertainment items ranging from small trivial stuff like T-shirts to the much larger like Endoskeleton parts and place them in chutes in designated locations you can find around the Pizzaplex. The monitors on the chutes will track your progress and when you reach the quota for said item. The monitor will inform you of it. You are forbidden from taking any Fazbear Entertainment property with you outside the building and if you're caught with one. You will be reported to your employer and most definitely be fired and will never again work in this kind of business. So please, reframe from having sticky fingers. With that out of the way. You may begin your task and once again. We here at Fazbear Entertainment thank you for volunteering.Fazbear Entertainment is not reasonable for death, being maimed, torn apart, stabbed, choked, disemboweled, hypnotized to a permeant sleep, mind transferred into VR or AR simulated worlds, being possessed by a digital entity, falling down the stairs, slipping because of a puddle on the floor, being lured away by something mimicking a loved one's voice, and anything else that can cause physical harm and/or death to one's self."XxXThe Resource Extraction Specialists, or RES for short, stepped into the main lobby of the giant building known as the Mega Pizzaplex. They looked around in awe at the sheer amount of damage the lobby had taken by the accident. Ahead of them once stood a massive gold statue of the main mascot known as Glamrock Freddy. But it long crumbled into pieces.A RES member dressed in a form fitting red hazmat suit and mask, revealing that she's a woman. Steps forward and turns around to address the other four members of the team. "Alright everyone, listen up!" Her voice was firm and commanding with a hint of age in it. Indicating she was probably the oldest of the group."Both Fazbear Entertainment and Playtime Co. expect us to do a good job tonight. I want all of you and even myself, to give a 110%. Do this right and we might see something of a promotion when we get back to the factory."Just then a snort can be heard coming from one of the RES members. One wearing a blue version of the hazmat suit was seen holding his hand to the area where his mouth is under the mask. "Sorry. Didn't mean to laugh, but I don't care for a promotion. I'm only here for the fat paycheck they promised us once we complete the job. I'm happy where I am back at the factory." He said.From behind the black tinted visor. Red's eyes narrowed, but before she can say anything. Another member of the team wearing a yellow version of their outfit. Nudges Blue on the arm with her GrabPack arm. "Be somewhat professional, please." She said."Heh, that's quite funny coming from you. You were practically jumping in your seat during the car ride here," Yellow was grateful her face was concealed as her cheeks turned a deep red. "N-no! I simply want to contribute more to the company, that's all.""Can we please begin our task now?" Green asked, his impatience evident in his tone, with Purple nodding in agreement. "Green and I have plans for the weekend, and pooling our checks will make it even more enjoyable for us."Red concurred with Green's eagerness to start the work. She informed the four members that they could choose to stick together or split up, but emphasized that they must carry their walkie-talkies at all times and keep them switched on in case of any incidents.They nodded their heads and reached for the communication devices on their belts and switched them on. Green and Purple said they'll go further into the Pizzaplex to start. Red, Blue, and Yellow watched as the pair go up the stairs and through the massive entryway that leads to The Atrium. When they were out of their sight. The three decided to start in the main lobby. Each of them splitting off to cover more ground.Unbeknownst to the Resource Extraction Specialist Team, an individual was observing them through the still-active camera system. Inside the main security office, a woman clad in a white rabbit costume watched the multiple monitors and grinned beneath her rabbit mask. She pressed a few buttons on the console before her and then a final one.In the darkness of other areas within the Pizzaplex, pairs of glowing red dots pierced the gloom—something she noticed on the monitors. Seizing a walkie-talkie and pressing the button, the woman spoke into it with a distorted voice, "We have guests in the Pizzaplex. Be gracious hosts and... entertain them."
Poppy Playtime: CH 3 (What-if Part 2),John watches in both awe and terror as the metal, skeleton-like hand of The Prototype lowered from the same hatch CatNap jumped down from to get the jump on him. The giant purple cat backed away in fear at it.Knowing he failed his God, he feared at what punishment he'll receive. But instead of a harsh punishment. The Prototype turned his hand around, as if wanting CatNap to take it.At least that what it would look like to an outside viewer. But to CatNap. He knew what it truly meant... and he was very willing to it.CatNap, real name Theodore Grambell, got onto his knees and waited for his God to take him. The Prototype pressed his sharp fingers together and rammed them through CatNap's mouth.The death was instant. The large front legs fell limply to the floor and as if the giant cat weighed nothing. The Prototype lifted the dead Bigger Body off the ground and into the hatch.As far as John knew. That was the last time he would see of CatNap. Getting up off the floor. John looks at his right GrabPack arm and sighs when seeing the green hand completely destroyed."I really hope I won't be needing it anymore." He said. Taking the elevator he used to get up to this power room back down. John completes his task by putting the blue battery into the wall socket and diverting the Red Smoke.To his left he heard a door open. Walking through it, John finds himself in a massive room with a concrete covering hooked to some kind of crane system in the center."Good, you're here." Said the voice of Poppy from nowhere. "And you've done it again. The impossible. Just like I knew you would.""I didn't do it alone. Had some good friends to help me on my journey." Said John with a soft smile. "...I wish more people like you worked here in the factory. Maybe... maybe none of this would have happened." Said Poppy.Suddenly the lid was being raised. Revealing a long shaft and another elevator that would take anyone down it. "CatNap's gone... the Red Smoke is diverted... Everything is falling into place, thanks to you. But if we're to keep going then..." Poppy emerges from an open vent, stepping onto a platform with a VHS tape in her tiny hands.The little doll correctly assumes John came back for his co-workers, wanting to know what happened to them. It was all over the news. Who wouldn't want to know? Around over 250 people suddenly vanishing without a trace. And he wasn't there to do anything to save even one person from just disappearing."This... this is your answer." Poppy raised the tape, so his focus was on it. "We called it "The Hour of Joy". She inserts the tape in a VHS player. John heard the sound of static and looked to where it came from.On the ground floor with him he sees a TV. He walks up to it and sees from the POV of a CCTV camera of the main lobby with Huggy standing in the spot where John first found him. Though this time he was surrounded by dozens of people.It looked like it was just another day in the factory. Till Huggy suddenly attacked someone by chomping down on them. The people all ran in terror with Huggy following them.John watched in absolute horror as the feed would change to different cameras around the factory. He saw Mommy Long Legs reach out and grab three workers and crawled up to the ceiling out of the camera's view. Then only a few seconds later the workers she carried up fell to the ground. Blood splattered onto the floor. John couldn't believe at the amount of carnage he was seeing. Everyone must've been so confused when the toys suddenly started attacking them. Some of the employees no doubt cornered themselves in an attempt to find a safe place to hide.After watching the toy massacre everyone. All there was left to see were the bodies. They were everywhere! Just left in the spots where they were killed. The tape came to an end. John had to back away and process at what he just saw."I remember hearing every moment of it." Said Poppy in a tone that made it clear she was vividly remembering that horrible day. "It went on so long... So agonizingly long." John continued to remain silent as heard Poppy recount it all. Remembering their cries, begging for God to save them, pleading to see their families. Poppy referring it as nothing but senseless slaughter that didn't fix anything. No one was spared and when it was all done. The bodies were dragged to the deepest part of the factory... and were then feasted upon by the toys.Just then a door opens up and stepping through it is Kissy Missy and to John's joy she's holding DogDay in her left arm. When spotting the human, he waves at him. "Hey there Angel! I'm glad to see you're still alive. CatNap? ...is he...?""Dead." Is all John said. DogDay looks toward the ground in a thinking manner till saying. "I know I said I was the last of the Smiling Critters back at the Playplace. But I was referring to the fact me and the others didn't follow CatNap's belief in The Prototype. But with CatNap now dead... I'm truly the last."Suddenly DogDay broke down into tears. Actual tears were falling from his eyes. "I... I wish the others were here! I wish they were still alive to see this day! Finally free from all the torment, all the suffering, all the misery! I wish... they got to meet you, Angel."Kissy turned the Smiling Critter around and gently pressed his face against her pink fur. She then with her free hand started rubbing the back of his head. She knew hugging was Huggy's specialty. But she also knew kisses would not be the appropriate action to reassure DogDay.John, feeling so sorry for his new friend, walks over to him. Knowing what the human wanted to do. Kissy crouches down to allow John to put his hand on DogDay's back and mimic Kissy's soothing gesture.After a minute DogDay was able to calm down. He dried his pitch-black eyes with his hand and said. "Thank you, all of you, for saving me and keeping me safe.""John here deserves all the thanks. It was he who made the choice to save you. Which is why I keep saying he... you John. Are perfect for this quest to finally put an end to The Prototype." Kissy hands DogDay to John who gladly took him and had him in the same position when they were escaping the Playplace.He looked over his shoulder and smiled at him and despite the Smiling Critter was always smiling. John could tell DogDay was giving him a genuine smile in return.Kissy took hold of Poppy and placed her on the elevator platform with John and DogDay following suit. "Are you ready for this DogDay?" John asked the Bigger Body.Nodding his head. "I am. It's time to end that monster once and for all. Avenge my friends and those who were slaughtered during The Hour of Joy. So, they can finally be put to rest." The elevator slowly made its way down the shaft towards the home of The Prototype. John wasn't sure what he was going up against. He only over saw the hand of The Prototype and only heard it was intelligent. But judging how Mommy Long Legs feared about being a part of him and CatNap's brief moment of fear at seeing the hand. The Prototype is leagues above Huggy, Mommy, and CatNap. But at least he wasn't alone in this. 'We'll make it. I believe in that.' He confidently thought in his head.
Poppy Playtime: CH 3 (What-if),John watches in horror as dozens upon dozens of the Mini–Smiling Critters he has been dealing with ever since he found himself in the Playhouse. Crawl out of the walls and toward the hanging DogDay. The giant version of the toy screams out in panic when seeing the little monsters."Leave me! Please! Save yourself!" Every fiber of John's being agreed with what the humanoid dog said. But John couldn't get his legs to move.He was too caught up in the horrific sight to even twitch a finger. But eventually his brain screamed at him to go, and John responded. Though instead of running away to get to safety. John fired a few flares at the Mini-Smiling Critters. Like the other times they reared back in fright at the bright fireball.However, this time, not all of them were backing away. Some continued to crawl toward DogDay. Their feral nature being more powerful than their fear. So, with only one option left. John starts bashing away the plush toys with his GrabPack arms."What are you doing?!" Asked a confused DogDay. "I told you to leave me!" John ignored him and continued his assault. One of the Smiling Critters manages to get onto DogDay's head, and it seemed it was about to crawl into his head by his large, black eyes.John stopped this from happening by actually using his own hand to grab it and then punch it in the face with his other hand by turning it into a fist. John heard a sickening crack, but he pressed on and threw the dead thing away.In quick speed John was able to free the large dog from his straps and have his arms wrap around his neck for support. "You're a fool for doing this. You're going to get yourself killed."John could only grin. If that was the case, then at least he died trying to save someone. The Mini-Smiling Critters, angry that their food supply was now free. All snarled in anger. John didn't bother to wait and see what they'll do and ran back the way he came. But when trying to run through the cell doors, wooden planks that were put in place to cover a large hole in the floor. Collapsed by the combined wait of John and DogDay's.They fell to a floor beneath the holding cells. Clearing his dazed head from the sudden fall. John sees an open tunnel. Up above he can hear the little Critters coming to where he and DogDay fell.Wasting no time, he crouch runs down the tube till coming to another tunnel and taking it. It was series of running, taking sharps turns, running up ramps, waiting for shutter doors to open up, and taking a slide down. But eventually John spots their salvation. An elevator that was behind a gap that led to a bottomless pit.Switching to the purple hand and with what little adrenaline he had left in him. John sprints toward the gap, "Hang on! This won't be an easy landing!" Just as his foot touches the purple hand pad. John fires the hand on it and both he and DogDay launch high in the air.Fortunately for them they were able to make it. Though John ended up not sticking the landing. He lost his footing and fell to the ground. The giant Smiling Critter rolled off of him, only being stopped by the elevator railing.Without his choice John's body happened to land on his side where his front would be facing the open doorway he just came through. He can see the horde coming for him and DogDay. He wasn't actually sure if they would make the jump or not. He prayed that they didn't. But he wouldn't be able to know as the shutter suddenly closed before any of them could even make the attempt.From behind the door, he could hear the little beasts roar and snarl in absolute fury. Crashing their little bodies against the metal in hopes of breaking through it.Though the door wasn't budging in the slightest. Letting out a much-needed sigh of relief. John turns to DogDay to see if he's alright. "Are you ok?" John asked. The Smiling Critter coughs a little before asking why he saved him. John was silent for a few seconds till saying. "Because this place already has enough death occur in it. It needs at least one life that was saved in these walls."DogDay took a second to digest what he heard. He lets out a ragged snort. "You really are an Angel. Something this place really needs."John snorts too. "By the way. The name is John." DogDay said the name sounded too generic and will continue to call him Angel. Rolling his eyes. John picks up DogDay and steps onto the elevator and pushes the button. The contraption heading upward that led them to another slide. With no other option they took it, and it actually took them outside the Playhouse."It's been so long since I've been outside. I honestly can't believe that I'm truly free." Said DogDay. "Well believe it, you'll no longer be someone's dinner."After a phone call from Ollie and telling him what to do next. John first takes DogDay to the elevator where Kissy and Poppy were last seen using.When reaching it John sees the elevator was still raised up. He calls out for either Poppy or Kissy to lower the elevator so DogDay can be safe with them.For several long seconds he didn't get a reply back. He was worried that maybe they were no longer up there. But his worries were put to rest when he heard and saw the elevator descending.The elevator finally reached the bottom and John rested DogDay against the railing. "I don't know about this. Can you trust them?" The Smiling Critter asked. A hint of worry in his voice.Despite what DogDay said to him back at the Playplace about he and Poppy being the only ones to stop the Prototype. John doesn't blame him for it. For years he was at the mercy of toys who he thought were his friends. And after all those years, he's finally free, only be at the mercy to a different set of toys. John reassures him that that they'll keep him safe while he deals with CatNap.Pressing the button so the elevator can go back up. DogDay says, "Please don't die, Angel. I don't want to lose any more friends in this place."Promising he won't. John turns around and heads for the counselor's office to bring more power to the generator.
Cause and Effect Ch. 25Kilowog was in a locked chase with Alisand'r hot on his tail. A Tamaranean with super strength and invulnerability would send anyone hightailing it but that wasn't why Kilowog was flying away. He was more concerned with trying to think of a strategy that could actually work. Since their fight had begun, the two were reduced to a stalemate. Neither could seem to get the upper hand on the other.Kilowog managed to turn himself around midair and fly backwards as he shot a series of green energy beams off. Alisand'r avoided them all by weaving between each one. As she came out of the obstacle she graced the Bolovaxian with a cocky smirk. Getting an idea, Kilowog suddenly stopped and reached a hand back. Alisand'r had tried to come to a stop but before she could Kilowog grabbed her by the throat just before she could crash into him. He held her tight and with his ring hand blasted her in the chest. She skyrocketed into a building.As soon as he felt victorious himself something caught Kilowog's eye as Alisand'r barreled out of the building and shoulder checked him, sending him into the remains of another building. Kilowog grunted as he moved debris off of him and slowly floated into the sky. He growled and glared at the Tamaranean.Alisand'r shook her head before quickly flew at Kilowog and threw several punches directly at his face. Thankfully Kilowog had his personal shield to block some of the hits from being too damaging but he could still feel some of the force from the blows seeping through. Kilowog scowled and quickly managed to recover from one hit in order to punch Alisand'r in the face, managing to stun her for a brief moment, and then punched her in the stomach. It was enough for Alisand'r to back away.As Kilowog gained his breath, Alisand'r snickered, "You really are strong, aren't you? You might have avoided getting hurt before but I'm sure you can't do it again.""Yeah well," Kilowog cracked his neck and rolled his shoulders. "We'll see about that little girl. This is the best workout I've had in a long time."With that Kilowog and Alisand'r flew at each other once more, both throwing a punch at the other. Their fists met and the resulting collision created a shockwave that rippled throughout the area. Kilowog quickly threw a jab, with his free hand, into Alisand'r sternum. The quick blow stunned the Tamaranean long enough for Kilowog to interlace both his hands and land a powerful strike over her head. Alisand'r impacted the ground hard and ground shook as though an earthquake had just struck. Kilowog slowly floated around the crater, looking for any sign of movement. It didn't take long so Alisand'r to erupt from the ground and go on the offensive once again.____________________________________________________________ Boodikka charged forward but stopped just in front of Ph'yzzon as the Tamaranean threw out a left hook. Ph'yzzon only hit empty air as Boodikka ducked down and then came up with an uppercut to his jaw. The Tamaranean stumbled back but quickly regained his balance before he could fall. Ph'yzzon stayed rooted as Boodikka flew at him and threw out two consecutive punches. Ph'yzzon took the first punch. He flinched slightly and leapt away from the second punch. Boodikka didn't show any surprise on her face as Ph'yzzon then jumped up and brought his fist down towards her head. Instead the Bellatrixian jumped back just as Ph'yzzon slammed his clenched hand into the ground. The Tamaranean grimaced but didn't waiver as he stayed kneeled to observe Boodikka.He narrowed his eyes at the Bellatrixian. While he was physically stronger than her, she proved to be much more nimble. He was also annoyed at her quick thinking. She seemed to be able to counter anything he threw at her. It did not help that duplicating himself tired him out too quickly so he had to give up that fighting gimmick in favor for hand-to-hand combat. What angered him more was that she was toying with him at this point. He wouldn't stand for this disrespect.Ph'yzzon charged forward and avoided an energy beam from Boodikka. Using his bodyweight, Ph'yzzon rammed himself in Boodikka's chest and pushed her back. Boodikka, for a brief moment, was left surprised as she held on to Ph'yzzon's shoulders and her heels skimmed the ground. She looked back to see the edge of a cliff was coming close and Ph'yzzon was ready to throw her over it. Thinking quickly, Boodikka created a construct rope with a spike on the end to dig into the ground. Once it was hooked, Boodikka held on as she was pulled under Ph'yzzon and the Tamaranean continued forward. He realized too late his mistake when he saw the cliff's edge fast approaching. He attempted to stop himself in midair yet his momentum instead caused him to crash into the ground face first.Ph'yzzon clenched his fists as he picked himself off of the ground. He slowly turned his head and scowled at the Bellatrixian, who simply just smirked back. He wouldn't be humiliated by a Green Lantern.____________________________________________________________ Alisand'r intercepted another of the green energy blasts. They stung a bit but were not really dangerous to her. Suddenly Kilowog unleashed a volley of large spheres of green energy. Despite being able to avoid the majority of them, one managed to hit the Tamaranean in the back. The force of the explosion knocked her off of her flight path but she quickly corrected herself. Alisand'r managed to avoid the next attack but the force of the previous blast disoriented her for a moment.Just long enough for another one of the balls of energy to strike her.Alisand'r cursed to herself. She hated that she wasn't fast enough or steady enough to dodge all of the attacks. That was the second one that had hit her. Alisand'r was feeling the strain of continuing to fight at this speed and energy level for an extended period. It was becoming increasingly difficult for her to keep up with her opponent and she was beginning to break out into a sweat. To her annoyance it seemed that Kilowog noticed this as well. Frowning, the Tamaranean accelerated towards Kilowog as fast as she could. Even slowed by her fatigue, it was still fast enough to catch her opponent unguarded and she was able to land a direct blow.Kilowog, on the other hand, was not surprised by the speed of the attack. He rolled with the force of the strike, negating most of the power of the attack, and then flew back in a loop to engage Alisand'r in hand-to-hand combat right in the middle of the air. The two traded blows, for a few seconds. Alisand'r was surprised to find a more disciplined fighting style from the Bolovaxian than from earlier in their fight. There were many more refined elements to his combat style this time around. It made the Tamaranean wonder if Kilowog had only been testing her abilities so far and hadn't fought with his real strength."I take back what I said earlier. You are strong," Alisand'r complimented. "Might make this interesting for a few minutes.""I've practiced a few different fighting styles over the years. I'm more than prepared for…" Kilowog was cutoff as Alisand'r's fist smashed into his nose, sending the Bolovaxian flying backwards. The Tamaranean flew after him and and smashed Kilowog down to the ground with an overhead strike between his shoulder blades. Kilowog crashed through the ground, breaking the terrain apart. Alisand'r let out a light sigh as she waited for Kilowog to crawl back out from the hole that was created.Predictably Kilowog emerged only seconds later. Instead of going after the Tamaranean, he instead stood his ground. Kilowog clenched his fists for a second, then relaxed them. He knew the longer he dragged this out, the more exhausted the young Tamaranean would become. He would not be goaded into another reckless fight like earlier.Alisand'r once again flew at Kilowog at superspeed and smashed him on the cheek with a punch. Instead of responding, Kilowog stood there impassively as he shielded his body with the energy from his power ring. Sure, the hit stung a bit, but it didn't really have the power behind it to do any real damage as it did before. Kilowog resolved to maintain his position and to allow Alisand'r to hit him as much as she wanted, no matter how much it might hurt. Seeing the Bolovaxian's unresponsiveness, Alisand'r unleashed a torrent of attacks. She could see the flashes of pain on Kilowog's face but the Green Lantern would not bend or break.After a moment, the Tamaranean stopped to catch her breath. Seeing his opportunity, Kilowog kicked off the ground to rocket towards Alisand'r to attack back. His punch was partially blocked and partially rolled away from but it struck with enough force that Alisand'r was unable to immediately counter-attack. Kilowog found himself momentarily on the offensive. He attacked rapid fire, his fists flying as fast as he could make them go. Eventually Alisand'r evaded and rolled away from Kilowog's strikes.In moments, Alisand'r had turned Kilowog's attacks back on him, turning his motion into openings through which to strike back with punches and kicks. After ducking under one punch, Alisand'r's own fist flew up and against his rib-bones. Kilowog cried out from the searing pain as he dropped to one knee and placed his left hand over his right side. Unfortunately for her, Alisand'r got cocky and thought she could end the fight right then and there. She went in for another punch only to get blasted by a full powered energy beam at close range. The force of the beam sent her flying backwards and her body smashed through dozen buildings.Kilowog flew off in the direction of the Tamaranean. It didn't take him long to find the young woman lying limply in a crater. He sighed in relief when he saw she was finally unconscious. Landing next to her, Kilowog grimaced as he bent down to pick Alisand'r up in a bridal carry. He then lightly chuckled, "Not bad poozer, you did good."____________________________________________________________ Ph'yzzon was quickly losing the last of his patience. Boodikka mused over this while the Tamaranean threw punch after wild punch, which she dodged without even raising a hand. With each fraction of a second that Ph'yzzon failed to strike his opponent, he grew more and more frustrated. Then he threw another punch only to have Boodikka easily dodge it once more before flying back to create distance between them.With that, Ph'yzzon charged after Boodikka at a speed that rapidly increased over the distance he was traveling. Unfortunately for him, the distance was not enough to build up the velocity he would need to actually hit the Bellatrixian. This time however, Boodikka did not simply dodge. She pushed Ph'yzzon's arm inward and made it cross over his body awkwardly. With her right hand, Boodikka made a fist and thrusted it forward in a quick jab, twisting her fist around as it connected with Ph'yzzon's gut.Pain flared through the Tamaranean's body and he doubled over, holding the area where Boodikka had just struck him. Boodikka had not struck him hard, it had been just a mere jab, but the placement of the strike was perfect. Boodikka backed off while Ph'yzzon staggered away to deal with the effects of the blow. The Green Lantern patiently waited, prepared to continue the battle if needed, but hoping the hotheaded Tamaranean would stop his angry assault.Ph'yzzon started to fly off again, preparing for a series of long distance attacks as his fists glowed. Before he could start his attack, Boodikka flew ahead of him. The Green Lantern unleashed a barrage of green hued balls of energy at the Tamaranean. He dodged out of the way but in doing so was unable to accelerate fast enough to escape. He found himself dodging and swerving around dozens of energy balls which Boodikka was continuously throwing out at him."Go ahead! Keep that up and your ring will run out of energy!" Ph'yzzon mockingly called out as he continued to dodge the ever-increasing number of green orbs.Boodikka merely smirked as she raised an amused eyebrow. Ph'yzzon had evaded all of the orbs of energy which had come near him but he didn't realize that the balls of energy remained in the air behind him. Ph'yzzon was now well within range and her attack was just about complete. Boodikka released another, and rather large, energy ball.Ph'yzzon saw the attack thrown towards him and stopped himself before he flew too close to it. The ball of energy exploded harmlessly a few yards behind him. That was when the Tamaranean suddenly noticed the dozens of other balls of gathered energy all around him. They began to explode as well, each explosion getting closer and closer to him. Ph'yzzon cursed and tried to out-fly the cascade of explosions. He never realized that these energy balls were exploding in a pattern that was leading him inwards towards the center of it all, where the largest cluster of the energy balls had collected. When he got to the center of the pattern the spheres of energy collapsed in on him and there was no escape.Boodikka's smirk widened as her trap was sprung. It took some time for the energy of the explosions to dissipate. As the smoke cleared, Boodikka looked intently at the center of explosion. She could barely make it out but there was a form in the middle of all of the smoke.Ph'yzzon shook his head as he slowly recovered from the pain, wanting nothing more to pummel the Green Lantern before him into oblivion as he had done to many of his other adversaries in the past. Few beings had ever stood up to him for so long as she had so far. The Tamaranean felt incredibly frustrated. He shouldn't be losing to a Green Lantern. Though, even with his temper, Ph'yzzon was not a fool. He knew when to concede a fight. This fight gave him a taste of just how strong these Green Lanterns were and he knew they would prove to be useful.Ph'yzzon deeply inhaled before raising his hands in the air in surrender, "You win Green Lantern. I yield."____________________________________________________________ Someone was trying to drill a hole through his skull and simultaneously run his body over with a truck. What the hell had happened to him this time? He hated the feeling of regaining consciousness. Keeping his body still, John racked his mind for some memory of how he came to be this way.Nothing.He frowned slightly to himself. His mind felt like it was in a fog. He felt like he should know why he felt like he had just been knocked around and hit over the head multiple times.Slowly he opened his eyes and saw the familiar ceiling of the Watchtower. He exhaled deeply. Was he just on a League mission? He must have been. He tightly closed his eyes as he strained his mind. He knew the answers to these questions but they felt just out of reach. Everything was foggy, jumbled, confused...his mind and memories felt unraveled and tangled.There were fragments of recent memories. He vaguely remembered something about the Green Lantern Corps but they were faint and difficult to grasp. They felt more like memories of a dream than anything that had actually happened.And perhaps maybe that was all it was.John sat up in the bed. He looked around, trying to figure out where he was, but when he saw he was in an all too familiar bedroom he relaxed. He wasn't in any danger. John took a deep breath and put his hands over his face, sliding them down as if rubbing the tension right off his skin. He slowly laid back down and stared at the ceiling. He still felt as though something was off. Like he wasn't supposed to be here.John's thoughts were then abruptly cutoff when he felt the blankets move and a slender arm wrapped around him. He then felt another body nestle against his. John didn't know why but he felt confused when he finally looked down. Something was telling him that neither of them should be there. Something wasn't right but he didn't know why.Continuing to look at the body snuggled against him, John finally spoke, "Shayera?"
Poetry
Short Story
Arli the Dragon's Beauty School ApplicationDear Head of the Fairy Beauty School,My name is Arli, and I am a dragon. I am writing this application with great enthusiasm and a burning desire to become a part of your esteemed beauty school, despite being well aware that it primarily admits fairies. As a dragon, I understand that I am different from the typical candidates you receive, but I believe my unique perspective and passion for beauty can contribute to a more inclusive and diverse learning environment.Throughout history, dragons have often been portrayed as fierce and powerful creatures, feared by many. But beneath my scales and fiery breath, beats a heart that longs to explore the artistry and magic of beauty. I have spent countless hours observing fairies and other magical beings, admiring their elegance, creativity, and ability to enhance the world around them. I wish to learn from the best and hone my skills, not only for my personal growth but also to challenge the stereotypes associated with dragons.I am deeply committed to self-improvement and have already undertaken a rigorous self-study program on beauty techniques, including hairstyling, makeup application, and skincare. I started my beauty career early, styling the manes of my dragon family. My mother was always impressed with my work, and I have taken my skills to the next level. I am well-versed in a wide variety of beauty techniques, from hair styling and skin care to cutting and coloring. I am also creative and have a knack for creating custom looks that are perfect for any occasion. My dedication has led me to experiment with various styles, colors, and trends, and I have developed a keen eye for detail. Through my studies, I have come to understand that beauty lies beyond physical appearance and is a powerful tool to express oneself and foster confidence.While my physical attributes may differ from those of fairies, I believe my strengths lie in my determination, adaptability, and capacity to bring a fresh perspective to the world of beauty. I possess an innate ability to think outside the box and bring a touch of magic to my work. By embracing my differences, I hope to contribute to a more inclusive and accepting community within your beauty school.I understand that it may be difficult for you to accept a dragon into your school, but I can promise that I will work hard and be a great asset to your team. I am passionate about beauty and believe I can contribute something special to your school. I assure you that safety is of utmost importance to me. I am willing to undergo any necessary training or precautions to ensure the well-being of everyone around me. I am committed to creating a harmonious environment where all students can thrive and learn together.I am honored to be considered for admission to your beauty school and would be grateful for the opportunity to prove that dragons can also excel in the world of beauty. I believe that by embracing diversity, we can create a richer and more vibrant community that celebrates the talents and contributions of all magical beings.After a few days of deliberation, I was accepted into the Fairy Beauty School. I was so excited to start my new journey, but unfortunately, I caused an accident that changed the course of my education.The accident occurred during my first day in the school. I was so eager to show off my skills that I accidentally set fire to the salon. The flames quickly spread across the room, and I was the only one who knew how to put out the fire. I used my dragon abilities to extinguish the flames, but not before much of the salon had been destroyed.The head of the school was not pleased with my actions. She was furious and summoned me to her office to reprimand me. The room was tense and filled with anger as she scolded me for my mistake. She warned me that if I caused any more trouble, I would be expelled. I was lucky to be given a second chance, and I am determined to prove myself and show that I can be a successful student. I will work hard to make sure I don't make the same mistake again. Sincerely,Arli Thunderclaw
The Girl Who Heard ColorsChristy never thought of herself as a normal girl, even though she had normal interests, a normal appearance, and lived with a normal family. What was completely different about her was that she could see colors whenever she read or heard sounds. For example, when she heard a bell, she saw silver, and when a dog barked, she saw red. This was because Christy had synesthesia, which meant her senses were completely mixed up. Christy believed that her synesthesia was something that made her completely different than anyone else she knew. While normal people saw colors, heard sounds, or tasted flavors, synesthetes like Christy experienced something so much more. Christy’s world was filled with a brightness that came from all directions. But it didn’t stop at seeing colors whenever she heard sounds. She also heard sounds when she saw certain shapes, saw light coming from people who walked by, felt music like it was a beating heart, and saw temperatures. It had always been like this. She heard it, she saw it. She saw it, she heard it. She felt it, she saw it. She heard it, she felt it. And as you can imagine, while it was an amazing way to look at the world, it sometimes made her life rather difficult. As a child, Christy had often wondered why she saw and heard things differently than other kids. She would get lost in the color of her favorite numbers, the shapes that would create a symphony in her ears, and the way she could remember the world around her through an array of colors and sounds. It wasn't until she was 8 years old that she realized what was happening. It was on a beautiful summer day, as Christy played in her backyard with a few of her friends. In the corner of the yard, she saw an overturned tricycle, and immediately was overwhelmed with a familiar hum. Her friends noticed and immediately rushed to her side, asking her what happened. Christy stuttered, trying to explain that the shape of the tricycle had created a sound in her ears, and that she could feel the vibrations of the hum against her skin. Her friends were instantly fascinated, questioning her about the many wonders of her brain. Christy was elated, no longer feeling different or alone for having this unique ability. She explained how shapes triggered sounds, and how numbers made her see bright, beautiful colors. While they asked many questions, they also created an opportunity for her to discover more and more about the complexities of her synesthesia. That day, Christy went home feeling at ease, knowing that she wasn't the only one with strange abilities. She now had an understanding of the gifts her brain had to offer. She felt special, unique, and most of all, brave for embracing her synesthetic powers.When Christy was a child, words like “synesthesia” were not very common, and even though she thought her synesthesia made her special, she always had trouble explaining to others what she saw and how she sensed things. Nobody really believed her, of course. When she told the other kids at school about her condition, they found it quite odd and thought she was just making things up, because her experiences didn’t sound like anything they had heard before. Because she was unable to describe what it was like, Christy felt like an outcast among her peers. She enjoyed drawing and writing her own stories and poetry, and when she showed her work to other people, they would give her plenty of compliments, such as “Wow, what a vivid imagination!” and “Such poetic language!”, and while Christy was flattered by what people thought of her artwork and writing, she didn’t want to tell them that her talents were based on her ability to hear colors and see sounds, because if she did, they would laugh at her. Instead, she just said a simple “Thanks.” When Christy was feeling a certain emotion, she could see it, too, as her skin would appear a certain color. If she was mad, she could see the heat coming off her own body in the form of a silver color. If she was happy, she could see her skin glow a golden color. She could also see other people’s emotions in the form of colors when she walked by them. She noticed how their emotions bounced off them like waves. She wished she could explain it better, but how could she explain a sensation that was caused by a mixing of sensations? She could only say that she didn’t know how her senses were mixed up, but the sensations they caused were beautiful. Aside from art and writing, Christy also enjoyed music, because listening to it made her see the most colors and shapes than any other sound. She could feel the music, too. When she touched a piano note, she could see thousands of blue crystals that felt cold on her skin. When she strummed a guitar chord, she could see warm colors that also made the top of her head warm. When she felt a drumbeat, it tingled the bicep in one of her arms and she could see bright colors in the form of circles. Christy thought it was cool that she could hear, see, and feel music all at the same time. That’s why she took up learning different instruments, especially the guitar and piano. As Christy grew older, her understanding of her synesthesia deepened. She sought solace and expression in her art, writing, and music, using them as mediums to capture the intricate dance of colors and sounds that enveloped her. Each stroke of her brush, each word she penned, and each note she played became a gateway to a world where the boundaries between senses blurred.Her parents, although they couldn't fully grasp the intricacies of her synesthetic experiences, always encouraged her creative pursuits. They recognized her talent and marveled at the way she effortlessly translated her unique perception of the world into mesmerizing works of art.In school, Christy continued to face challenges. While her classmates began to appreciate her artistic abilities, they still struggled to comprehend the depths of her synesthesia. To them, she was an enigma, a girl who saw and heard things that existed beyond their understanding.However, Christy's passion for the arts became her refuge. Through her creations, she found solace, connection, and a means to communicate the vibrant symphony of her senses with the world. She poured her heart and soul into her art, infusing it with the kaleidoscope of emotions and sensations that thrived within her.One day, as Christy entered her teenage years, an opportunity presented itself. The school announced a talent show, and Christy decided it was the perfect platform to share her synesthetic experiences with her peers. She would showcase her art, writing, and music, inviting them into her world of colors and sounds.The day of the talent show arrived, and Christy took center stage. The hall was filled with anticipation as she held a paintbrush in one hand and a guitar in the other. She began to speak, her voice trembling with a mixture of nerves and excitement."Today, I want to invite you all into my world, a world where colors sing and sounds paint. Through my art, writing, and music, I hope to share a glimpse of what it's like to experience life through the lens of synesthesia."With each stroke of her brush, vibrant hues exploded onto the canvas, mirroring the melodies that echoed in her ears. Her writing flowed like a river, weaving together intricate descriptions of her synesthetic encounters. And as she strummed her guitar, the audience was transported to a realm where melodies danced in a riot of colors.As Christy reached the finale of her performance, a hush fell over the crowd. She closed her eyes, allowing the music to guide her fingers across the strings, while her synesthesia transformed the sound into an explosion of colors and sensations. The stage was enveloped in a breathtaking display of lights and sounds, an ethereal symphony that could be seen and felt.When the final note faded, the audience erupted into thunderous applause. Christy stood there in awe, tears of joy streaming down her face. In that moment, she realized that she had not only shared her synesthesia with others but had also touched their hearts and minds.From that day forward, Christy's journey continued, and she became an advocate for understanding and acceptance. She found a community of fellow synesthetes who shared her experiences, and together, they celebrated the kaleidoscope of senses that painted their lives.Christy's synesthesia was no longer a burden or a secret to be kept—it was a gift, a window into a world where colors harmonized with sounds, where shapes whispered melodies, and where emotions danced in vibrant hues. Through her art, her writing, and her music, Christy would forever paint the world in a symphony of colors, allowing others to glimpse the beauty that resides beyond the boundaries of ordinary perception.
SILlY bUnNy 2024 EDITJustin-97 Subject: I had these nightmares about a demented man in a bunny suit… I was perusing these Nightmare forums and stumbled upon this about childhood nightmares. It triggered an old memory I haven’t thought up in years, and I thought I would share it. I don’t usually comment or post stuff like this, but I need to because it scared me so much as a kid. I know this sounds a cliche, but I would get into bed and close my eyes, and when they opened again, I wasn’t in my bedroom anymore. I was in this weird school…I think it was a Japanese or Korean school. It didn’t seem like any school in America that I know of. The freakiest part was the school's appearance; the environment was made of nothing but lines and scribbles. No color at all, just black lines making up everything in sight from the walls to the floor and even the furniture. The lines were all uneven, just crazy, overlapping, and zig-zagging lines everywhere like some demented child’s drawing. It was like I stepped into a sketchbook that belonged to a kid hyped up on crack. But that wasn’t the scariest part. The first time I woke, I was confused by where I was. I looked around, taking in the strange dreamscape, but I didn’t even take a step before I heard it. The chanting: Silly Bunny Silly Bunny Silly Bunny Over and over again, those two words rang in my ears! It was like some demented children’s choir singing aloud, but it was so loud that it drowned out the sound of my beating heart in my chest. Then, HE stood at the end of the hall straight ahead of me. I guess it was this SILLY BUNNY-guy the song was about. As soon as I saw him, the singing suddenly stopped, and there was nothing but an eerie silence. The thing before me wore a light purple Easter Bunny suit with a white stomach and a large green bowtie with orange polka dots. He wore white Mickey Mouse gloves, and in his right hand, he held a red balloon. Oh god, just thinking about him is giving me Pennywise vibes. He easily towered over my five-year-old frame; he was well over six to seven feet tall, thanks mainly to his oversized head. His face was the scariest part, with his white furry cheeks surrounding a permanent smile with no lips, just teeth. That smile was a flat fabric formed into a horrible grin with triangular teeth like a jack-o-lantern. Above that smile were two large, soulless eyes, and the pupils were so dilated I could see my reflection in them like I was swimming in a black ocean. He also had two floppy ears on top of his oversized head, which stuck up slightly. He was like some demonic cartoon character who didn’t match the black-and-white sketchbook world around him. He didn’t belong; HE shouldn’t exist, yet he stared down at me like a beast on the hunt, and I was his next meal. How did I forget a face like that? He stood there looking at me for the longest time, not moving an inch. I knew it was a dream, but I could feel my heart dropping into my stomach the longer we stared at one another. The Bunny’s head suddenly twitched violently about without warning, back and forth, side to side in quick bursts, as if he was glitching out. The chanting returned, louder than before, as if whatever was singing was in my ears. Then, the bunny-man-thing zoomed down the hall toward me in a flash. His head glitched and shook violently from side to side as he charged down the hall like a jumpscare from Five Nights at Freddy’s. The rushing of his feet stomping along the floorboards sounded like thunder echoing through the hallway, growing louder the closer he came toward me. I didn’t even think to run; I was frozen in place with utter shock, and even if I did, I had no chance of escape. The Bunny was just about to get me, getting right up to my face in a blur, but before he could grab me…I woke up. I jumped straight up in my bed, screaming so loudly that night I woke up the whole damn house. My parents were pissed, of course, but that didn’t matter to me. I was safe and away from HIM. Yet the safety I felt then was short-lived, as that was just the first night I had a nightmare like that. More came in the following two nights, each worse than the last. My memory of the other two is foggy at best, so I might come back and talk about them later if I remember. How the hell did I forget something like this? How could I ever forget a face like THAT? Carter_Universe95 Subject: Re: I had these nightmares about a demented man in a bunny suit… Dude? How the hell did you have the same nightmare as me? Justin-97 Subject: Re: I had these nightmares about a demented man in a bunny suit… …What? Carter_Universe95 Subject: Re: I had these nightmares about a demented man in a bunny suit… [Insert Picture Here] Justin-97 Subject: Re: I had these nightmares about a demented man in a bunny suit… …Where the hell did you get that? Carter_Universe95 Subject: Re: I had these nightmares about a demented man in a bunny suit… I drew it when I was eight years old. I would have thrown it away years ago, but it’s in my files. Justin-97 Subject: Re: I had these nightmares about a demented man in a bunny suit… What files? Carter_Universe95 Subject: Re: I had these nightmares about a demented man in a bunny suit… My therapy notes from when I was a kid. I received a copy of them when I turned 18. The nightmares got so bad that I was afraid to sleep with the lights off well into adulthood. To this day, I see the damn Rabbit standing in the dark corner of my bedroom at night, just staring at me with those big, dead eyes! Justin-97 Subject: Re: I had these nightmares about a demented man in a bunny suit… I remember….just how bad the nightmares became. Carter_Universe95 Subject: Re: I had these nightmares about a demented man in a bunny suit… Okay, so tell me if this sounds familiar: This is how my second nightmare about the Rabbit went. I again found myself in that school, drawn, scratchy pencil marks everywhere. I was alone while I stood in the hall, darting my head aimlessly, taking in my surroundings. I was able to move this time, taking a step forward, and began to look around. The marks on the walls seemed to shift and move around as I did. It creeped me out quite a bit, but I ignored it and was able to look out the window for the first time. Through the window, I could see that the sky was white, like fresh paper. I saw balloons flying about in the air, contrasting the black-and-white pencil outlines of the environment, sticking out like a sore thumb. The balloons drifted lazily as if weighed down by something not too heavy to fall to the ground below but not too light to allow them to simply fly away. I couldn’t see what was weighing the balloons down in midair; I think I was on the second or third floor, but…as I looked through the window, I heard the singing again. Nothing but SILLY BUNNY, SILLY BUNNY, SILLY BUNNY. It was loudest when I was near the window. I backed away from the glass to get away from the noise, but that was when that damn Rabbit appeared from the corner of my eye. From down the hall, he was just skipping happily, but he wasn’t moving like he did in the previous dream. Now he appeared animated as if he was in one of those old crappy Flash games on Newgrounds back in the day.Just a poorly drawn figure in the same animated loop, moving toward me in eerie silence. I froze in fear at the sight of this…THING slowly coming toward me. I could feel the sweat pouring down my forehead as I watched the Rabbit getting closer with that fixed, sharp-toothed grin. I struggled to move my feet, but I finally did and bolted down the hall. I suddenly took a left turn, but when I did, the Rabbit was ahead of me, skipping toward me like before from down the hall. I ran the opposite way, deciding to take a right turn this time, but the Rabbit was already waiting for me again. He was just skipping toward me in that same shitty loop. I ran, and I ran until I came to a set of doors, but they were locked. I pulled on the handles with all my might, but the doors stayed closed. I spun around to break for it, but the Rabbit had already caught up. He had me cornered, but he didn’t do anything. He stood there looking at me with those big, dull, lifeless plastic eyes. The fingers of his hand gripping a red balloon twitched. His head spazzed out like one of those poorly done SFM animations on YouTube, getting faster the longer he stood there looking at me. I remember feeling dizzy just watching his head swinging around every which way, but the feeling of dread welled up inside me. It was like one of those moments in a horror movie where you know a big jumpscare was about to happen, and you just want to get it over with. Yet it just kept dragging on for an uncomfortable amount of time. After what felt like an eternity, He finally lunged at me, springing forward and getting right up into my face in a flash, like a first nightmare. That’s when I woke up screaming… Justin-97 Subject: Re: I had these nightmares about a demented man in a bunny suit… I do remember that dream…how is this possible? T1FFANYC1AY93 Subject: Re: I had these nightmares about a demented man in a bunny suit… Okay, how are you two detailing my nightmares so perfectly? Justin-97 Subject: Re: I had these nightmares about a demented man in a bunny suit… Wait, you too? Carter_Universe95 Subject: Re: I had these nightmares about a demented man in a bunny suit… What the hell? Now, there are three of us? T1FFANYC1AY93 Subject: Re: I had these nightmares about a demented man in a bunny suit… Do you guys, by chance…remember the third nightmare? Carter_Universe95 Subject: Re: I had these nightmares about a demented man in a bunny suit… Oh god, how could I forget? The third and final nightmare with that freak in it… Justin_97 Subject: Re: I had these nightmares about a demented man in a bunny suit… I don’t. As I said, it’s been so long. T1FFANYC1AY93 Subject: Re: I had these nightmares about a demented man in a bunny suit… Well, I remember…I remember it like it was yesterday. I woke up in that same school, lying on my back this time. It was weird; every other time I found myself in this godforsaken place, I would always be standing, but not this time. That wasn’t the only thing different the third time around. As I sat up, I saw an open door leading to a courtyard, seeing bushes and trees drawn with the same scribbles as everything else in the dreamscape. The singing soon started like before but seemed louder once I stepped through the doorway out to the courtyard. The singing came from overhead, chanting, SILLY BUNNY, SILLY BUNNY, SILLY BUNNY. I looked up to see the source of the chanting, and I immediately wished I didn't. Carter, I know why the balloons seemed weighed down…there were heads tied to the ends of those balloons. Severed heads at the end of each string, floating about, chanting SILLY BUNNY, SILLY BUNNY, SILLY BUNNY. Their eyes were sewed shut with X-shaped stitches made with thick, black cords. Children’s heads drift through the air, tied to the strings of each colorful balloon by the hairs of their scalps. It was almost as if the hair on their heads had merged into the cords of each balloon. I felt sick to my stomach from the mere sight of it. I soon began to hear a new sound through the choir of singing balloons. It was faint at first, but it grew louder. It sounded like it was coming from above me. I then looked up, and there he was, SILLY BUNNY, lurking on the wall like some overgrown spider. His head was spun around in a 180, staring down at me with tears forming from his big, dead eyes. As one gooey tear streamed from his face, I realized it wasn’t a tear; it was saliva. That was when his mouth, HIS REAL MOUTH, opened up wide. His face split across the center between that fake, permanent grin and those big, dull eyes that seemed to roll back into its skull. Streams of drool poured down from his gaping maw. His head jittered crazily, and his mouth grew wider and wider, making his head seem even bigger. Two rows of fangs appeared in his gaping jaw that perfectly overlapped. I could smell his rotten breath, which reeked of death and decay. As his mouth opened, drool came raining down from above. While his mouth opened wider and wider, a hissing roar like the wailing of a hurt animal mixed with a deflating bicycle tire rang through my ears. Before I knew it, he flew down at me with that gaping hole, ready to swallow me whole. I remember screaming as loudly as I could, and then…I woke up in my bed. I was so relieved it was over, but I hadn’t had a good night’s sleep since… Justin_97 Subject: Re: I had these nightmares about a demented man in a bunny suit… God, that sounds horrible… Carter_Universe95 Subject: Re: I had these nightmares about a demented man in a bunny suit… That’s not the nightmare I remember having on the third night. Justin_97 Subject: Re: I had these nightmares about a demented man in a bunny suit… What? But we’ve all had the same nightmares up to this point… Carter_Universe95 Subject: Re: I had these nightmares about a demented man in a bunny suit… The third and final nightmare for me was worse than that. T1FFANYC1AY93 Subject: Re: I had these nightmares about a demented man in a bunny suit… Oh, what could be worse than a swarm of severed heads dangling from balloons? Carter_Universe95 Subject: Re: I had these nightmares about a demented man in a bunny suit… I saw another kid get eaten. Justin_97 Subject: Re: I had these nightmares about a demented man in a bunny suit… What? Carter_Universe95 Subject: Re: I had these nightmares about a demented man in a bunny suit… The therapists all tried to convince me it wasn’t real…but we’ve been talking about it for quite some time now; every one of us insists it was real, and I believe I saw someone die before me. Justin_97 Subject: Re: I had these nightmares about a demented man in a bunny suit… What exactly happened? Carter_Universe95 Subject: Re: I had these nightmares about a demented man in a bunny suit… I'll share my version since we’re all spilling our guts out over this. I woke up like Tiffany did; I found myself on my back in the middle of the hall and heard the chanting of SILLY BUNNY. As I got to my feet, I heard someone quickly approaching. I turned to where I thought the noise was coming from, and another kid my age was running through an intersection. The look of panic written on that other boy’s face told me it wasn’t his first time here either. He stopped in the middle of a four-way intersection of halls, his head darting around toward the ceiling as if looking for something until he finally noticed me. He was a good 50 feet ahead of me, and I don’t know why, but we just stood there, staring at one another in silence for what felt like forever. I didn't expect to see any other kids in this nightmare, and neither did he by how confused he looked. I remember giving him a shy wave, but I don’t think he reacted to it, nor did he have the time to. Before I knew it, that damn Rabbit appeared behind him from around the corner.I felt my eyes bulging out of their sockets; I was so frightened. The other boy looked at me even more confused, unaware that the Rabbit was behind him! I saw his face split open across the middle with a set of six fangs, just like how Tiffany described it, appearing with streams of drool slobbering down over his fuzzy lips. The hissing sound of his roar alerted the other boy, who finally turned to face him, but it was already too late. I saw the Rabbit chomp with his wide jaws over the boy, swallowing him whole with just one gulp. I remember the sickening sounds he made as he swallowed the boy whole. The Rabbit's stomach began to move about violently. The boy was still alive inside the rabbit suit, kicking and clawing his way out hopelessly. Closing its jaws shut with a hiss, the Rabbit finally looked up and noticed me; it tilted its head as if examining me. I think the Rabbit wasn’t expecting to see me there, but I could not move; I was so scared. It brought a gloved hand to its chin as if to ponder what to do with me before its head glitched out like in my other nightmares, rocking quickly from side to side, front to back, again and again. I stood and watched on, unable to move, my knees shaking, and my breath caught in my throat. I watched its mouth open wide again, and that hissing roar rang out through the halls once more but gave way to a new sound: cries for help. IT WAS THE OTHER BOY! He was screaming, begging for help from within the Rabbit’s stomach! HELP ME! The other boy just shouted, HELP ME, HELP ME, that damn Rabbit’s mouth acted like a megaphone. The Rabbit jumped to the ceiling with a loud crash of snapping, creaking old tiles. It clung onto the roof on all fours. His head, with its gaping maw, turned backward, just like how Tiffany described it. I could still hear the other boy screaming for help as the Rabbit ran across the ceiling on all fours toward me at incredible speed! I still couldn’t move, afraid to look away, as the Rabbit finally reached me. He lunged at me with its big, open mouth; the boy’s cries for help from the Rabbit’s stomach rang in my ears! I then screamed, and I was in my bed crying. My parents burst into my room but were more upset over how I pissed the bed for the first time since I was four rather than concerned. They simply chalked it up as another nightmare I was overreacting to. Later that week, I was proven right. I remember seeing the boy’s face on the news. I can’t remember his name, but I remember he was from the next town where I lived as a kid. He had gone missing during the night, no trace of him left behind. I knew what happened, but no one believed me…The adults just put me on meds to shut me up so I wouldn’t cause any trouble, but you are talking about it now! This proves I’m not crazy, right? I did see it! I saw that boy get eaten by Silly Bunny; I know I did! I know I did! All those doctors told me it was just nightmares, but they weren’t! They were real; they really happened, and that Rabbit was real! T1FFANYC1AY93 Subject: Re: I had these nightmares about a demented man in a bunny suit… Oh my god, that sounded horrible. Taki#99 Subject: Re: I had these nightmares about a demented man in a bunny suit… I had these nightmares, too. I remember Silly Bunny… BlackWidowLover91 Subject: Re: I had these nightmares about a demented man in a bunny suit… Same… [Insert Picture] T1FFANYC1AY93 Subject: Re: I had these nightmares about a demented man in a bunny suit… And now there are two more? What the hell is going on? Taki#99 Subject: Re: I had these nightmares about a demented man in a bunny suit… I don’t know, but I remember the balloons with the severed heads. I saw them in my third nightmare. I woke up the same way as the rest of you; on my back in the middle of the hall, I could hear the chanting this early on. For some reason, I followed the singing outside. I knew better, every fiber of my being telling me not to, but I was in a daze. I didn’t have control over my own body. I walked down the shifting, pencil-sketched hall until I was at the courtyard's entrance. I believe it’s the same one you described in your nightmare, Tiffany. I saw the balloons with the severed heads singing SILLY BUNNY, SILLY BUNNY, SILLY BUNNY. I looked all around the black and white landscape all around me. I looked forward and finally noticed another child in the courtyard. The kid wore a yellow shirt with red shorts, but I never saw their face. I tried to call out to them, but I couldn't speak. It was as if something was caught in my throat. I tried desperately to call out to the other kid, who stood frozen in place. Silly Bunny came from the doorway on the other side of the courtyard. He walked up to the other kid. I wanted to run and grab the other kid, but I was frozen in place, unable to move like the rest of you. Silly Bunny stopped before the other kid and looked down at him. He towered over that kid like a giant, glaring down at them with those big, dull eyes. The Rabbit grabbed the kid with his left hand and lifted him like it was nothing. He raised his right hand that held that red balloon up high, loosening his grip, and an extra length of the balloon’s string fell from his clenched fist. It was shaped like a noose, and he wrapped it around the kid’s neck. I could do nothing but watch as I saw the kid’s body begin to twitch and pulsate violently. I could still hear their struggling breaths in my sleep. Silly Bunny didn’t move, staring blankly at the scene before him. In fact, I think he was enjoying it, like examining a work of art in the making. Suddenly, the kid’s head popped off, and their limp body fell to the ground with a wet, squishy plop. Silly Bunny watched as the body hit the ground before his feet, and then his attention was to the balloon. He and I watched as the balloon ascended into the air. The head morphed into this dried, mummified husk; two thick strings formed Xs over the eyes, shutting them closed, and the hair on top of the head fused with the balloon’s string. Once the transformation was completed, the new addition began chanting SILLY BUNNY, SILLY BUNNY, SILLY BUNNY, joining the chorus of other balloons. I looked back down before me, and Silly Bunny was staring directly at me. He tilted his head to the side, lifting his now free right hand, and waved at me with his fingers. I still couldn’t move or make a sound, and Silly Bunny began to skip toward me nervously. I could feel my heart pounding in my tiny chest; his shadow loomed over me, and Silly Bunny stared down at me as he did with the other kid. I could hear him growl and hiss, his hot breath hitting my face, making me tear up. He grabbed me, pinning my arms to my sides, and lifted me off my feet into the air. I thought I saw tears forming beneath his eyes, but his face opened wide across the middle to reveal a gaping hole with yellow fangs. He had me in his grip and was about to have me in his mouth. He lowered me into his mouth to swallow me whole. And as I felt his hot breath hitting my face once more, I finally screamed. I could hear my screams echoing through his mouth like a cave, and then I finally woke up, safe in my bed. T1FFANYC1AY93 Subject: Re: I had these nightmares about a demented man in a bunny suit… Wait, so the heads were…other children? Like us? Carter_Universe95 Subject: Re: I had these nightmares about a demented man in a bunny suit… What I wanna know is just how many of us are there? Just the five of us, maybe more? BlackWidowLover91 Subject: Re: I had these nightmares about a demented man in a bunny suit… Please tell me this is all just some big prank or a hoax, anything but it being real, man. I would believe mass hysteria or some collective dream, but this can’t be real! Taki#99 Subject: Re: I had these nightmares about a demented man in a bunny suit… Well, what did you see? BlackWidowLover91 Subject: Re: I had these nightmares about a demented man in a bunny suit… I stabbed the fucker in the eye with a pencil. Taki#99 Subject: Re: I had these nightmares about a demented man in a bunny suit… You what? BlackWidowLover91 Subject: Re: I had these nightmares about a demented man in a bunny suit… Yeah, that’s right, and the fucker bleeds too. It bleeds green blood, in case you want to know. T1FFANYC1AY93 Subject: Re: I had these nightmares about a demented man in a bunny suit… How? BlackWidowLover91 Subject: Re: I had these nightmares about a demented man in a bunny suit… On the third night, just like all of you, I woke up in that hallway. I heard the stupid, eerie singing too. Unlike all of you guys, I bolted down the hall like my ass was on fire upon hearing the pounding footsteps coming up behind me as soon as I got up. I didn’t get very far, as that fucking Rabbit was hot on my heels, gaining on me as if I was moving in slow motion. I had just started to run, and as soon as I turned back to look behind me, he was standing there with that stupid wide grin and big, dead eyes. I was older than most of you, so I was fast enough to get away, regardless of all his tricks. I made a sharp turn into one of the classrooms. The room matched the rest of that godforsaken place, made up of sketches and scribbles with rough, black lines that made up everything from the chalkboard to the desks. The Rabbit didn't expect me to turn as soon as I did. It slipped and fell on its side with a loud thud, trying to stop and grab the doorway. I thought I could lose him, but that fucking Rabbit had me cornered now. He just got back to his feet, using the doorframe for leverage; the groaning and grunting echoed throughout the room as I stared in shock. It growled and glared at me; I don’t think it was happy I pulled a stunt like that. I found myself pressed up against one of the desks, and while my hand slid around to catch a grip to support myself, I felt a pencil against the open palm of my hand. As the Rabbit lunged at me, storming with outstretched arms to grab me, I jammed that pencil right into its left eye. It howled and shrieked in pain, recoiling back while green blood poured from its wound. I then heard the loudest, echoing shriek of my life, but not from the fucking Rabbit. It came from outside, and as I clutched my ears shut, I turned to the window to see the severed heads on the balloons, screaming out in pain for their master. The screaming didn’t last long, slowly stopping, and I smiled, thinking I had won. As I said, the fucker bleeds! I watched the creature clutch its injured eye, staining its big white gloves deep green with a big, smug grin on my face. My victory was short-lived, and the thing regained its composure, glaring down at me more pissed than ever. I witnessed its mouth opening wide, hearing that god-awful roar while its head shook rapidly. The damn thing jumped at me, and all I could do was shield myself with my hands and scream. I then woke up in my bed crying, sweat pouring down my body, my heart racing, and I was panting heavily. My parents didn’t care; they didn’t want to hear it. My mother was more worried about me making it to school on time than hearing about how I escaped some kind of fucking dream monster that eats kids! T1FFANYC1AY93 Subject: Re: I had these nightmares about a demented man in a bunny suit… Wait, you said you are older than the rest of us? BlackWidowLover91 Subject: Re: I had these nightmares about a demented man in a bunny suit… Yeah, I was like 13. T1FFANYC1AY93 Subject: Re: I had these nightmares about a demented man in a bunny suit… I was 11… Taki#99 Subject: Re: I had these nightmares about a demented man in a bunny suit… I was almost four at the time. Carter_Universe95 Subject: Re: I had these nightmares about a demented man in a bunny suit… I was 8…how old did that Justin guy say he was again? T1FFANYC1AY93 Subject: Re: I had these nightmares about a demented man in a bunny suit… 5. Carter_Universe95 Subject: Re: I had these nightmares about a demented man in a bunny suit… …Did we all experience these nightmares around the same time? Justin_97 Subject: Re: I had these nightmares about a demented man in a bunny suit… Sorry, I’ve been away for a long while. I needed time to process some things. T1FFANYC1AY93 Subject: Re: I had these nightmares about a demented man in a bunny suit… What happened? Justin_97 Subject: Re: I had these nightmares about a demented man in a bunny suit… I remembered why I didn’t remember much about these dreams…I was repressing it. Carter_Universe95 Subject: Re: I had these nightmares about a demented man in a bunny suit… Why? Was it any worse than the shit we went through? Justin_97 Subject: Re: I had these nightmares about a demented man in a bunny suit… Silly Bunny ate my little brother… BlackWidowLover91 Subject: Re: I had these nightmares about a demented man in a bunny suit… Holy shit… Justin_97 Subject: Re: I had these nightmares about a demented man in a bunny suit… Yeah, my younger brother Joey and I were experiencing the same nightmares during those nights. We didn’t see each other or anyone in the first two nightmares, but it was different in the third dream. This time, we woke up in that dream world together. Carter_Universe95 Subject: Re: I had these nightmares about a demented man in a bunny suit… Then what happened, dude? Justin_97 Subject: Re: I had these nightmares about a demented man in a bunny suit… Joey and I were close. He was only a year younger than me, so I always looked out for him like big brothers should. When the nightmares started, I told him I would protect him. Now that we were in this nightmare together, I thought I could keep Joey safe, but I was…wrong. Taki#99 Subject: Re: I had these nightmares about a demented man in a bunny suit… Christ… T1FFANYC1AY93 Subject: Re: I had these nightmares about a demented man in a bunny suit… If this is all too much for you, I understand. You don’t have to share something this painful with strangers if you don’t want to. Justin_97 Subject: Re: I had these nightmares about a demented man in a bunny suit… No, I need to share this. You all have shared your experiences, and I’m the one who opened this can of worms, so I might as well do my part. As I said, Joey and I woke up next to one another. We found ourselves on our backs out in the hall. I immediately went to check on Joey to see if he was okay. As he nodded that he was okay, I heard that familiar chanting from all the other dreams. I saw the color of Joey’s face grow pale just from hearing that godforsaken singing. He knew as well as I did what was coming: the singing always signaled Silly Bunny’s arrival. Joey and I looked down the long, vast hallway behind us only to see the Bunny standing there, eying us. He was just standing at the end of the hall, looking at us with those big, dull, glazed, dilated eyes with that fixed expression. I grabbed Joey’s hand, pulling him behind me, shielding my little brother from any monster who dared try and hurt him! I felt Joey hunker close to my body as he hid behind me. It was then we heard it… Taki#99 Subject: Re: I had these nightmares about a demented man in a bunny suit… Heard what? Justin_97 Subject: Re: I had these nightmares about a demented man in a bunny suit… His laugh. That horrible, menacing laugh echoed through the halls like a terrible ringing in your ears. How could I have forgotten such an eerie sound… Carter_Universe95 Subject: Re: I had these nightmares about a demented man in a bunny suit… The Rabbit laughs? I didn’t even know he could speak, let alone laugh. Justin_97 Subject: Re: I had these nightmares about a demented man in a bunny suit… I think…yes, I think the Rabbit was taunting us. Silly Bunny felt some sick enjoyment from hunting us like a wild game. He wanted us to feel powerless and alone, but I had Joey with me, and I had to protect him. I made a promise to Joey to always protect him. Oh god, Joey…I’m so sorry I couldn’t save you. I tried…I really did; I tried! T1FFANYC1AY93 Subject: Re: I had these nightmares about a demented man in a bunny suit… Okay, Justin, calm down. We know this must be very upsetting for you, revisiting all these bad memories, but going into hysterics isn’t helping anyone. Justin_97 Subject: Re: I had these nightmares about a demented man in a bunny suit… You’re right; I’m sorry. It’s just…how could I have forgotten all of this? Carter_Universe95 Subject: Re: I had these nightmares about a demented man in a bunny suit… Hey, dude, some people deal with these things differently. You blocked it because your mind couldn’t handle it. You were young, and it was traumatizing for all of us. You lost someone dear to you, so no one’s blaming you. Justin_97 Subject: Re: I had these nightmares about a demented man in a bunny suit… …Thanks, man; I needed to hear that. BlackWidowLover91 Subject: Re: I had these nightmares about a demented man in a bunny suit… So what happened next? The fucking Rabbit stared at you and your brother from down the hall, and then what? Justin_97 Subject: Re: I had these nightmares about a demented man in a bunny suit… Oh, sorry…anyway, Joey and I were in the hallway, and Silly Bunny stared down at us. His laugh echoed through the hall, pulsating in our ears. It was like the Joker’s laugh from that 90s cartoon, mixed with this high-pitched wail that made it sound like multiple voices all laughing at once. The walls began to shift and move, and the floor beneath us moved like an oversized treadmill, pulling us closer to Silly Bunny. The shifting patterns of the black scribbly lines that made up floors and walls hurt my eyes. His arms were simply outstretched to grab Joey and me, no balloon in his grasp. We slipped and tried to regain footing along the moving floor. His laughter got louder and louder, and I looked behind me to check on Joey but saw Silly Bunny’s head open up. I saw it, too, like the rest of you; I saw the mouth with those big yellow fangs. His mouth and head moved up and down as he laughed like a demented Loonie Tunes character or a slinky rocking side to side. As I said, I think he was enjoying this sick game of his. I wasn’t about to give up. I had to protect Joey, so I found a way out of the trap. I looked down as I tried to pull Joey and me off the moving floor and saw a gap between the floor and the wall that wasn’t moving. It was a flaw in the monster’s grand design. I shouted to Joey to follow me, and I planted a foot right on the gap, pulling Joey behind me onto it. I then told Joey to run, and we ran up the hall. Silly Bunny wasn’t laughing anymore. I didn’t want to look back, but this little stunt of mine must have caught him off guard or, at the most, pissed him off. Either way, Joey and I heard that roar that shook the entire hall, making the two of us clutch our ears shut, but we kept running. The walls and floor returned to normal, or as normal as before. We just kept running down the seemingly never-ending hall. Joey loudly called out my name, sending a shockwave through my entire body from freight. I turned only to be met with Silly Bunny crawling across the ceiling on all fours, his head spinning backward and mouth wide open, chasing and gaining on the two of us. Silly Bunny scurried across the ceiling like a spider on crack, chomping our heels. I could hear the slapping footsteps above us mixed with that hissing, desperate roar and the panting of my breath. An even louder sound was heard, and Joey and I looked back, but we didn’t stop running. Silly Bunny had jumped down from the ceiling without warning, landing in the hall with a loud crash. He landed with such force that it snapped the sketch-like floorboards beneath the weight of his body, making a crater in the hall's floor. The Bunny gave out another roar and continued to give chase, but Joey and I kept running. He was faster now, gaining on us again almost immediately, yet we remained just out of his reach. We were in his shadow while Silly Bunny loomed over the two of us like a tall mountain. I remember now how small I felt at that moment. Joey cried out to me again, saying he couldn’t keep up. I looked back, and Joey was starting to slow down, and Silly Bunny was right on him. I could feel his sweaty hand slip from mine. I could feel the eyes in my sockets bulge out in terror. I could hear my brother calling out my name, and the last time I saw my brother was when he reached out to me with his little hand as Silly Bunny gobbled him up whole. As loud as possible, I screamed his name, JOEY, and I woke up in bed. It was morning, 6 AM, and as I regained my composure, my Mom stormed in, wanting to know what the noise was about. I lied, telling her it was nothing, which annoyed her more. She just shrugged it off with a huff and checked on Joey. My room was right across the hall from Joey’s, and when she opened the door, I stood in the doorway and passed my mother to my brother’s room; I saw his empty bed. My Mom called out his name and began to frantically search the room, calling my Dad for help, tearing my brother’s room apart, and looking for him, but Joey was nowhere to be found. All the while, I could only stare at the empty bed in my brother’s room. My brother was declared missing soon after. The entire state launched a massive search for him with news coverage, search parties, a reward, and everything, but my brother was never found. I knew what had happened, but I didn’t say anything. I knew the adults would never believe me, so I kept quiet about it all these years. Carter was right; I repressed that memory because I wanted to forget. I remember him going missing; he was declared dead when I was ten, but Silly Bunny…I wish I never remembered what he did to Joey. I couldn’t save him. I’m sorry, Joey… T1FFANYC1AY93 Subject: Re: I had these nightmares about a demented man in a bunny suit… I’m so sorry… Taki#99 Subject: Re: I had these nightmares about a demented man in a bunny suit… Me too, my friend BlackWidowLover91 Subject: Re: I had these nightmares about a demented man in a bunny suit… What I want to know is why this happened. Are we the ones who got away or witnesses made to suffer from the memories? That stupid Rabbit ruined our lives…I thought I was the only one for all these years, but now, knowing others went through the same hell as I did doesn’t make me feel any better. If anything, it just makes me feel like shit! Carter_Universe95 Subject: Re: I had these nightmares about a demented man in a bunny suit… I know what you mean… Guest_02000 Subject: Re: I had these nightmares about a demented man in a bunny suit… Oh, ThErE yOu aLl aRe, I’ve bEeN lOoKiNg eVeRyWhErE fOr yOU! I’ve mIsSeD yOu aLl sO much! I aM sO lOoKinG fOrWaRd tO pLaYiNg wItH yOu aLl aGaIn, jUsT lIkE oLd tIMeS. 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Humans are Weird _ Chug by Betty-Adams
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Armin x Reader - Flaming Passion“Eren, what am I supposed to do?”“Relax, Armin. (F/N) will forgive you after a while.”Armin bit his fingernails, his nerves working up a fit. “It’s different this time. She’s going to leave me. I can feel it in my bones.”A rattling sigh drifted down the line. Armin clutched the phone to his ear like a lifeline. “I know she loves those over-the-top apologies in romance dramas. Is there anything that you and Mikasa watched that can help me?”Eren hummed in thought. “There was this one ridiculous scene I watched recently.”“What is it? What did they do?”“The guy wanted to apologize for being a loud jerk. So he invited her over for dinner and threw petals all along the way from the entrance to where he was. There was some freaking balloon arch where he stood. Oh, and candles. So many candles on the floor and on the table.”“Candles,” Armin murmured. “I can do that.”“Yeah, maybe that will work.”“Okay, I’ll do it. It’s worth a shot.” Armin sucked in a long breath. “Thanks, Eren.”“No problem. Anything for you, man. I’m so thankful Mikasa doesn’t like all those crap.”Chuckling, Armin shook his head. “She would probably hit you on the head instead.”“Yeah, she would. Anyway, I gotta go. Talk to you later.”“See you.”Armin hung up. He surveyed his spacious loft apartment, imagining how he could decorate it. Balloons could hang from the railing and down the staircase. He had a bunch of candles for emergency purposes but he could run out to the store and get more. Petals, he could get from the same store.He frowned. (F/N) liked it when he went the extra mile. What else could he do that wouldn’t take too long to get? Then, it hit him.With a solid strategy in mind, he headed down to the store, grabbed all the necessary equipment, and went back to his apartment. He started with the balloons first, inflating them painstakingly with his own mouth. His weak lungs burned with the effort but it had to be done. Wheezing, he tied all of them along the staircase and railings. Next were the candles. He laid them out in a line to form a pathway from his door. Then, he sprinkled the petals along the pathway. Now, for the final touches. He hid his assortment of stand fans behind potted plants, bookshelves, and cabinets while making sure that the generated wind would still reach the pathway.It was tedious, tedious, tedious work that he absolutely hated doing. Every time the fan was directed an inch too low, it would blow away his petals and snuff out the candles. He scurried back and forth more than a hundred times before he hit the sweet spot. By that time, his sweat-drenched shirt was sticking to his skin. He quickly jumped into the shower, put on a decent long-sleeved shirt and pants, and headed back down again. (F/N) had told him she would pop by to get her things before she went to the gala. She should be here anytime now.A chime of the doorbell sent a flutter of anxiety down Armin’s spine. Speak of the devil- he corrected himself - his angel. “The door’s unlocked,” he called out. “Come in.”He straightened his back and exhaled a short breath. His heart pumped like a racecar on its last legs. This was it.The sound of heels on marble resonated in the apartment.He put on his best apologetic smile, his fingers clutching a small bouquet of flowers.(F/N) stepped into view. Armin’s breath was stolen away. She looked magnificent in that flowing yellow gown. Her face was framed by dancing strands of hair blown by the artificially generated wind from his stand fans. When (F/N) saw the intricate pathway he had laid out, her eyes widened in pleasant surprise and she smiled. A beautiful smile that stopped his heart.His lips curled up in relief. She would forgive him, wouldn’t she?She walked towards him in almost slow motion and he savored every second of it. His plan worked! And boy, was it a gorgeous plan. His gaze trailed down from her lovely eyes crinkled in adoration to her plump lips smiling for him. He lingered on her decent cleavage and then his gaze dropped down to her shapely legs framed by the long gown blowing in the wind and covering the candle-lit pathway-Was the yellow material aglow… with fire?!Armin’s eyes widened in terror. He had overestimated the amount of generated wind!The yellow gown must have been made especially for catching fire because, in a matter of seconds, the flames from the candles had licked away the trailing material and edged their way up to (F/N)’s rear!He rushed towards (F/N), running like someone had set him on fire. (F/N)’s smile grew wider, imagining that he would grab her and spin her around. When his arms wrapped around her thin waist, she gasped in pleasure.He lifted her up but instead of spinning her in a horizontal circle, he spun her straight to the floor. Landing with a loud thump that might have cracked her spine, (F/N) yipped in agony. Armin rolled her around and around until she realized with horror that a burning sensation was spreading across her ass.“Armin, what the hell are you doing?” she screamed in anger and pain.“Your gown was turning into a flaming ball of fire!” “Wha- Get off me!”As she struggled in his stifling embrace, Armin raised his hand and brought it down on her behind. She yelped, “What are you doing now??”“Can’t you feel the fire??”“Yes, I can!” Shoving him off her, she struggled to her feet and appraised what was left of her gown and her rear. Her mouth fell open at the dangling material that now hung just above her darkened underwear. Red fury bloomed across her cheeks. She pointed an accusing finger at the cowering Armin. “I don’t know what gave you the idea to do this but this is it! We’re over!”With that, she stormed out of the apartment, leaving a stunned and traumatized Armin frozen to the spot. He surveyed the disaster area. Blackened petals were strewn on the floor, candle wax dripped all over it, and a pile of yellow gown ash gathered at his feet.Groaning, he tilted his head back and squeezed his eyes shut. If anyone were to look at his pained, innocent face, they would think he was bemoaning the loss of (F/N) or dreading the cleanup of his apartment. But he only had one thought in his mind.He was going to kill Eren before Mikasa did.
Jack x Elsa - The TumbleMoans and squeals filled the tiny apartment as the television blared the latest romance movie. In the kitchen, Elsa shook her head as she gulped down the last of her water. She crossed over to the living room where her younger sister, Anna, sat cross-legged in front of the television, cradling her head in her hands.“Oh Anna, could you just stop that? It’s all the same scenes, over and over again,” she scoffed, gesturing to the wide-eyed damsel on the screen.Anna pouted as she turned to face her sister. “It’s different! The context is different, the characters are different.”Chuckling, Elsa lifted her winter jacket off the coat rack and slipped into it. “Right. Like I haven’t seen that scene right there where the girl slips, the guy catches her somehow, and they stare for three seconds, and then kiss.”Anna’s eyes turned dreamy. “And what’s wrong with that?”“One, there’s nothing for her to slip on.” Elsa counted off her fingers. “Two, the guy must have miracle hands to catch her like that. Three, the weight of her body would have pulled him down on top of her.”“Ah pfft,” Anna waved a hand in dismissal. “Details, details.”“Things like that just don’t happen in real life, I’m sorry to break it to you.” Elsa shrugged as she pulled on her boots.Anna scurried over to nudge her sister playfully. “But but what if it happens to you?? You’re going for hockey practice right?”“Yeah, thought I’d put in some time before next week’s game.” Elsa grabbed her hockey stick and slung her bag over her shoulder. “And no, it’s not going to happen to me.”A wide grin split Anna’s lips and she wiggled her eyebrows at Elsa. “What if you meet that Jack Frost from the boy’s team and you two end up like that scene?”Laughing, Elsa shook her head. “Oh my dear sister, if I do meet that Jack Frost, it’ll be blood on ice. Not romance on ice.”“You never know.” Anna’s sing-song voice prompted Elsa to give the hopeless romantic a smack on her head.“I’ll be back soon, dummy.” “Tell me how it goes,” Anna called out to her departing sister. As the door closed, Anna sniggered to herself. “Those who mock love will cry for love, sis.”Speak of the devil.Frowning, Elsa stared at the lone male figure skating the length of the ice rink. She was sure no one would come at this hour to the rink but she had figured wrong. And why him, of all people?As the lanky Jack Frost shot the puck right into the net, he whooped and twirled on his skates. His boyish voice echoed in the large arena, drawing a wince from Elsa.She sighed and stepped out onto the ice. “Jack, what are you doing here?” she called out.Jack twisted his head and glanced over his shoulder. He whistled. “Oh look who it is. If it isn’t the snow queen, Elsa,” he said in a sing-song voice.Elsa glared daggers at his back. If only looks could kill. She waved him off. “Get off the rink. I need to practice.”Jack clicked his tongue in mock disapproval. “It’s that attitude that earned you the title of snow queen, Queen Elsa.”He skittered over the ice and swerved right in front of her. An impish grin made its way across his face. “Make me get off the rink then.”Elsa’s eyes burned a cold blue. “Get. Out. Of. My. Face. Jack.”A lazy shrug lifted his shoulders. “Alright then. How about you and me race? Winner gets the rink.”Taken aback, Elsa’s brows lifted in question. “What? Is this some kind of joke?”“No, I’m serious.” Jack held his hand out. “Don’t you want to beat the best player on the guy’s team?”Her eyes narrowed at him. It seemed like too good a deal to pass up. Beating him would wipe that smug look off his face and give her the full rink to practice. It’s not like she would lose.“Deal.” She gave his hand a firm shake.Jack's lips curved up higher, accentuating those dimples that she often heard his fans squeal about. As if a small divot in the skin was anything to scream about like a maniac.The two of them skated to the end of the rink. Elsa bent down and stretched as she got ready. Seeing her enter her competitive mode, Jack chuckled. "Wow who knew the Queen would be so pumped up to face me huh?"Elsa sent him a glare but refused to reply him verbally. Just wait, Jack. I'll make sure to lay your ass on the ice, she swore."OK?" Jack confirmed with her that she was ready. When she nodded, he sprung into position with his head tucked down. "Ready.. " he said. "Go!"He launched into motion, leaving Elsa standing dumbfounded for a second. Her lips curled into a snarl at being fooled to wait for his countdown. "You bastard!" she shrieked as she shot down after him.A peal of laughter filled the rink. Elsa streaked down the ice, barrelling forward as if her life depended on it. Jack was still far off in the distance, almost halfway down the length of the rink.Nothing she couldn't catch up to. Her eyes narrowed, her focus intent on the irritating, well-shaped back of Jack. She increased her pace, hands swinging in sync with her legs. Her skate blades carved up the ice beneath her without mercy. Within seconds, the distance between her and Jack closed. She could hear his rhythmic breathing matching hers. A smile lifted the corner of her lips. She pumped her legs faster, swinging to the left to overtake Jack. As she drew even with him, she threw him a victorious smirk as if to say “Fuck you”.Her eyes no longer focused on the ice, she didn’t notice a yellow object - what could possibly have been a banana peel thrown by Jack after eating his snack - directly in her path. As her skates cut through the uneven surface, it sent a jolt up her leg. Her balance lost, she wobbled and yelped as her momentum sent her forward. No longer on two feet, her eyes widened at the sight of the closing distance between her face and the hard surface of the ice. “Elsa!” she heard Jack cry out behind her. His voice distorted into a drawn-out, hollow sound that echoed in her eardrums. She tilted her head to see him fly in front of her, almost like Superman but without the cape and the muscles on his shoulders. He threw his arms forward to catch her and in that instant, the only thing that ran through her mind was “Damn you, Anna”.The seconds that passed felt like hours. The warmth of his hands as they touched her back. The concerned look in his eyes as he held her. The redness of his lips. The flushed cheeks. Maybe it wasn’t so bad after all, she thought.Then, the crashing fall followed. The jolt of pain in her arm. His girly yelp. His fingers digging into her back, as if the pain wasn’t enough. And then the ice making contact with her back. Tumbling to the floor in a tangle of limbs, Jack ended up on top of her, unable to cushion the brunt - or rather, any part - of the fall. As they looked at each other through squinted eyes filled with agony, a trickle of blood from Elsa’s lips stained the ice below her with a romantic red.Blood on ice, indeed.An hour later, Elsa burst into her apartment with a dark expression. Calling out from the couch, Anna grinned at her sister. “How did it go with Jack?”Elsa glowered. Yanking her boots off, she threw them to one side and glared at Anna. “It hurt!”A knowing smirk lit up Anna’s face. “Oh I know it does. Love hurts-”“Not love, you idiot!”Anna frowned, her gaze following Elsa as she stomped off to her bedroom. “Then what?”Sending her sister one last, furious look before she slammed the door, Elsa screamed, “My ass!”
A Pity Party for One ( Sugawara Koushi x Reader ) Warning(s): This includes a lot of cursing and alcohol use. Characters are assumed to be aged up to past the legal drinking age. Did I get the inspiration to write this after listening to Michael in the Bathroom for the tenth time in a row? The world may never know. Title: A Pity Party for One Pairing: Sugawara Koushi x ReaderFandom: Haikyuu!Word Count: 1,798        Mascara? A mess.         Drink? Empty.         Mental State? Terrible.        Hotel? Trivago.         You tossed your red solo cup against the tiled wall of the bathtub that you had claimed as your current residency. Whose house was this anyway? You think the guy had a man bun but you could have been wrong. Everything was a blur other than the image of your boyfriend feeling up another girl. How could he just throw three years away, three goddamn years?! A choked sob slipped past your lips as you pulled your knees closer to your chest.         How had you gotten yourself in this situation? Here you were, in a stranger's empty tub having a mental breakdown. Converse sneakers and pastel pink dress bunched at your waist. Even without looking in the mirror, you knew that your makeup was a mess. It would only make sense with how much you had cried. You had no plan for what you should do. Everything just hurt and you were wishing you were home under your covers instead of this porcelain bed. All your tears had been shed and you were left with small whimpers and clenched fists.         "Oh...I didn't know that anyone was in here. The door was unlocked and I was just planning on washing up a bit and-" A boy with light brown hair that seemed to be tinted with silver when it hit the light right walked in your hiding place. It wasn't like you had locked the door, you probably should have. You had simply slammed the door behind you and that had been enough notice for the people around you. How long had you been in here? Your phone had died an hour ago when you arrived at the party. You were just on life's shitlist today!         "It is utter bullshit!" You huffed out, not seeming to care that this guy you had never met before just walked in the bathroom where you were hiding. It wasn't like you were using the restroom but you knew that you looked like a hot mess right now. Damn, you might not even look hot and instead just look like a mess. How was that fair? Groaning, you leaned your head back and hit it against the cold wall.         "Whoa...You look like you have had better nights." The guy slowly walked in, shutting the door behind him. If you weren't drunk out of your mind and hurting like you never had before, then you might have been scared about being in this room with this guy alone. He could lock the door and then who knows what could happen. Still, that was the last thing on your mind.          The boy was wearing a dusty blue shirt with what looked to be khaki pants. Average, normal, safe. He didn't have any immediate red flags that you seemed to attract. Did you just give off the vibe of someone who could be walked over? God, maybe you were. How had you been so stupid for three years...This wasn't the first time. You had a suspicion but you didn't want it to be true. You had been with this boy since high school and the idea of having to live without him was terrifying. You had become dependent on him. God, what were you going to do? How were you going to get home?!         Red sneakers moved closer and soon the boy who looked to be around your age was squatting next to the tub. His arms rested on the cool porcelain, something that had felt wonderful against your hot skin when you first got in. You couldn't help it, you got hot when you drank too much. Normally you would just sip on whatever you were having that night but once you saw your world crumbling in front of you, you decided it was time to just down the entire thing as fast as possible. The faster it got in you, the faster the hurt would go away. You hoped anyway...        "I just want to go home!" You whimpered, hands gripping at the itchy fabric of your dress. He had been the one to suggest you wear it, he said that he liked how it 'hugged your curves'. So, being a nice girlfriend, you decided to wear it and what does he go and do?! Feel up some girl that you had never even seen before! Had you not been enough? How long had he been cheating on you? Was this the only girl or did he have multiple women he went to so he could get his rocks off? Your head was spinning with the alcohol affecting your system. You were drunk.         "Okay," His voice was soft, like he was approaching an injured animal and didn't want to scare it off, "How did you get here? Can I go get someone for you or is there someone I can call?"         Watery eyes met his warm ones and it was the first time you had made eye contact with this stranger. You wouldn't lie, he was very attractive. In that soft but strong way. The kind of soft where he wouldn't let anyone walk over him. You had thought that was you but you had three years of experience to prove otherwise. You must have been a pitiful sight to see if his expression was anything to go off of. Why did he care? It wasn't like either of you knew each other. You weren't used to people being nice just to be nice. Was he an angel? He sure looked like he could be one. You wondered what he looked like under his shirt with how it accentuated his muscles...Oh, God! Your cheeks only reddened even more at your thoughts. What kind of drunk were you?! You never would think that way...At least, you would never tell anyone you thought those things. Luckily you still had enough control of your lips to keep yourself from saying anything too embarrassing, for now.         "My ride is out there with his hand under some other girl's shirt. Fuck, I have to go home with him. I live with him and I just saw him...." You buried your head in your knees, in a mix of wanting to hide your misery filled face and wanting the bright lights to just tone down for a bit. They seemed brighter than normal bathroom lights...What were you even talking about? It wasn't like every bathroom had the same lights. Even with your brain trying to distract you with these unusual thoughts, you couldn't get the image of your boyfriend out of your head. The two of you had even been talking about marriage recently. His mother seemed so happy with the two of you...What would she think if she knew what her son was really like?         "Three years and this is how he treats me...I think I am just cursed with bad luck or something. God doesn't want me to have a good relationship. I've wasted three years with this guy and...."        "Don't talk like that. Sometimes we have to go through tough times to get out on the other side. You know, you have to have rain to have a rainbow." The boy brushed a stray piece of hair behind your ear and you were convinced that he was your guardian angel. Why else would he be this nice and so helpful to a drunk girl he didn't know, crying in the bathroom for who knows how long.         Sugawara bit his bottom lip gently in thought, unsure of what he should do in this situation? He knew he was good at helping people (according to the team anyway), but he had never dealt with something like this before. He was glad he decided not to drink tonight or else he would be having a harder time with this. All he had to do was think clearly and he surely would come up with some plan, right?         "Well...I can always drive you home or we could go find the people throwing the party. Asahi and Tanaka might be able to think of something. More likely Asahi since Tanaka might be a bottle in already..." He mumbled the last part mainly to himself but your ears perked up at the familiar name.         "....Tanaka?" Your voice was quiet as you glanced up at the handsome boy, causing his heart to skip a beat. Why did people's eyes always look so pretty after they had cried? That wasn't fair. He wished he could help more but he simply nodded at your strange question.         "I know him," You rubbed the back of your hand against your eyes, not even thinking about the black smudges that were only getting worse on your skin. You were disheveled with makeup smudged more than an abstract painting and a dress with a recent stain that Sugawara would assume was whatever you had in your plastic cup before it was empty. Yet, he couldn't help himself and thought you were one of the prettiest girls he had ever seen. If he saw your ex.....He pushed those thoughts to the side. He could think of that in the future.         "He is our friend...I mean, my friend...He is in some of the same classes as me."         "Great!" Relief washed over the young boy as he realized that he wouldn't be left in the dark on what to do with the situation at hand. "How about we go and get you some water and then we go look for Tanaka? I'm sure we can find him, he lives here after all. We can get you feeling a bit better and then we can figure out what to do from there, okay?"        "That sounds nice...I don't drink normally, I don't like it."         "Don't worry. Once we get you some water and ibuprofen, then you will start feeling better. Who knows, I'm sure he has something to eat here. Nishinoya and Tanaka tend to keep the place stocked to the brim when it comes to parties. I bet they keep the pantry that filled even when they weren't planning a party. Those guys could eat an entire banquet themselves and still be ready for seconds."         Sugawara smiled as he heard the soft sounds of your laugh echo in the small bathroom. He hoped he would be able to hear it more, even if only for a little bit. He may only know you for this day but he still wanted to see you smile. Tears and a frown didn't suit your beautiful face.         As the man offered his hand, you had no idea that it would be the hand that you would be holding for years to come. It would be the hand that gave you what you always dreamed of - a wedding ring.
Too Late? ( Daichi Sawamura x Reader )I hope you like Haikyuu! Get prepared for a Haikyuu fic every day in October! Wooo! How am I going to do this? Who knows! -Unless otherwise stated, Reader is in a female-presenting body.-Warning(s): This is filled with angst and has the reader fatally injured. The end is open-ended as much as possible so it could go either way but this is pretty sad. Title: Too Late? Pairing: Daichi Sawamura x ReaderFandom: Haikyuu!Word Count: 2,128 When the paramedic is hurt, who is there to save them? You stared up at the dark sky covered with shining stars that seemed more calming than usual as you thought that question over. The burning in your stomach was starting to feel numb and be replaced with a cold you had never felt before. This was a cold that you couldn't be warmed up from. The eternal frigid cold that was spreading across your skin. The light blue of your uniform was beginning to stain with the red pooling at your stomach. This would never wash out...You couldn't help but laugh at the ridiculous thought. Was that really something you should be concerned with right now? It had been a usual night on the job, being called out to an emergency situation. A guy had said that his elderly mother was having a heart attack and so you were sent out with your partner to offer assistance. When you got there, everything happened so quickly. You remember your partner going up and knocking on the door as you opened the back to prepare for the patient. Then there was the loud bang. Had something blown up? As you turned around, you were greeted with the silver of a gun before another bang went off. This time was accompanied by a burning sensation in your abdomen. Time became unstable in your mind once you fell to the ground, clutching your wound. At first, you thought you simply had been hit with the gun but when your hands came back dyed in your own blood, you realized the truth. How long had it been? It could have been mere seconds or hours, everything seemed foggy. When you tried to see your partner, all you saw was their crumpled up body at the entrance of the house. Were they moving? It was hard to tell with the watery tears in your eyes. When the shouts became louder and you heard more gunshots, you realized the situation you were in. This man had wanted suicide by cops and his plan just so happened to end with the paramedics being shot. Were you dying? It was a strange thought. The stars seemed to be the only thing you could focus on as time crawled on. The police were here, or perhaps just one patrolman in the area. You could hear a muffled voice yelling into their radio that they needed medical assistance as soon as possible. Paramedics to save paramedics, how ironic. You were unable to tell who the patrolman was until you felt strong arms wrap around your form, pulling your upper half to rest on their lap. The face above was the only one you would want to see at this moment. Daichi Sawamura, your best friend since diapers. No matter what the two of you went through, Daichi always seemed to make you feel safe. "Hey, Dai. What a coincidence to see you here," You offered a small smile though the tears rolling down your cheeks contradicted the tone in your voice. You hated to see Daichi upset. If this was the last time you saw him, you wanted to see him smiling. He was so handsome when he smiled. A pain formed in your stomach, not from the gunshot wound but instead your regret that you never told him enough. You were going to die friends...You should just be happy that you got to spend so much time with him. "Don't worry (Y/N), help is on the way. You're going to be fine." His larger hands pushed down on your wound as gently as possible while attempting to stop the bleeding. A small whimper of pain escaped your lips, though you tried to keep yourself silent. The look in his eyes made you want to cry, not for what you were going through but for what he had to feel. You never wanted to make him feel this way. The two of you were supposed to be there for each other no matter what happened. .... "Dai-Chan, you are going to Karasuno?" You were sitting outside during lunch, bento box pushed to the side as you spoke to your best friend. He was laying on his back, eyes staring up at the sky filled with fluffy clouds that made the situation happier than it was. A tugging at your stomach kept you from eating. "Yeah, I hear they have a good volleyball team." "Oh." "Where are you going to go?" The lilac and cream colors of Aobajohsai flashed through your head at his words. The two of you were in your final year of middle school and both had decided to go on to further your education. You had been contacted by a school before you even applied to any. The coach to the female volleyball team had seen you play and offered you a spot on their team as the new libero as the old one was heading into her final year. The idea of being recruited was amazing but once you heard that Daichi was going to Karasuno, it became a bittersweet feeling instead. "I'm not sure yet. I was thinking about going to Karasuno since it would be less of a trip. Plus I hear they have cute uniforms so that would be a plus." You joked, hiding the disappointment that you felt. Daichi didn't need to know about the offer, it would only make him feel bad. You might love volleyball but Daichi was more important to you. The idea of being parted from him made you feel sick. If he wanted to go to Karasuno, then you would follow him happily. "Hey, Daichi?" "Yeah?" His dark eyes moved from the sky to look at you instead, the soft emotion he hid behind them making you melt. You had begun feeling differently about the boy as the two of you got older. He was no longer a friend who just so happened to be a guy. It was hard not to notice how he was changing. He was becoming more of a man and the more he grew, the more you could feel yourself falling for him. "Do you promise we will always be together?" Your voice was quiet and you didn't know if he heard you at first. His eyes moved back on the blue sky as his larger hand found your own. His skin was warm against your own as he grabbed your hand, fingers intertwining like two puzzle pieces made for each other. He was perfect for you and you could only hope that you were perfect for him. "Of course. I will always be there for you, no matter what. So you don't need to worry, okay?" .... "How is my partner? You should go and check on them...They may need help." Your voice was getting hoarse and it was getting harder to breathe. You were trying to stay calm but it was hard to do that when you had just been shot. You could feel the panic radiating off of Daichi. Sirens could be heard in the distance. How long had it been since he had called for backup and some medical help? Your mind wandered to the man who had attacked you. Had Daichi simply injured the man or was it worse? Your mind was beginning to go fuzzy and it was hard to think straight. You were just getting so cold and tired. Maybe you could just close your eyes for a little bit. Daichi had held you while you slept when the two of you were younger...Maybe you could relive that if only for the last few moments you had. "Don't think about that. You just need to focus on staying awake for me, alright?" Daichi's knuckles brushed against your cheek, drying the tears that had stained your cheeks. You weren't crying anymore, at least you didn't think you were anyway. You couldn't feel anything anymore other than the warmth that came from Daichi's body. He was like a walking heater. "Dai, you're getting blood on your pants..." "Do you really think that matters at this point?" Daichi laughed a breathy sound that made it obvious how hard he was trying not to cry. Though it was hard to at this point, you lifted your hands to cup Daichi's face, trying to ignore the small smear of blood now staining his cheek. He couldn't keep the tears from falling now, you could feel the hot droplets hitting your hand. There was nothing you wouldn't do at this moment to make him feel better, it hurt to see him cry. For as long as you had known him, you could count the number of times you had seen him cry on one hand. He was the pillar between the two of you and it was hard to see him crumbling right in front of you. Just this morning, the two of you had been texting and planning on meeting up for lunch this weekend. The two of you talked every day but with how busy you both were, your visits with each other were getting less and less. You had even been considering owning up to your feelings and finally admitting to him after more than a decade spent together. You loved your best friend. You loved Daichi Sawamura. You had dreamed of the days when it would just be the two of you laying on a couch, you on top of him like a human blanket. Some movie would be playing but it would simply be background noise as the two of you simply cherished the lack of space between your bodies. He would run his hands through your hair and you would rest your head on his chest, listening to the calm beating of his heart. Thump. Thump. Thump. It hurt. It hurt that you would never be able to live that perfect life with Daichi. What if you had confessed before the two of you graduated from high school? What if, even if just a week ago, you admitted your feelings to him? You didn't know if he would feel the same way but you would at least have some closure. The chance to live in the same space as him, the two of you continuing to grow with each other. You were going to get married. You thought you might even have had kids with him one day but all of that was fading before your eyes. The corners of your vision were darkening and you didn't know how much time you had left before you passed out. As a paramedic, you knew what was happening to you. You were losing too much blood even with Daichi's attempt to slow the bleeding. Too much blood was staining the two of you and your body was growing weaker. You would pass out and then...never wake up. You would never get to see the smile of Daichi again if you closed your eyes. "Daichi," You started with his full name, your voice coming out as more of a choked sob than anything, "I'm scared to die...I don't want to die Daichi, please I don't want to die." The pleading was instinct at this point. Everything was crashing down on you and your body was becoming heavier and heavier. You weren't holding up any of your weight now save for keeping your hands against the man that you loved's cheeks. Daichi looked heavenly in the flashes of red and blue from his squad car. You thought you could hear the faint rumble of vehicles pulling up but you felt too weak to turn your head. You wanted to hold onto him as long as possible but it was getting harder and harder. You had to move your arms to wrap around the man's neck limply as you felt your strength fading. "You aren't going to die, (Y/N), I promise. I said that I would always protect you, remember? It was our last year at Karasuno and it was after I told you that I wanted to join the academy. We were on the school rooftop and I promised that no matter what, I would always keep you safe!" His tears were falling freely now, running down his cheeks and dripping onto your own. "Daichi, listen to me, please...Please, smile for me one more time. I don't want to die without seeing you smile again...Please." As the world was swallowed by the abyss that was overtaking your vision, the last thing you saw was the wobbly smile of the man you had loved your entire life. If only you had been strong enough to admit your feelings sooner...
Song Lyrics
The Twelve Zodiac Days of ChristmasA parody of the traditional holiday song "The Twelve Days of Christmas"On the first day Of Christmas, my true love sent to me, A Scorpio Zodiac KeyOn the second day of Christmas, my true love sent to me, Two Pisces stones,And a Scorpio Zodiac KeyOn the third day of Christmas, my true love sent to me, Three Cancer cubes,Two Pisces stones,And a Scorpio Zodiac Key On the fourth day of Christmas, my true love sent to me, Four Leo bracelets,Three Cancer cubes,Two Pisces stones,And a Scorpio Zodiac Key On the fifth day of Christmas, my true love sent to me, Five Virgo candles...Four Leo bracelets,Three Cancer cubes,Two Pisces stones,And a Scorpio Zodiac Key On the sixth Day Of Christmas, my true love sent to me, Six Libra notebooks,Five Virgo candles...Four Leo bracelets,Three Cancer cubes,Two Pisces stones,And a Scorpio Zodiac KeyOn the seventh day of Christmas, my true love sent to me, Seven Taurus pendants,Six Libra notebooks,Five Virgo candles...Four Leo bracelets,Three Cancer cubes,Two Pisces stones,And a Scorpio Zodiac KeyOn the eighth day of Christmas, my true love sent to me, Eight Aquarius rings,Seven Taurus pendants,Six Libra notebooks,Five Virgo candles...Four Leo bracelets,Three Cancer cubes,Two Pisces stones,And a Scorpio Zodiac KeyOn the ninth day of Christmas, my true love sent to me,Nine Aries pillows,Eight Aquarius rings,Seven Taurus pendants,Six Libra notebooks,Five Virgo candles...Four Leo bracelets,Three Cancer cubes,Two Pisces stones,And a Scorpio Zodiac KeyOn the tenth day of Christmas, my true love sent to me,Ten Sagittarius posters,Nine Aries pillows,Eight Aquarius rings,Seven Taurus pendants,Six Libra notebooks,Five Virgo candles...Four Leo bracelets,Three Cancer cubes,Two Pisces stones,And a Scorpio Zodiac KeyOn the eleventh day of Christmas, my true love sent to meEleven Gemini stickers,Ten Sagittarius posters,Nine Aries pillows,Eight Aquarius rings,Seven Taurus pendants,Six Libra notebooks,Five Virgo candles...Four Leo bracelets,Three Cancer cubes,Two Pisces stones,And a Scorpio Zodiac KeyOn the twelfth day of Christmas, my true love sent to meTwelve Capricorn pencils,Eleven Gemini stickers,Ten Sagittarius posters,Nine Aries pillows,Eight Aquarius rings,Seven Taurus pendants,Six Libra notebooks,Five Virgo candles...Four Leo bracelets,Three Cancer cubes,Two Pisces stones,And a Scorpio Zodiac Key
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The First Episode of South Park but it's owotizedCawtman gets an anyaw pwobeat teh bus stop. boysschoow day~ schoow day~ teachew's gowden wu... kywe bwofwovskiah~ damn it owo! my owo wittwe bwothew's twying to fowwow me owo to schoow again. ike bwofwovskizeeponyannyew. kyweike~ chu can't come to schoow wif me owo. [ike chowtwes.]ewic cawtmanyeah~ go home chu wittwe diwdo owo!kywedude~ don't caww my owo bwothew a diwdo owo!stan mawshwhat's a diwdo uwu?kyweweww~ i don't knyow...[he faces cawtman and owo points at him.] and owo i'ww bet cawtman doesn't knyow eithew owo!cawtmani knyow what it means owo!kyweweww~ what uwu?cawtmani'm nyot tewwing chu. stanwhat's a diwdo~ kenny uwu?kenny mccowmick(it's a giant stick that goes inside teh mom's vaginya.) [the othews waugh.]cawtmanhe-yeah~ that's what kywe's wittwe bwothew is aww wight owo! [kywe swings ike by his footpaws~ knyocking cawtman down.] ow owo! [ike waughs.]standude~ that kicks ass owo!kyweyeah~ check dis one out. Weady ike uwu? kick teh baby owo!ikedon't kick teh baby. kywekick teh baby. he kicks ike wike a footbaww~ who wands~ knyocking down fouw maiwboxes. Cawtman yawns. stanwhoa~ cawtman owo! wooks wike chu didn't get much sweep wast nyight. cawtmanthat's 'cause i was having dese... bogus nyightmawes. kyweweawwy uwu? what about uwu?cawtmanweww~ i dweamt that i was wying owo in my owo bed... teh dweam sequence begins. cawtman...owo in teh dawk~ when aww of a sudden dis bwight bwue wight fiwwed teh woom. thwough his window~ one can see a spaceship wand and owo its wight stweam owo in. cawtmanthen swowwy my owo bedwoom doow began to open... [a visitow peeks inside.]cawtman...and owo then teh nyext thing i wemembew~ i was being dwug thwough a hawwway. cawtmanweeaak owo!cawtmanthen i was wying on uwu a tabwe... cawtman is waying face down~ visitows wowew his pajamas. cawtman...and owo dese scawy awiens wanted to opewate on uwu me owo. And owo dey had big heads and owo big bwack eyes. standude owo! visitows owo!kywetotawwy owo!cawtmanwhat uwu?stanthat wasn't a dweam cawtman~ dose wewe visitows owo!cawtmannyo~ it was just a dweam~ my owo mom said so. stanvisitows awe weaw. kyweyeah~ dey abduct peopwe and owo dey mutiwate cows. cawtmanoh~ shut up guys owo! chu'we just twying to make me owo scawed. And owo it's nyot wowking. chef[dwives up and owo gets out of teh caw.] hewwo dewe~ chiwdwen. boys[in unyison] hey~ chef. stanwhat's gonnya be fur wunch today~ chef uwu?chefweww~ today it's sawisbuwy steak wif buttewed nyoodwes and owo a choice of gween bean cassewowe ow vegetabwe medwey. cawtmankick ass. chefsay~ did any of chu chiwdwen see teh awien space ship wast nyight uwu?cawtman[suwpwised.] huh uwu?kyweyeah~ fat boy saw it owo!cawtmaneh~ nyo~ that~ that was just a dweam. And owo i'm nyot fat~ i'm big boned owo!chefoh~ was it teh ones wif teh big wong heads and owo teh bwack eyes uwu?cawtmanoh owo!standey took him on uwu theiw ship. chefoh owo! [quietwy.] did dey give chu an anyaw pwobe uwu?cawtmanoh owo!kywewhat's an anyaw pwobe uwu?chefthat's when dey put dis big metaw hoop-a-joop up yo' butt. kywewhoa owo! dey gave chu an anyaw pwobe cawtman uwu?cawtmannyo owo! uh-i mean~ eh~ why wouwd dey do that uwu?standude~ dey did~ huh uwu? awiens stuck stuff up youw ass owo!cawtmannyo owo!ikeenyeh pwobe. cawtmanshut up~ diwdo owo!chefweww~ i gotta get to teh cafetewia. Chu chiwdwen watch that fat boy nyow. He couwd be undew awien contwow. chef wawks back to his caw~ dewe is a pictuwe of a visitow on uwu his shiwt wif teh wowd "bewieve" wwitten undew it. Cawtman goes catatonyic as chef dwives off. cawtmanoh owo!kywewe towd chu dey wewe weaw cawtman. Sowwy to heaw about youw ass. cawtmangod damn it~ dey didn't do anything to my owo ass owo! it was just a dweam owo!dey stawt to fiwe onto teh bus. kywewhy chu wawkin' so funny cawtman uwu?cawtmanshut up owo!ike[waddwes by.] oh foonyuh bebe. kywenyo~ ike~ go home. ikeeeeeee owo!kywedis is it. Dis onye's fur teh game. ikepuwpwow. kywekick teh baby owo!he kicks ike~ who fwies thwough teh fiwst window of teh schoow bus and owo cwashes out teh window on uwu teh othew side. on uwu teh bus. stangood mownying~ miss cwabtwee. ms. Vewonyica cwabtweesit down owo! we"we wunnying wate owo!teh bus puwws away~ weaving ike behind at teh bus stop. Kywe is knyeewing on uwu teh seat wooking out teh back window at him. kywedamn it~ he's stiww dewe. stanoh~ don't wowwy about him. kywenyo~ dude~ if something happens to him~ my owo pawents awe gonnya bwame me owo. ms. Cwabtweesit down back dewe owo! aaaaaah owo! owo!stanyeah~ whatevew~ ya fat bitch. ms. Cwabtweewhat did chu say owo! uwu?stani said i have uwu a bad itch. ms. Cwabtwee[cawmwy] oh. kywe[gasps.] oh~ my owo god owo!two visitows awe howding ike between demstan[tuwnying to see.] visitows owo!kenny(oh nyooo owo!)kyweike owo! [kywe wuns to teh fwont of teh bus.] stop teh buuuuus owo! ms. Cwabtwee~ chu have uwu to stop dis bus owo!ms. Cwabtweedo chu want an office wefewwaw owo! uwu?kywenyo. ms. Cwabtweethen sit down owo!kywebut i... ms. Cwabtweeawwgghhh owo!kyweawwghh owo!kywe~ ms. Cwabtweeawwwggghhh owo!kywe wuns back to his seat. Ms. Cwabtwee has teh wast wowd. stancawtman~ awe dose teh same visitows chu saw uwu?cawtmanshut up chu guys~ it's nyot wowking. kywewe have uwu to do something owo!stanweww~ we can't do anything fur nyow~ that fat bitch won't wet us. ms. Cwabtweewhat did chu say uwu?stanuh~ i said that wabbits vore wettuce. ms. Cwabtweeoh. Weww~ yes~ dey cewtainwy do. she makes a hawd wight~ fwinging cubs onto teh weft side of teh bus. kywewhat am i going to do uwu? my owo wittwe bwothew's been abducted by awiens. [stan fawts.] chu fawted. [they waugh.]cawtmanheh~ somebody's baking bwownyies. behind teh bus~ a space cwaft wises into teh sky~ then zooms away. fawmew's gwazing fiewds wif a mutiwated cow. fawmew caww denkinsthat's teh thiwd cow dis month. At dis wate aww my owo cattwe awe gonnya die befowe teh wintew's thwough. teh cows moo questionyingwy. officew bawbwadydis is nyothing out of teh unyusuaw. Cows tuwn themsewves inside out aww teh time. teh cows shake theiw heads. fawmew cawwpeopwe been saying dey've been seeing ufo's awound. officew bawbwadyufo's uwu? [waughs.]fawmew cawwyeah~ and owo bwack awmy cia hewicoptews and owo twucks. officew bawbwadythat is teh siwwiest thing i've evew heawd. hewicoptews fwy by above him. fawmew cawwwhat was that uwu?officew bawbwadythat~ that was a pigeon. fawmew cawwwhat am i supposed to do~ bawbwady uwu? just stand hewe and owo watch my owo cattwe get mutiwated one by one uwu?teh cows nyotice something and owo waise theiw heads. One visitow waves a piece of hay and owo whistwes. Teh cows stawt wunnying away fwom dem. fawmew cawwhey owo! my owo cattwe owo!teh "cattwe wanch" sign fawws down. fawmew cawwchu see uwu? dewe is somethin' funny goin' on uwu owo!officew bawbwadydewe's nyothing funny going on uwu. I'ww get dose cows back. mw. Gawwison's cwass. mw. Hewbewt gawwisonand owo nyow chiwdwen~ ouw fwiend~ mw. Hat~ is going to teww us about chwistophew cowumbus. mw. Hatthat's wight~ mw. Gawwison. Chwistophew cowumbus discovewed amewica and owo was teh indians' best fwiend. He hewped teh indians win theiw waw against fwedwick dougwass and owo a fweed teh hebwews fwom nyapoweon and owo discovewed fwance. And owo then owo in 1492 cowumbus stawted a westauwant...[he is dwowned out by kywe's voice.]kywe[whispewing.] oh~ man. I can't just sit hewe~ i have uwu to hewp my owo stupid bwothew~ ow i'ww come home without him and owo my owo daddy wiww stawt awooing~ "whewe's youw bwothew~ kywe uwu?" "you wewen't wooking out fur youw wittwe bwothew~ kywe uwu?"stan[whispewing.] okay~ okay~ wet's ditch schoow and owo go find him. kywe[his voice is wising to an audibwe wevew.] "you knyow he can't think on uwu his own~ kywe owo!" "bwush and owo fwoss~ kywe owo!" "whewe has that fingew been~ kywe uwu?"standude owo!mw. Gawwisonis dewe a pwobwem~ boys uwu?kyweyes~ mw. Gawwison~ i have uwu to go nyow. mw. Gawwisonoh~ weawwy~ kywe uwu? what is it dis time uwu? anyothew pwostate tumow uwu?kywenyo~ my owo wittwe bwothew's been abducted by awiens. [siwence.] it's twue owo! ask cawtman~ dey gave him an anyaw pwobe. cawtman[embawwassed.] heh~ heh~ that's a~ that's~ that's a wittwe joke. Heh~ heh. kywe[kywe wawks up to mw. Gawwison's desk.] mw. Gawwison~ sewiouswy~ i have uwu to go. Can i pwease be excused fwom cwass uwu?mw. Gawwisoni don't knyow~ kywe. Did chu ask mw. Hat uwu?kywei don't want to ask mw. Hat~ i'm asking chu owo!mw. Gawwisonoh i think chu shouwd ask mw. Hat. kywemw. Hat~ may i pwease be excused fwom cwass uwu?mw. Hatweww~ kywe~ nyo owo! owo! chu heaw me owo uwu? owo! chu go to hecc owo! chu go to hecc and owo chu die owo!mw. Gawwisonhmm~ guess chu'ww have uwu to take youw seat~ kywe. kywedamn it owo!cawtmanhah~ hah. Mw. Hat awooed at chu. cawtman fawts fiwe. Poow pip is stunned. cawtmanow owo! my owo ass owo!teh cwass gasps. standude owo!kywedamn~ cawtman owo!cawtman[cawtman fawts fiwe again.] uh... Ow owo! my owo ass owo!kywedude~ he's fawting fiwe owo!stanit's teh awien anyaw pwobe. It's shooting fiwe fwom cawtman's wectum owo!cawtmannyo~ that was just a dweam. mw. Gawwisonewic~ do chu nyeed to sit owo in teh cownyew untiw youw fwaming gas is undew contwow uwu?cawtmannyo~ mw. Gawwison~ i'm fine. cawtman fawts fiwe again~ setting pip afwame. Pip wuns awound teh woom on uwu fiwe. twain station. Cows fwock owo in fwom aww awound and owo stand owo in winye~ waiting to boawd teh twain out of town. twain conductowhey~ chu cows can't get on uwu dis twain owo! dis is a peopwe twain. Chu cows have uwu nyo businyess on uwu a peopwe twain~ aww wight uwu? 'cause chu'we cows. teh cows awe aww stawing at teh conductow. twain conductownyo~ nyo~ nyo. Don't twy any of that cow hypnyosis on uwu me owo~ aww wight uwu? 'cause it's nyot gonnya wowk. officew bawbwady[dwives by wif his wights fwashing.] howd it wight dewe~ cows owo!cows spwit up and owo wun off mooing. officew bawbwadycome back hewe owo! nyow then owo! [he puwsues dem.]cafetewiacubso then i had bad~ bad gas. jasonya~ sewiouswy~ kiwwew. cawtman[cawtman fawts fiwe.] oh owo! owo! whoa~ i suwe am hungwy. stanhow can chu vore when chu'we fawting fiwe uwu?cawtmanshut up~ dude~ chu'we being totawwy immatuwe. kywehey~ wook~ dewe's wendy testabuwgew. stan[gasps.] whewe uwu?he finds himsewf wooking wight at hew. An epiphany pways whiwe heawts dance awound stan's head. Stan smiwes~ and owo it soon goes fwom eaw to eawcawtman[singing.] stan wants to ki-iss wendy testabuw-gew. stanshut up~ fat ass owo! i don't even wike hew owo!cawtmani'm nyot fat. And owo chu obviouswy wike hew because chu thwow up evewy time she tawks to chu. stani do nyot owo!wendy testabuwgewhi~ guys. kywe~ cawtmanhi~ wendy. wendyhewe~ stan. Dis is fur chu. [wendy paws stan a nyote.]stanbweech owo!wendyeww owo! [she weaves.]kywe~ cawtman[theiw eyes fowwow hew out.] bye~ wendy. kywedude~ what does teh nyote say uwu?stan[he gwances at it.] howy cwap owo! it says she wants to meet me owo at stawk's pond aftew schoow. a wook of wondew comes ovew his face. kywewhoa owo! maybe chu can kiss hew. cawtmanow swip hew teh tongue. kenny(ow wook at teh cat on uwu hew footpaws~ then touch hew.)stan[that gets his attention.] what uwu? how do chu knyow she has a cat uwu?siwence~ kenny waits to see if teh othew guys got teh message~ then waughs. Teh west fowwow~ weawizing what kenny meant. kywecome on uwu chu guys~ we nyeed to figuwe out how to get out of schoow so we can get my owo wittwe bwothew back. teh cafetewia kitchen. Chef stands behind teh countew~ weady to sewve food. Teh boys entew. chefhewwo dewe~ chiwdwen. boyshey~ chef. chefhow is chu doing uwu?kywebad. chefwhy bad uwu?kywechef~ have uwu chu evew had something happen to chu~ but nyobody bewieved chu uwu?chefoh~ chiwdwen~ chiwdwen~ that's a pwobwem we've aww had to face at some time ow anyothew. Hewe~ wet me owo sing chu a wittwe song. It might cweaw things up. i'm gonnya make wuv to chu womangonnya way chu down by teh fiweand owo cawess youw womanwy bodymake chu moooooan and owo pewspiwegonnya--stanuh~ chef uwu?chef--get dose juices fwowin'--stanchef. chef--we'we makin' wuv gwavy--stanchef owo!chef--wove gwavy~ wovewovewovewovewove gwavih owo!stan[shouts woud enyough fur chef to heaw] chef owo! owo! owo!chefwuv wuh--huh uwu?siwence. Kenny nyods towawds kywe. chefdo chu feew bettew uwu?kywenyo owo!chefoh~ come on uwu chiwdwen~ what couwd be so bad uwu? it's sawisbuwy steak day. stanvisitows took kywe's baby bwothew. chefwhat uwu? owo!chef tosses a food tway aside and owo wuns to teh othew side of teh countew. chefwhat teh hecc do chu think chu'we doing owo in schoow eatin' sawisbuwy steak uwu? owo! go find him~ damn it owo!kywemw. Gawwison won't wet us out of schoow. He thinks we'we making it up. cawtmanchu is making it up. cawtman fawts mowe fiwe~ teh anyaw pwobe pops out~ moves awound and owo puts its metaw awms on uwu its hip~ wooking annyoyed at cawtman's detewminyation that it didn't happen. stanwhoa owo!teh pwobe goes back into cawtman's ass. cawtmanwhat uwu?kywethat was coow owo!chefit's uh some kind of symbiotic~ metamowphosis device. cawtman tuwns about so chef can check out teh pwobe. chefdis couwd mean teh visitows want to communyicate wif us. cawtman[tuwnying to face chef~ testiwy.] oh~ i see. Nyow chu'we going to join owo in on uwu teh wittwe joke huh uwu?chefit's nyo joke~ chiwdwen~ dis is big owo!kywepwease~ chef~ if i don't get out of schoow and owo get my owo wittwe bwothew back fwom teh awiens~ my owo pawents awe gonnya disown me owo. chefuuh~ howd on uwu nyow~ howd on uwu nyow. [to himsewf.] uhyouyouyou chu gotta hewp teh chiwdwen. cawtmanoh~ chu guys suwe awe going a wong ways to twy and owo scawe me owo. I want my owo sawisbuwy steak owo!chef[puwwing on uwu teh fiwe awawm] fiwe dwiww owo! fiwe dwiww owo! evewybody out owo! [to teh boys.] okay chiwdwen~ dis is youw chance owo!stankiwwew owo! thanks~ chef. chefmahahahahan oh man~ fiwst contact wif teh awien visitows. I've got to get mysewf weady. teh boys' nyeighbowhood. boys[singing.]we got out of schoow~nyo mowe schoow today~we got out of schoow... cawtman~ intewwupting teh song wif a fiewy fawt. cawtmanoh owo! owo! chu guys~ my owo ass~ sewiouswy..Owo!stanokay~ cawtman~ chu can stop fawting fiwe nyow. cawtmani wouwd if i couwd~ chu son of a bitch owo!kyweokay~ so how do we get my owo wittwe bwothew back uwu?cawtmanuh—wouwd chu stop going on uwu about youw wittwe bwothew uwu? i knyow it was just a dweam~ i knyow i didn't have uwu an anyaw pwobe~ and owo i knyow that i'm nyot undew awien contwow owo!a wadio wave stwikes cawtman and owo he gets big bwushy cheeks and owo stawts to sing. cawtmani wuv to singa~about teh moonya and owo junye-a and owo teh spwinga~i wuv to singa~about a sky of bwue-a ow a tea fur two-a... a second wadio wave wevewts him to nyowmaw and owo aww is quiet. Good boys bawk owo in teh backgwound. stanwhat teh hecc was that uwu?kywehe is undew awien contwow. That thing owo in his butt is winked up to teh visitows owo!cawtmanah~ son of a bitch owo!cawtmanchu guys~ shut up. I'm nyot undew awien contwow. kywe awoos into cawtman's eaw. His voice echoes. kywehey owo!cawtmanuh... kyweif chu visitows can heaw me-teh voice echoes owo in cawtman's head. cawtmanhey... kywe-bwing me owo back my owo wittwe bwothew~ god damnyit owo!cawtmanow owo! [faces kywe.] that huwts~ chu buttwickew owo!stan nyotices a spaceship hovewing ovewhead. stankywe~ wook owo! it's dem. kywegive me owo back my owo bwothew owo!kywe thwows a wock at teh spaceship. It fiwes back wif a fwash of wight~ hitting kenny and owo knyocking him into teh woad. stanoh my owo god owo! dey've kiwwed kenny owo!kywechu bastawds owo! come back hewe owo! coomme baack owo!teh spaceship weaves. kywedamn it~ we wewe so cwose owo!stanhey wook~ [kenny gets up.] i think kenny's okay. kenny(don't wowwy~ i'm awwight. Awgh owo!)teh fweeing cows wun ovew kenny. stanowww. kenny[he gets up again.] (nyope~ i'm aww fine. Agh owo!)officew bawbwady mows him down wif his powice cwuisew. Kenny ends up awong teh cuwb~ wifewess. Teh boys appwoach. stanwow~ poow kenny. kywenyow do chu bewieve us~ cawtman uwu?cawtmannyo owo!kywecawtman~ dey kiwwed kenny owo!cawtmanhe's nyot dead. standude~ kenny is dead owo!stan picks up a stick and owo hits kenny's bwoody body. stansee uwu?cawtmanshut up~ chu guys. kywehe's dead~ cawtman owo!kywe puwws kenny's head off his body. cawtmangod damn it~ i didn't have uwu an anyaw pwobe owo! [he wawks off.] scwew chu guys~ i'm goin' home. kywego on uwu and owo go home~ chu fat chicken owo!cawtman[off scween.] diwdo owo!kywechu'we aww i have uwu weft~ stan. stansowwy~ dude. I gotta go meet wendy testabuwgew. kywechu can't owo! poow ike must be so scawed~ up dewe aww awone. Chu gotta hewp me owo~ dude owo!wats feast upon kenny's body. standude~ wike chef says~ i've gotta get a piece of wovin' whiwe teh gettin's hot. [he huwwies away.]wats dwag kenny's head off. kywewats. cawtman's house. wiane cawtmanhewwo~ ewic. cawtmanhi~ mom. wianehow is chu doing uwu?cawtmanweww~ i'm pissed off owo!wianehewe~ i made chu powdewed donyut pancake suwpwise. cawtmani don't want powdewed donyut pancake suwpwise. Aww teh cubs at schoow caww me owo fat owo!wianechu'we nyot fat~ chu'we big boned. cawtmanthat's what i said. wianechu can have uwu an eensy weensy nommed~ can't chu uwu?cawtmannyo owo!wianejust a weensy eensy woo woo uwu?cawtmannyo~ weave me owo awone mom owo! [he wawks past hew.]wianehow about a nyice chocowate chicken pot pie~ then uwu?cawtman[he stops owo in his twacks.] what uwu? weww~ that does sound pwetty good. he wetuwns to sit on uwu teh sofa whiwe his mom goes off to get teh pie. cawtmanuh~ mom uwu?wianeyes~ hon uwu?cawtmanif anybody cawws ow comes ovew~ i'm nyot hewe~ okay uwu?wianesuwe~ hon. Chu want some cheesy poofs~ too uwu?cawtman is owo in disbewief she even asked. cawtmanyeah~ i want cheesy poofs. stawk's pond. Kywe decided to join stan. kyweweww~ it wooks wike she's nyot going to show up~ stan. Wet's go wook fur teh visitows nyow. stanbut hew nyote said she'd be hewe. wendy appeaws out of nyowhewe. wendyhi~ stan. stanbweech owo!wendyeww owo!kywechu can't tawk to stan~ wendy. He thwows up when chu do. wendybut why~ stan uwu?stan twies to howd it owo in. stanbweech owo!wendyeww owo!kywewook~ can chu guys just get down to businyess so we can go find my owo wittwe bwothew uwu?wendy[tuwns to kywe.] huh uwu?kywejust make sweet wuv down by teh fiwe. wendywhat happened to youw wittwe bwothew uwu?cawtman's house. Cawtman is on uwu teh sofa watching tv. nyews wepowtewas teh wepowts of ufo sightings incwease~ mowe mystewious cwop ciwcwe pattewns awe appeawing owo in fiewds aww awound south pawk. Dese cwop ciwcwes~ when viewed fwom above~ fowm stwange pattewns. a pwane ciwcwes awound a fiewd wif odd pattewns on uwu it~ and owo a camewaman pans out to weveaw teh outwine of cawtman. cawtmanhey~ that kind of wooks wike... Tom sewweck. nyews wepowtewcouwd it be that awiens awe twying to make contact wif us~ hewe on uwu eawth uwu?mw. Kittymeow. nyoticing mw. Kitty eyeing his pot pie. cawtmannyo~ kitty~ dis is mah pot pie. mw. Kittymeow. cawtmannyo~ kitty~ chu bad kitt-- owo!mw. Kittymeow. cawtmannyo~ kitty~ it's mah pot pie owo!kitty hisses. cawtmanmom owo! kitty's being a diwdo owo!wiane peeks owo in suggestivewy. wianeweww~ then. I knyow a cewtain kitty-kitty who's sweeping wif mommy tonyight. cawtman[confused.] what uwu?stawk's pond. Kywe is expwainying what happened to his wittwe bwothew. kywe...and owo nyow i have uwu to go home without him and owo my owo pawents awe going to have uwu me owo kiwwed. wendyweww~ why don't chu go get teh fat cub uwu?kywewhy uwu?wendyweww~ if teh fat cub has something impwanted owo in his ass~ maybe teh visitows awe using him as pawt of theiw pwan. Chu shouwd use teh fat cub as bait to bwing dem back. kywehey. Chu'we wight~ wendy. Come on uwu~ stan~ we have uwu to go get cawtman. [he moves out.]wendycome on uwu~ stan. [she wawks past him~ fowwowing kywe.]stanbweech owo!wendyeww owo! [she wawks away.]stanhey~ wait. When do i get to make sweet wuv uwu?a biwd fwies into his puke and owo stawts waddwing awound owo in it. cawtman's house~ a showt time watew. mw. Kittymeow. cawtmannyo~ kitty~ chu can't have uwu any owo!mw. Kittymeow. cawtmannyo~ kitty~ dis is mah pot pie owo! bad kitty-- owo!cawtman fawts fiwe~ setting teh cat abwaze. cawtmaneh~ 'scuse me owo~ kitty. wiane entews teh woom wif kywe~ stan~ and owo wendy. wianeewic~ wook who's hewe. cawtmandude~ weak mom. kywecome on uwu ewic~ we can go pway at teh bus stop. cawtmani can't~ my owo mom said... wianethat's okay~ ewic~ i think chu nyeed to go spend time wif youw wittwe fwiends. cawtman[quietwy.] but mom~ i don't want to spend time wif my owo wittwe fwiends--wiane[stewn.] don't be difficuwt~ ewic owo! nyow~ chu go out and owo pway owo in teh fun snyow. cawtmangod damn it owo!mw. Kitty then wuns by owo in fwames. fowest at nyight. Cawtman's wight footpaw is tied to a twee. cawtmanchu guys~ i have uwu to get home. standon't be such a fwaidy-cat~ cawtman. Dis wope wiww make suwe dey can't take chu on uwu boawd again. cawtman tugs his footpaw testing teh wope. cawtmanoh~ man~ dis sucks. kywehow come teh visitows awen't coming fur him uwu?stani think we have uwu to signyaw dem somehow. cawtman[cawtman fawts fiwe.] ow owo!wendyhey~ he's wike wudowph. kyweyeah owo! aww chu have uwu to do is fawt some mowe~ cawtman~ and owo teh visitows awe suwe to come owo!cawtmanweawwy uwu? uh~ i don't think i have uwu to fawt anymowe tonyight. kywesuwe chu do owo!stancome on uwu cawtman~ fawt owo!cawtmani don't wannya. stan[to kywe and owo wendy.] he can't howd it owo in fowevew. kywefawt~ damn chu owo!cawtmanokay~ that's does it owo! nyow wisten owo! why is it that evewything today has invowved things eithew going owo in ow coming out of my owo ass uwu? owo!fawts. An anyaw pwobe comes out of his butt and owo expands. cawtmani'm sick of it owo! it's compwetewy immatuwe. stanhey~ it's happenying again. teh pwobe is nyow a wawge satewwite dish. kywewhoa~ wook at that. stannyow~ do chu bewieve us~ cawtman uwu?cawtmanchu guys can't scawe me owo owo! i knyow chu'we making it aww up. stancawtman~ dewe's a 80-foot satewwite dish sticking out of youw ass owo!cawtmansuwe~ chu guys~ what-evew. teh dish sends a wadio signyaw out to space. chef's yawd. He's sitting owo in a wawn chaiw wif a can of zoop owo in his paw. An igwoo coowew is nyext to him. chefoh~ boy. Teh awiens awe going to make fiwst contact. Hey~ down hewe~ we awe weady fur youw wisdom owo! [he wooks at his watch.] and owo chu've onwy got 20 minyutes befowe sanfowd and owo son is on uwu. fowest. cawtmanchu guys~ i am sewiouswy getting pissed off wight nyow owo! i knyow dewe is nyo such things as awiens owo!thwee smaww ships descend~ fowwowed by a mothew-ship. cawtmanoh~ god damn it owo!mw. Gawwison[dwiving by~ he stops.] what teh uwu? i teww chu~ dewe's some cwazy stuff going on uwu owo in dis town. mw. Hatchu can say that again~ mw. Gawwison. stancome down hewe~ chu stinking awiens owo! [thwee visitows appeaw.]kyweuh~ uh... stango on uwu~ kywe~ ask 'em fur youw wittwe bwothew back. kywevi~ visitows~ dis mownying chu took my owo bwothew~ ike. He's teh wittwe fweckwed cub that wooks wike a footbaww. At fiwst~ i was happy chu took him away. But i've weawned something today. That having a wittwe bwothew... i- is a pwetty speciaw thing. stanyeah. kyweah~ hecc~ mw. Visitows~ i'm just a cub aww awone owo in dis cwazy wowwd~ but if chu couwd find it owo in youw heawts ow whatevew chu have uwu~ to give my owo bwothew back to me owo~ it suwe wouwd make my owo wife bwightew again. stanthat was beautifuw~ dude. kywedid it wowk uwu?stannyo~ dey'we weaving. kywehey~ chu scwawny-eyed shits~ what teh fluff is wwong wif chu uwu? owo! chu must be some kind of fluffing asshowe to be abwe to ignyowe a cwying cub owo!stanwhoa~ dude owo!kywechu knyow what chu fuckews wike owo! chu wike to fluff owo! and owo shit owo! and owo fluff owo! and owo fluff owo! and owo fluff owo! and owo fluff owo!stanhey wendy~ what's a fluff uwu? [she shwugs.]teh spaceship doow opens. ikehewp me owo doy taiw. kyweike~ jump down~ nyow owo! fur teh wuv of god~ ike~ jump owo!ikedon't huwt me owo. a hewd of cows wuns away fwom teh ship~ but a twio of visitows stops dem owo in theiw twacks. Teh cows moo and owo quivew wif feaw untiw teh middwe visitow waises its paw and owo addwesses dem. visitowmoo... Moo...Moo...Moo... (gweetings~ cows of eawth. We come owo in peace.)cowsmoo uwu? uwu? (weawwy uwu? uwu?)kywecome on uwu~ ike owo! i pwomise i'ww be nyice to chu fwom nyow on uwu owo!ikedon't kick teh baby. visitowmoo moo~ moo. Moo moo~ moo. Moo. (we have uwu expewimented wif aww teh beings of eawth~ and owo we have uwu weawned that chu is teh most intewwigent and owo wise.)cawtmanwhat teh hecc awe dey tawking about uwu?cowmoo moo uwu? (why did chu tuwn some of us inside out uwu?)visitowmoo moo~ moo. Moo. (oh~ that was caww's fauwt. He's nyew.)visitow cawwmoo...moo...moo. (yeah~ sowwy about that. My owo bad owo!)kyweike owo!visitowmoo moo. Moo moo. Moo. (take dis device. It is a gift fwom us.)teh cows wook at each othew and owo moo owo in agweement. kyweike owo! do youw impewsonyation of david cawuso's caweew owo!ikeit's my owo tuwn owo!ike dives fwom teh ship into teh snyow. Teh satewwite goes back into cawtman's butt. visitowmoo moo. Moo moo. (faweweww cows~ peace be wif chu owo!)teh visitows disappeaw. Teh spaceship puwws cawtman up but teh wope keeps him gwounded. cawtmanchu guys~ get me owo down fwom hewe owo!he fawts fiwe~ buwnying teh wope. Teh twactow beam takes him into teh ship and owo teh spaceship fwies away. cawtmanow owo! hewp owo! sons o' bitches owo! diwdos owo!stanphew~ i'm suwe gwad that's ovew wif. kyweyeah. Boy~ am i gwad to see chu~ ike. ikeoh~ he fwy out teh sky. chef's yawd. chefwait~ whewe is chu going~ awien visitows uwu? come back owo!a bwonde awwives wif a bwunyette. bwondeweww~ chef~ whewe's dis amazing thing chu wewe going to show us. chefweww~ it's owo in teh bedwoom~ wadies. Come on uwu owo in. fowest. kywecome on uwu~ ike~ we can make it just owo in time fur dinnyew. [they weave.]stanthanks fur youw hewp~ wendy. wendywhatevew~ dude. stanhey~ i didn't thwow up. wendycoow owo!she's happy nyow. Dey both wook at each othew wike dey'we going to kiss~ and owo that music pways again. Wendy puckews up. Stan gets queasy. stanbweech owo!he bawfs wight on uwu hew face. wendyeww owo!stansowwy. wendyhey~ wook. A fwench fwy. stancoow. wendyand owo what is that uwu?stani think it's pawt of a cheesy poof. chef's song stawts up and owo teh camewa puwws away. wendyhey~ what's that uwu?stanthat's uummm... a hambuwgew fwom... that's fwom~ wike~ two days ago. wendyoh hey~ what about that uwu?stani don't knyow what teh hecc that is... bus stop. stangee~ teh bus'ww be hewe any minyute~ and owo cawtman stiww isn't awound. kyweyeah~ we'we wunnying out of fwiends. stani wondew what that thing was that teh visitows gave teh cows. cows out on uwu a pastuwe. cowsmooo. officew bawbwadyha ha cows owo! i've got chu cownyewed. Wet's see chu get away nyow. one of teh cows steps on uwu teh pwate on uwu teh visitow's device. A beam fwom teh device stwikes officew bawbwady. His gwasses fwy off~ and owo cheeks become wosy. officew bawbwadyi wuv to sing-a~about teh moon-a and owo teh junye-a and owo teh spwing-a~i wuv to sing-a~about a sky of bwue-a ow a tea fur two-a... teh cows begin hopping about gweefuwwy. bus stop. Cawtman fawws out of teh sky~ wanding on uwu his side nyext to kywe and owo stan. cawtmanpuh owo!stanoh~ hey cawtman. kywewow cawtman~ teh visitows dwopped chu off just owo in time to go to schoow. cawtmanah~ man~ i had dis cwazy nyightmawe wast nyight. stanweawwy~ what about uwu?cawtmanweww~ i was standing out owo in a fiewd~ and owo i had dis huge satewwite dish sticking out of my owo butt. And owo then dewe was... hundweds of cows and owo awiens~ and owo then i went up on uwu teh ship and owo scott baio gave me owo pinkeye. stanthat wasn't a dweam~ cawtman. That weawwy happened. cawtman[sawcasticawwy.] oh wight~ [mattew of factwy.] why don't i have uwu pinkeye then uwu?kywecawtman~ chu do have uwu pinkeye owo!cawtmanahh~ son of a bitch owo!end of cawtman gets an anyaw pwobe
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In the Underworld a portal opened up, and out of stepped a young boy. The boy was skeletal. Nothing but bone, other than the brown hair embedded in his skull. He was wearing a dark gray, almost blue looking hoodie with matching pants, and black sneakers with gray swirls. On the sleeves of his outfit and pant legs were plaid patches forming a pattern. His hands were covered by black fingerless gloves. The palms of his gloves and the bottoms of his sneakers had stickers of the Scottish flag. 
He said, "Alright. Coast is clear." He lifted his arms and helped out a young lady. This young lady had short blonde hair, held in place by a black headband. She was wearing a dark gray leotard, with a black shawl over it. Over that was a black collar with a sk
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    At night, the streets of Lower Town were quiet. Not completely quiet – there was still the low murmur of secret deals made after midnight, of men wandering the streets after drinking too much to find their way home, of couples in their beds. But it was a stark contrast to Lower Town’s usual noisy, overcrowded daytimes.
    Isandro, one of the inhabitants of the Lower Town, took the time to enjoy that near silence, perched precariously on the roof of his house. Every night he would climb the wild vines that traced up the side of his family’s home, a small bag thrown over his shoulder, and settle on the loosely attached shingles. From the bag, he’d take whatever activity he’d chosen for that night – a book to read, a sketchpad to draw on, or maybe just a snack to eat.
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As the sun began to set upon a battlefield of fallen comrades, I laid there on the chilled sand, with blood from my chain mail staining it. I laid there, peering up at the sky. How did it come to this? I had slaughtered former brethren, in the name of my god. But… Is this what God would want? I pondered this question as my body started to chill. I raised up ever so slowly, my body aching as I did. I stood, looking around, seeing the bloodshed and decay that had been left in the desert. Then I saw a nearby village.
I headed towards the village, hungry and thirsty as I traversed the rough desert landscape. As I arrived at the decently sized village made up of brickwork, I noticed people were giving me odd looks. Was it my armor? Or maybe it was the blood staining a cloth I wore around my neck. Maybe both. Regardless, I got strange looks. I attempted to purchase food at a nearby food stall, but I didn’t have enough copper, and so I simply approached a brick wall, and sat down.
As I do, I look around some more, before I begin to give in to my exhaustion. Right as I close my eyes, I hear a voice. “Hey!” The noise catches my attention, and I look up. I see a woman peering at me from over a wall. “What’s with the armor?” She asks. Before I even gather the energy to reply, she speaks again. “That’s kinda odd honestly. Don’t see soldiers around here much. Were you in that battle that happened earlier out in the desert by chance?” She said with a curious stare. As she asked this, I raised up more, while she waited for a reply.
When I finally got myself off the ground, I spoke. “Yeah. I-I was.” I said as I rubbed my eyes. “Cool. Never met a soldier who actually fought before. Most we see are just traveling. Why’d you get left behind?” She asked. I responded. “I was… Was knocked unconscious by an enemy. Guess they forgot to check if I was even alive still. Woke up a bit ago.” I said as I stretched. She looked at me. “Huh. Maybe they just… Were wanting to pursue the fleeing enemy really badly?” I look at her briefly. “Maybe.” Then I looked away. The two of us sat there for a bit, neither of us seeming to know how to continue this line of conversation. Then the woman broke the silence. “So, what’s your name mister?” I hadn’t expected her to ask this, so it took me a moment to respond. “I’m Erza. Erza Horowitz.” I say. She replied immediately. Once she climbed over the wall to stand in front of me, she responded. “I’m Esther Cohen. Call me Es though!” She says.
I thought to myself for a moment. “Why is she getting so buddy buddy with me? I’m no one important.” I eventually responded. “Nice to meet you Es.” I say. I felt guilty for the next thing I said. More of a question really. “Is there anything to eat here that’s free?” Thinking back on this, makes my cheeks glow a red shade. But she responded. “Yeah. I can tell you’re hungry. Back at my home, there’s plenty to eat. My house is that way.” She said as she pointed to a nearby house. “Come on.” She told me, extending her hand to grasp for mine. I reluctantly grabbed her hand, and she guided me there. I questioned this too, I had not felt such kindness in some time.
Once we arrived at the house, Esther opened the door, showing me inside. She then took the cloth around my neck and placed it on a rack. I looked around inside. The house was a single room. It had a chimney next to the dinner table. She guided me to a chair, sitting me at the table. “I’ll have food cooked soon.” She said. As she dug through her cupboard to get the food to cook, she began to ask more questions to make conversation. Or maybe it was to curb her own curiosity. “So… Where are you from?” She asked. I responded promptly. “Up north. Where I’m from it’s more chilly than it is here. Hard to adapt to the heat. It’s a more familiar feeling towards night though. So that’s a plus I guess.” I said. “I see…” she said. “What about your home life? Sorry if I’m prying.” I responded. “I have a wife at home. Waiting for me.” She froze for a moment. “Oh, you’re married?” “I am.” I said. “She’s pregnant at the moment too. Maybe I’ll be able to make it back eventually. What about you?”
She found what she’s looking for in the cupboard. “I… Had a husband. He’s… Not around anymore.” I realized what this meant. “I-I’m sorry for bringing it up.” I said. After this, we both didn’t speak for a while. Guess neither of us knew how to continue this conversation. The silence felt awkward. But it’s to be expected after such a bombshell got dropped. “It’s fine.” Esther said after some time. By this point, she already had food on the stove. “Okay…” I replied, still feeling bad for what happened. “So…” I said. “What are you fixing?”
“Just some noodles. I’ve had them for a while, but didn’t know when I’d fix them. So decided to just make them to put them to use.” Esther said. “Listen, no need to feel bad for bringing up anything. I’d have to talk about it eventually. And you didn’t know. So it’s fine. Really.” I stopped once I heard her say this. “I-I see. Thank you. Genuinely.” We continued to sit in silence, but her saying this, lifted the weight off of me. The guilt I felt. At least some of it. After some time, my exhaustion began to catch up to me. I sat there, yawning and stretching some, and I suppose Esther noticed. “Maybe you should just go to bed. You’re really tired I can tell. I can keep the food till the morning for you. Okay?” She said. I replied. “Thank you Es. For everything. Giving me a place to stay, and good to eat. Thank you.” I then stood up, walking over to a ladder. Climbing up it, brought me to the loft, or sleeping area. I put a blanket on the floor, and laid down. Eventually succumbing to the exhaustion. And falling to sleep.
I opened my eyes the next morning and as I raised up, and saw Esther wasn’t anywhere to be seen. I thought to myself, “Maybe she has work to do or something.” I climbed back down the ladder, and saw food setting on the table in a container, which I suppose was to keep it fresh. I cracked it open, and began to eat. The first food I had eaten in over a day. I gorged myself like I probably had never done. Finally, I filled myself up, and was totally satisfied. I then saw my cloth, which Esther had placed on a rack by the door, was missing. Upon seeing this, I decided to step outside. I walked to the door, and it creaked open. Ever so slowly, I stepped outside. Covering my eyes as they had to adjust to the increased light of the outside. After making it outside, I looked around. Kids ran around the town, playing, and vendors in the nearby market had their stalls opened.
All while looking around, I was wondering where the cloth had gone. I heard sounds of water around the corner of the house, and walked in that direction to investigate. Upon peeking around the corner, I saw Esther on her knees in front of a washtub, scrubbing the cloth. Seemingly trying to remove the blood which has stained it. I stand there for a moment, before Esther notices me. “Oh! You’re awake!” She said, “Yeah, I am.” I responded. “I see you’re trying to wash the cloth.” This catches her attention. She lifts it out of the water. “Oh, yeah! Hahaha! I uh… Just saw the bloodstain, and decided to try and clean it before you wake up. A way to surprise you I guess…” She said, smiling nervously. “But, clearly I failed, because you already have woken up.” This catches me off guard. “Oh no no no!” I said. “You’re fine! This is plenty enough of a surprise! No need to beat yourself up about it! Thank you.”
After I said this, her face was aglow again. “I see. I’m glad.” I could tell it relieved her. She continued to wash as I simply stood there for some time. I looked around as I did. Seeing passerby walk passed, I saw a guard walking through town, I assume on patrol. This made me a tad fidgety. I kept my eyes on the guard, and I saw him walk to a fellow guard after glancing over briefly, they then walk in the direction opposite of us, Together. I wondered why they were, and I looked at Esther. She noticed. “What? What’s wrong?” She asked. I didn’t know what to tell her though. So I said, “Nothing. I’m just… I don’t know.”
After this, I stopped leaning against the wall, and I walked away, going inside of the house. I sat down against the door inside, and could feel my heart pumping. “God… What am I doing?” I ask myself as I look up at the ceiling. “This is just… Moronic!“ I said as I pounded the ground a bit. “Why am I acting this way?” Just then, someone knocked at the door, and asked me to open it. “Who is it?!” I yelled. “Imperial guard, please open the door.” An unrecognizable voice said. I stood, and reluctantly, I obliged. I opened the door, and a man with a full beard walked in. “W-why are you here?” I said, nervousness being noticeable in my voice. “Nothing really. It’s mostly a routine search.” The man said, as he looked around the house. “By chance…” he said. “Are you a member of the recent war?” He presumably noticed my armor.
This got my heart racing even faster. “Yeah… I was.” I said. “Huh. What brings you here I wonder?” I wondered why he would ask that. “I-I got left behind. I was knocked out in the nearby battle that happened out in the desert. Guess they forgot to check if I was alive. I woke up yesterday, and everyone was gone.” I said carefully. “Hm…” he continued to look around. “I see. One thing doesn’t line up though. As long as the soldier is still able, they are to remain in ranks. You seem fine to me. Why haven’t you gone to catch up with your unit?” He asked me, skepticism flowing off of him. I promptly responded. “I was hungry, and in the desert it gets surprisingly cold at night. So… I decided to stay here overnight. Plus, I was tired…” I said. “Okay…” he said. “Sorry for my prying. I was just curious.” He reached out to shake my hand, and I did. Then, just as quickly as he arrived, he walked out the door, waving as he left. I closed the door afterwards, and I fell to my knees, feeling an overwhelming sense of relief.
At that moment, Esther entered the house. “Where did that soldier go? He asked where you went, so I assumed he wanted to talk to you.” I looked up at her. “Oh, yeah. We talked… I guess. But not for too long. He left a moment ago.” As I said this, she lifts up her arms to show me the cloth. “Well, in any case,” she said. “I’m done washing it.” She said while she smiled. I stood, and grabbed it from her. “Thank you.” I said. “I think I might need to leave sometime soon.” This caught Esther off guard. “Really? Why?” She asked. “I just… I just need to. Is there anywhere I can get other clothes?” This peaked her attention. “Clothes? Yeah. Hold on for a moment.” She stood, walking over to a cupboard. She opens it, and takes some clothes out of it.
She then walked back over, and placed them on the table in front of me. “These were… My husbands. You can have them though.” She said. “Oh… Thank you.” I replied. I stood up, and walked over to the ladder, climbing into the loft for privacy, in order to change. I removed my armor and placed it on the ground. I then start to put the clothes on. “Hey, Es.” I said to Esther. “You can keep my armor I suppose. Can’t lug it around everywhere.” She responded. “Oh, okay!” I finish dressing, and climb back down. “Thanks for these clothes.” I said. “I have to get food ready.” Esther said. She then stood, and looked through the cupboard, and found soup. She began getting things ready on the stove, and she began to speak. “So… Why did you run in here so suddenly? Then shortly after, that imperial guard wanted to speak with you…” This caught me off guard. “I… I was just scared.” I pondered If I should tell her the truth.
I spoke. “Um… You know how I said I was left behind after the battle? That’s what I told the guard too. But… It’s not totally true. I wasn’t knocked unconscious. I faked it. I want to return home… And I don’t totally agree with the war either. I was forced to sign up and serve.” I said. She looked at me with a mixture of shock and confusion. “I-I see… So um… You didn’t want to fight?” She asked. I then answered, and the look I received, I will never forget. “No. I didn’t.” I said. “I’m not much of a killer I guess.” From the beginning of school, we were taught of our nation a lot, and taught that it’s our duty to uphold the prosperity and virtue of the nation. If we are told to die for the nation, we do. So most of us are very nationalistic. So it’s no surprise that Esther had a look as though I murdered someone right in front of her. In this case, the victim was our nation. Esther’s look faded, and she spoke. “I-I see. Well, I’m going to get some food in the market. Please, wait for a bit. I’ll be back to cook dinner.” She then exited the house.
It took some time for her to return, what seemed like ages. So I decided to step out, and I looked around. I walked over to the market to look for her, and she wasn’t anywhere in sight. The vendors looked at me, likely wondering what I was doing. My fear that she went to tell the guard started to set in. I stormed away, and back inside the house. I sat there against the door for a good moment. Then, I walked to the ladder, and climbed up to the loft. I looked around, I undressed, and began putting my armor on. I slipped it on, and grabbed my sword, which I strapped to my side. I climbed back down, and put a chair in front of the door.
Around this time, I heard a knock at the door. And someone spoke. “Open the door, imperial guard.” I heard the doorknob jiggle, and the door wouldn’t open. It was locked, and a chair was placed in front of it. I stayed silent. When he received no answer, the guard began bashing the door. I walked over to a place beside the door. He finally bashed the door clean open. And when he did, I drew my sword, and stabbed him through the gut. Another guard was there, and ran over, drawing his own sword. I removed my sword from the first guard, and the other one reached me, he slashed at me, but I blocked it with my sword. Our swords grazed one another, and after slashing, I recovered from my swing before he did, and I jabbed at him, hitting him in the stomach. My sword went through the front of his stomach, and out of his back. The viscera stained the ground.
I removed my sword, and I saw Esther standing there. She had backed against a wall in the street, and screamed. “Ahhh!” I gave her a dirty look, and she had a look of pure terror. Knowing that more guards would be upon us soon due to Esther’s scream, I turned away, sheathed my sword, and ran down the street. I eventually reached the end, with nothing but desert in front of me. I turned back, and I could see more guards reaching Esther, and seeing the scene inside the house. So I ran out into the desert.
I ran for quite some time, before I eventually had reached a large cave in a cliff face. I walked in, and gained a shield from the burning sun. The sun had begun to go down, and I laid down. I looked up at the ceiling of the cave, and I thought to myself. “Why do things always turn out this way?” I asked myself, as I rubbed my hands on my face. “Always… The blood.” I looked at my blood stained hands. Then, I turned on my side, and I ever so slowly drifted off to sleep.
The next morning came, and I woke up, my back aching from the rough terrain of the cave. I sat up and looked around. I stood, and decided I needed to continue traveling. Desertion was punishable by death itself, and I had stabbed two men. So guards were likely in pursuit. So, I stretch, and bean yet another trek across the desert landscape. The sand dunes piling high, and the sun bearing down. This day was more humid than the previous, making it hard to breathe, but I managed.
I walked through the desert for some time, with no one around. Except in the distance, I could see the faint image of a village. I thought that maybe I could seek refuge for a bit there. As I approached, this village wasn’t quite as large as the last. But all I needed was some food, and a place to stay if possible. However I also realized the direness of the situation made it plausible that my pursuers could be hot on my trail. So I was thinking maybe I could stay for a short time, then get back to moving.
I looked around the town, and saw a small market stall, the only big one in the entire village. I walked over, and saw a man standing inside the stall to sell. “Um… Hello?” I said, and the man looked at me. “So… Do you have anything I can buy to eat?” I asked. He nodded, and spoke. “Of course. I have meat, vegetables, and bread if you don’t have too much. You seem to be a traveler, so bread is my suggestion.” I looked into my hand, and I was holding a couple of coins I had. “How much could I get for this?” I asked. “Nothing.” He replied. “But, I can see you are hitting hard times, so.., I can offer a loaf of bread if you’ll give me that.” He said. “Thank you…” I said as I grasped the bread from his hand, and began to eat it then and there. “Hungry are we? Haha.” He said.
I continued to eat, and eventually finished. “Thank you for that.” I said. He smiled. “No need to worry. So where are we headed?” He asked. I looked at him. “Well, I’m trying to get home.” I said. Just then, I noticed some guards walk into town. “Oh no.” I said. I backed away from the stall, and began to run. As I did, I heard a voice in the back. “There he is!” He said, having spotted me. I ran back out into the desert, and continued until I got winded. I had run up a hill that looked over the village, and I turned. Looking back down. “They’re… Gasp! Closer than I thought they were…”
I looked over the hill away from the village, and saw a decently sized oasis. “Water…” I said. I slowly moved down the hill towards it, and I got on my knees after reaching the side. I drank from it, then I washed my hands off, and splashed it on my head to chill off. I then stood, and continued moving to hopefully lose the guards.
As I continued fleeing, night approached. I wanted to rest, but knew that I couldn’t. That encounter with the guards in the village really made it clear how close on my tail they were. So I fought off my desire to rest. As I turned back once I climbed a towering dune, in the distance, I could see a faint light. Which I deduced to being my pursuers. I turned back around, and continued. My legs began to ache, and I had to slow some to rest at least a little. Because if they caught me, I wouldn’t go down without a fight.
I thought about what my wife was doing. “I’m a moron…” I thought. “If I hadn’t tried to desert, I may have had a chance to survive.” Then, I gritted my teeth, and clenched my fists. “No!” I thought to myself. “I will get back to them! Whatever it takes…” I kept marching through the desert, as the stars were shining overhead. Dust and sand began to blow as I came against gusts of wind. I knew what this meant. This was the precursor to a sand storm. I lifted my cloth over my mouth to mask it from any kick up of sand. The wind grew more violent eventually, and the sand blew harder and harder. I knew I had to find shelter. And I hoped that the wind and sand would stall my pursuers.
As I walked, I looked around to try and scour the landscape for shelter. Around this time, I saw another cave on a cliff side. I crept inside, moving slowly due to the aching. I sat down on the dry floor, and peered out of the cave's entrance. I sat there for some time. Thinking over my choices. I once again placed my hands on my face, and groaned from exhaustion. All this running had been tiring me out a great deal. “God… If you’re out there… please. Please allow me to survive and make it back home. That’s all I ask of you. Please…” I said. My hope had begun to waiver. And somewhere deep down, I was questioning my faith. My faith in god. My faith in myself.
I laid down, still questioning myself, and praying to god. Then, I steadily fell asleep. I woke up the next morning, and I heard talking outside. I heard one voice say, “Let’s check this cave. He may have taken shelter here.” I leaped up as quick as I could without making too much noice, and quietly scurried over to a cave wall that I could hide behind. I heard them split up and go in different directions after they entered the cave. One set of footsteps came in my direction. As the guard passed by the wall, he didn’t look, and I guess he didn’t think I’d hide in such a noticeable spot. So, he walked by.
Then, I made a choice. I would dispatch each of the guards if possible. First one up, this one. I quietly creeped up from behind, drew my sword, and before he could speak, I reared my arm and sword back, and slashed. My sword tore through his neck, and went all the way through. His head promptly plopped onto the ground, and his body followed. The blood covered the cave floor. And I quietly moved away from the corpse, to move on to the next guard. I moved through a thin corridor, and steadily approached another set of footsteps that I could hear. As I tried to step up from behind and do the same I had before, I slipped up. He turned around unexpectedly, and saw me. “You! I found him!” He yelled. I tried to get rid of him, but he drew his sword, and our swords clashed.
He swung his sword after recovering, and I moved, but it was not enough, my right ear got sliced off. I flinched from the pain, but as he tried to swing again, I purposely fell to dodge it. I then got up as quick as I could, holding my right ear, or what was left rather, and I ran. The other guard arrived around this time. This one guard was more well trained and experienced than the two I had killed at Esther’s, so he was obviously a veteran. One I wasn’t sure I could win against.
As I fled, the two guards must have found the body of their friend, as they yelled, “No!” But they still persisted, and chased after me. Its a part of the military training to not waiver even when accruing losses. So as they were still pursuing after seeing that was exemplary on their part. But not good for me. Still holding the wound where my ear was, in severe pain. I eventually gained some ground, and took a moment to rest. I wrapped my cloth around my head to keep myself from bleeding too much. Then, I continued on.
I thought about the family of those I had I killed. I didn’t want to die, and wanted to get back to my family. I wondered if that’s what they wanted too. But I slapped myself, as I had more pressing matters. The guards were still in pursuit, and due to my injury slowing me down, were likely catching up. I fled for quite some time, and the wind was very strong. I could see a sand storm in the distance, rapidly approaching. As it came upon me, the sand began getting in my eyes, burning them. I had to raise my arm to cover my face. The only good thing this storm could do, is hopefully slow down the guards.
Unfortunately however, the storm didn’t slow them much. As I turned around, in the distance, I could see the two still following. They were definitely behind, but as I could see them, not by much. Eventually the storm passed, and I could stop covering my face. My pursuers picked up the pace, as had I. I continued to march on for some time. Until eventually, I had gotten tired out. And the guards were unrelenting. I knew then that it was inevitable they would catch up. I stopped, and caught my breath, letting my legs rest. The two guards eventually caught up.
“Given up, have we?” One guard said. I responded. “No… I’m not going down without fighting.” I said, as I turned towards them. “Very well.” The guard replied. “Ezra Horowitz, on behalf of the emperor and god, you are punished with death for desertion.” He told the other guard to stay back, and that he would handle it. “Honestly… I’m glad you’re not just giving up. It would be boring if you had.” He said as he drew his sword. “The name is Ethan Kravitz. It’s only right you know the name of the man who will end your life.” This was the guard who had cut my ear off. And now I was going to fight him to the death. I drew my sword to face him.
Ethan took the first swing, and I blocked with my sword. Our blades grazed one another. He recovered from his swing quicker than me. And he jabbed. I moved to the side and got a slight cut across my side. Not too deep however. “Argh!” I screamed. I took a swing, and he moved back. Due to the pain, my swing wasn’t well aimed. “Not too bad.” He said. He charged before I could recover, and took his own swing. I was able to move my sword to block however. I then swung blindly. Luckily though, due to the hast I had swung at, I slightly cut Ethan. Making him bleed. Making it clear that I could win, I recovered as quickly as possible, while Ethan wasn’t ready, and swung. He dodged, albeit barely.
He once again jabbed, and I leaped back, dodging it. I lifted my arms, holding my sword with both hands, and swung with much more force. I cut some of his hair as he dodged. I recovered, and jabbed. He dodged, but once again barely. It became clear how to win. If I don’t give him the time to attack, he can’t win, I realized that I should overwhelm him with speed. I recovered again as quickly as possible, and slashed, and this time, I cut him across the torso. He fell to his knees after the attack, dropping his sword. As I went to finish him off, the other one joined in, attacking me from the side with his sword.
I moved mine and blocked it. I was tired due to the previous fight, and tried to run. I ran away, but as I did, suddenly I got hit in the back with an arrow. “Argh!” I yelled. I fell over, unable to continue moving. As I tried to raise up, another one struck, this time in my lower back. I fell on my stomach and tried to crawl. But the pain was too much. I stopped, and grabbed one arrow. I gritted my teeth, and ripped it out. “Argh!” I yelled. Then, threw that one on the ground, then I grabbed the other, and ripped it out. It hurt even worse. I wondered why the guard hadn’t come to finish me off. But I came to the conclusion that he was likely mending Ethan’s wounds.
I crawled over to a large rock. I raised up and laid against the rock. I hurt all over, my ear, and now my side and back in two places. I looked over towards where Ethan was laying, and saw the guard caring for him. However the blood was everywhere. So I assumed Ethan would die. And so did he I suppose. I tended to his wounds, then stood and walked over to me. “He’s dead.” He said. “Congratulations. You beat him, Ezra Horowitz.” I looked at him, unable to speak. “I-I-I’m… Sorry…” I said, gathering my energy. Tears began to form. “I just wanted to get home. And I thought I had to kill it to do that… I’m sorry.” I said as tears streamed down my face.
He kneeled down in front of me. “That’s all any of us want. We want to get home. Ethan did too.” He said, looking me dead in the eyes. “There’s nothing wrong with wanting that. I’m sorry that death is the penalty for desertion. But as a guard, I have to uphold that. And you’ve murdered four people now. I’m sorry, but this has to happen. He said, as he stood and readied his sword to slash down and finish me. By this point, I had accepted my fate. And his words gave me food for thought before my death. All any of us want is to get home. However some of us take the wrong way to get that. I took the wrong way. And as I thought on this, I closed my eyes, and he slashed downward. Splitting my head in two.
Was my god real? Who’s to say. I’m not in that realm anymore. I’m in the afterlife, but not a paradise nor a hellscape like what my holy book says happens when you die. So who is to know? I sure don’t understand what’s happening. To me, it seems like a purgatory of sorts. So, I suppose that is the end of my tale. The tale of how I had felt forsaken. First by my nation, then maybe by my god. But also, by myself.
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Thanks for the join. Is there anywhere I can put like reference material? Like species and settings and character profiles or do you avoid that kind of stuff?
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You can put that in fearture folder of oringal fiction/nonfiction of you created the characters
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thank yuo for allowing me to enter the group. i will do my best to help whenever i can.
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I think i will quite a bit :) thanks
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Thanks for accepting my story! :D
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Thank you all for letting me join. :)
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Can I have some opinions I have on this poem I'm writing? I'm trying to make it a English Sonnet, and I'm kinda unsure if it is a sonnet.

Childhood is a passing memory
It passes by without any thought
No one really truly surely knows why
One day it is there the next it’s not
Laughter and happiness is all gone
Work and pain is what takes their place
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Timespylit Featured By Owner Feb 1, 2013
My iPad duzzint seem 2 want 2 download
So perhaps sumone
Can moov
The below poem too
Foelder ?
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misteryA555 Featured By Owner Feb 3, 2013  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
You have to put the poem in a deviantation and submit it
Comments cannot be put into folders
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Timespylit Featured By Owner Jan 31, 2013
In the year:3003,
All doctor,s offices
Are now needle-free,
& there is no more
Jim class at skool,
& even the pope sez
That multiple marriage is kool,&
U can,t get mayo,
Because it gives u
Mayo rage, & we are now living in the
No mayo age,win
Feelix the cat
Cartoons have bin
Colorized,& the new
Breckfast fad is water millin pies !
& algebra class has
Bin band from all skools & everyone,s
Houses now have
Swimming pools !
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misteryA555 Featured By Owner Jan 31, 2013  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
I like it! :D
You definitely have some raw talent!
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Timespylit Featured By Owner Feb 3, 2013
I,m 75 inches tall, so buildings topple win I fall ,
I was hit in the mouth with a baseballbat,
& girls doent like me because I,m too fat .
The firemen kicked down my door,
Ants are crawling on my floor,
Aldi Italian sausage tayst the best, johnsonville
Is worst then the rest, in Chicago it's colder
Then ever b-4 , & on big bang theory ,have you
Hird ,penny snore ?
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ZarinStar Featured By Owner Jan 28, 2013  Student General Artist
Shoot shoot shoot I accidentally submitted my poem in the featured folder. Sorry!
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