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Jeff X Reader: Love Is A Bloody Knife. Part Nine.Jeff X Reader: Love Is A Bloody Knife.
Part Nine:

Your p.o.v. –
I didn’t want to give him what he wanted, but I didn’t want to die, not like that – something in me broke and maybe, just maybe, he’d stick to his words. It was all I had. I’d had lost all my self-respect when our lips connected.
He dropped me like a ton of bricks – I fell to the floor, my knees scraping on the carpet. I squeezed my eyes shut to stop the tears from pouring out as I begged for my life, “I’ll do ANYTHING!” I breathed between sharp breaths.
He stopped and crouched to where I was, curled in a ball on the floor &#
First Encounter
   I first started seeing him a little after I turned six years old. I had been sitting in my wheelchair in my back yard with a wooden board stretched out on my lap. I was using it as a desk to draw on. My pencils were in a little tin soup can and my paper was piled neatly next to them on the surface in front of me. I had been doodling suns with smiley faces and dogs playing in the grass and stick children beaming up at me for several long minutes, before I somehow sensed that I was not alone.

  I had raised my head. Standing only a few feet from me, was a humanoid figure. He (I judged it to be male) was wearing a smart black business suit
Don't Touch Me (PDC) Part 1He'd been slumping around like some kind of tired prophecy for days. A frown on his brow, his cheeks pallid... like he knew something was going to go wrong.
I wish he'd warned me that it would be like this.

I guess I needed a break. The house had become to feel like the walls were pressing in on me, cold cushions mumbling threats of the future. It wasn't like I was lonely anymore, or jealous or paranoid; Pewds was there by my side, every morning and every night. But that was just it, really. He was around me so much I thought maybe he might get infected. Maybe my madness was somehow contagious. Something like that.
Either way, I had to get o
Don't Touch Me (PDC) Part 2I don’t know how I managed to get him home. He had stumbled and staggered and stopped mid-stride, as if suddenly he’d seen a crack open up in the road, gaping wide, and he’d stand there shaking his head and tugging back on his invisible restraints. His own ghosts following him again, his own mind carving apart reality.
I had glanced back at him over my shoulder as we walked, stepped over, murmuring his name in my own fear, but he could only say one thing, each and every time I got near:
“Don’t touch me.”
He was hurt, and I understood that. He had been through an ordeal I could never, ever understand. But he
MaskyXReader-1 PlanNormal P.O.V

You laid in your (f/c) Bed sheets on the floor. You stayed the night at a friends house and you both fell asleep in her bed room floor. The past month or two as been a little different for you. You have a feeling come over you when you step outside. Even when you sleep you feel as if you aren't alone. You figured this is normal and it will go away soon. But someone watched over you.

Masky's P.O.V
I sit on a tree outside of (y/n)'s friends house. My brother Hoody stayed in the bushes. Most of the time he was with me when i went out. I watched my (y/n) breathe and tossed a bit in her sleep. Her face looked adorable when she slept
Containment Breached: Scenario 1 P1"D-1956, please enter the testing area."
Those are the last words you remember.
You lie still, staring up at the shadowy ceiling. Two bloodied, skinless human hands hang in one dark corner, the thick clouds of ash obscuring their owner, but you are unfazed. An alarm wails in the distance, turned into calming music by a chorus of shouts and gunfire. At the far side of the containment chamber, someone shifts and groans in pain.
You are a D-Class at Foundation Site 19. By now, you are used to being thrust into surreal, deadly situations, but this one is different. There are no intercom voices guiding you and keeping you calm. There are no shotgun-toting, riot-armored guards waiting in the wings. This is no longer a test. Something has gone very, very wrong. The rats have chewed through the lock on their proverbial cage, and the men in charge forgot to bait the traps.
Hell is breaking loose.
Self-preservation eventually forces you to your feet, where you take stock of the situation.
CREEPY PASTA OC: The Sweet Life- Part 1The Sweet Life- Part 1

       The dew stuck upon green blades of grass as the sun rose over the side of the Earth to shine blinding rays of light onto an old worn down cottage; arriving to greet the family inside a good morning. Yvette Geschichte (meaning: a tale, like a story) was the daughter who belonged to a long line consisting of candy artists and sellers throughout her family's history since time began in a little place called Cologne, Germany. Chocolate and delicacies was their family's heart and soul so her life was very well involved with candy in many shapes and forms. Rolling out of her bed due to the sound of nature that creepe
No Escape - HetaOni Italy X Reader - Part 11“London! London, wake up!”

Voices. So many…voices…

“Maybe we should use force to wake her up…?”

“R-Russia! Put the pipe down!”

You groaned a little as you heard Britain’s startled yell, and slowly, you allowed your eyes to open, squinting as they adjusted to the dim light of the room.

“Everyone. She’s waking up,” Japan said simply, staring down at your form. You gave him a weak smile, to which he returned somewhat.

“London!” Britain yelled, rushing to your side and pulling you into his arms. You winced as you felt your head throb as it was lifte
Blind Shards Part 1Blind is the corrupter for he does not see the corruption in himself.

"So First, enlighten me about our new guest. From what I know he is different from us all but in which way? It seems that he's mute and deaf, I may even add blind judging by the fact that he's been still since you have gathered this reunion."

A growling laughter echoed in the empty hall, the first sign of life coming from the one who is known as Fifth.

"I'll explain in due time Fourth. In the meantime do me the favor and shut your mouth or should I say that I should shut my subconscious mouth?"

"Let's make this paradox even more complex shall we First? Let us explain th
The Incarnation Of Hate
Hate didn't mean to hurt the girl.
Of course she didn't.
She wanted to help.
 
Hate knew pain when she saw it. This girl was in pain.
The girl looked so sad, her face was leaking...
She looked lost, Hate knew what that felt like.
 
Hate was lost too.  
She had wandered from her home without meaning to.  
She had passed through the gates of hell and just kept walking,
and soon she had no idea where she was.  
The air was clean out here, she was used to fire and the smell of burning flesh of the damned.
Out here everything was brightly coloured, light, and smelled fresh. Hate was confused by it all.
When she first arrived she was scared.
So she had sat down on the ground, her body had started to shake and her eyes had started to sting. She had put her hands to them to try and stop the stinging. But when she pulled them away they were wet. Leaking. Hate's eyes were leaking.  
 
Just like the girls where.
 
She ha
Yesterday...and Today (Part one, Chapter one)Setting: England, 1965
Pairing: McLennon
Summary:Paul reacts badly when John spurns his advances

A piercing scream ripped through the studios of EMI, causing heads to look up and intruments to drop. "Johnny, no!" A young man screamed. He was clinging desperately to the ankle of his best friend, John, trying to get him to stay, but since John kept walking towards the door, the younger man was dragged along. It was a sight that was both comical and sad to their two bandmates, who were sitting on the leather couch in back of the room. "Paul, for the last time, no!" John said. "Now, let go of me!"

Paul was crying now. He shook his head and clun
MythologyI - Lucidity

"What do you think of this one, daddy?"

Michelle placed another of her drawings on the table, completely ignoring that there happened to be breakfast in the way of her exhibition. It was another of her dream sketches; after we moved, Sarah encouraged her to draw her dreams every morning. Apparently, it somehow helped her young mind cope with the sudden changes of being dragged halfway across the country. I didn't really understand it, honestly, but Sarah was the psychologist, not me.

Her tiny, blue eyes sparkled in the reflected light of the morning sun, searching desperately for my approval. I was exhausted - Sarah was still
Containment Breached: Scenario 1 P2Snatching up the S-Nav, you steel yourself and exit the containment chamber.
Everything outside is in shambles. Corpses litter the tile; some are shredded, some have exploded outward, others have been corroded to terrifying husks, still others have been so utterly decimated that human words fail you upon seeing them. Some lie in piles on the ground, some are strung up from the ceiling, others are crushed beneath the bulkheads, still others appear to have shot themselves and their co-workers. It is a massacre. You wish you were amongst the dead, if only to spare yourself from the coming horror.
The S-Nav points you to your first target: the observation balcony overlooking the the bulkheads. That should lead to the upper floors, where the exits are. You start following the path from your here to there, on the lookout for anything that could be of use along the way. 
You soon reach a hallway junction that allows access to some other containment chambers. As you begin to ascend throug
Dream's Insanity: Part 11Raph and RJ stared each other down for a moment.
Raph suddenly grinned.
"Hey, One eye. How you doin'?"
RJ smiled too.
Not a full grin, but a smile.
"I'm doin' ok, not as good as I could be, but..."
"Hey, aren't we all?"
Raph strode over and gave her a bro hug.
"I saw Shredder and his lackeys come through here. You guys ok?"
"Yeah, the cloaking device worked. But what are you doing here?"
The whole room relaxed and went back to their buisness.
Mikey sidled up to Peri.
"When Raph comes, it usually means trouble.
He hardly ever comes around here unless Leo's here, but we still get cautious."
"Ah. I'm glad to see that RJ stayed friends with him."
"Yeah, she doesn't blame anyone.
She mostly blames heself.
But why, we'll never know.
I'm not even sure she does, either."
Peri looked at RJ's face.
It was a little lighter than usual.
The little shadow that was always there was gone.
"Right, you guys are ok, so I'm gone."
"You sure?" RJ said.
"Yeah. I'm clearin' out before Fearless gets here. See
Dream's Insanity: Part 10Peri washed the blood off her hands.
She wished she could do that mentally, too.
It already weighed so heavily on her heart...
What she did...
Or was going to do.
"We need that cloaking device up A.S.A.P!" RJ ordered, all trace of anger gone.
"Yes, Commander."
"Yates! We bury the dead in the graveyard. We will have a proper memorial later."
"Yes, Commander."
"Everybody, go to the lower chambers, there can be no trace of human life."
Everybody started milling down again.
RJ, April, Peri and Mikey all followed after, shutting the chamber door behind them.
"These chambers are completely soundproof from above. Even so, we will be silent!" Mikey said.
"Hai, Commander." They all answered, sitting down ready for the wait.
"Peri. We need you here. They'll be around soon and you will find their minds." RJ ordered.
Peri ducked her head. "Of course..."
It was a few hours before the Foot came back.
"They're here." Peri said, hearing them.
First, the thoughts of revenge and glory filled h
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Day 4 is here.

Still running behind, but there's still 26 days left. Still, I'm coming up on a few good scenes, so that should make it up.

Enjoy.
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