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HetaCorpse Party - Chapter 3: Where are we?
It was very dark. Germany opened his eyes slowly. He noticed, that Italy lay down next to him unconsciousely. Germany saw him breathing and he thought: >Fortunately he is by my side.< Germany stood up and he needed some time untill he can look around with full contemplation.
It was clear: They were in a japanese classroom. There were two slidedoors and the wall was built in japanese style. The desks were just for one student. But how did they get there and where are the others? The building must be old: Everything was dusty and many things were destroyed. But the most decisive thing was that the ground was torn apart at many patches.
>England has much to do with Magic. I think that is why we got here... Hmm, it's too dark to barely see anything.< Germany walked to the windows. Not even one source of light seemed to illumines outside. Germany knocked at the window as he saw that they were basically painted on the wall. "No way! What is happening here? I must find out!"
S I C K . (A Slenderman Story) - Chapter 10
Blood caked to Margot's messy brown hair as the camera stayed on her. It must have remained recording while Dianne and her mother lay there unconscious... Or uncouncious and dead. Dianne hoped for the latter. She fast forwarded through the video, which remained still for quite some time. The footage up to that point was too distorted to show anything, even when Dianne had recorded the boy attacking her mother. There was no evidence to show police. Movement in the camera frame made Dianne hit play. The cracks created during the assault made it hard to see anything with much detail, but she could see someone's feet walk up to the camera and pick it up, showing the masked girl. She posted it down at the unmoving Dianne and her mother, and quickly turned to look at the entrance to the tunnel. He stood there, staring at her without eyes.
The masked girl took a couple if steps back before coughing hard, and turning to run. As she turned
Who's that man?The day had gone by quickly for Alastair who was trying to go the day without having an episode. He was walking into the living room when he stopped seeing a man in white sitting on the couch.
“Ehh Masky who’s that?” Alastair asked when Masky passed him.
“No idea he won’t talk” Masky shrugged before continuing into the kitchen. Alastair studied the man and saw his yellowish hair hung low in front of his face covering most of his mask. He saw the white material had a thin black line on it which made a large smile. Alastair noticed the man was wearing a bloody straight jacket and his arms were tied behind his back. The man was wearing blue jeans and dirty black shoes. Alastair saw the handle of a scythe sticking out of his jeans and looked him over again.
“Ali! Ali! Ali!” Insane Smiles whined tugging on his shirt.
“What?” Alastair asked looking down at the young girl.
“What’s up with the weird guy on the couch?
The House Made of Flesh - PrologueWe were arriving at our new home. My father had told me a lot about it. It was an old mansion like building in the middle of nowhere. There were no trees or even grass, just loose sand and the road to the nearby town and maybe a few dry bushes here and there. My dad looked at me over his shoulder and asked to get out of the car.
It was cold outside. I missed the birds singing in the trees. I saw my parents walk into the house. I stood there near the car and pushed my hands into my pockets. I was still upset about the whole thing because I hated new places. There was even an empty sign close by which I stared at till my dad came back and dragged me and my stuff to the house.
“Don’t worry you’ll get used to this place in no time”, dad said.
“I’m not so sure. When does the school start?” I asked.
“Soon, but don’t worry about it right now. Just help us with putting things into the right places.”
I held my breath and asked where my
Michaels killer accomplice part 33 AThings had been easier for Kalli the past few weeks. Nobody was trying to kill her... yet she also felt loneliness and was sad. The female killer had lost her close friend maybe entirely and Michael was nowhere in sight. She had been searching for them both this whole time... but got absolutely no ground in the situation.
All hope seemed lost and this girl yet refused to give up. Her mission would never be complete until the entire US Military had been crushed. Shadow would not have died in vain. Or at least she hoped the hybrid was still alive. Her and the two male slashers had endured a lot while they were together. Always fighting as a team and never giving up. But ere was still something wrong with this. Michael was a traitor. He had the dragon-boy killed. Then he attempted to kill him after the return. This last time... completely confusing.
All remnants of her handy work was missing. The leveled city in Virginia was back and nobody was dead. What had her young and loyal dragon fr
The Prodigy ch 26"What can I do for you?" The bartender asked.
Kotchiro slammed a piece of paper on the table "I'm looking for this area." The map showed a mountainous terrain, and a water fall.
The bartender leaned in "not here, meet me out back in an hour."
Kotchiro, an the rest sat waiting in the back. Things hadn't gone well for them. Over the past two years Dracon, and his forces had conquered the United States. He subdued the people with fear, and the threat of releasing "it". Kotchiro now had a scar over his left eye from an encounter with one of his battalions. Everyone kept cowls on to conceal their identities, however Kotchiro was the only one who actually had a bounty on his head.
The bartender walked out of the bar, and stood by them "The location is up to the north, if you see an old train you've gone to far."
"Let's go Kotchiro." Robin said pulling his arm.
"I think it's time you all went back."
"What!?" They said in unison.
"You can still live your lives, I'm the one who
VenganzaEn su pequeña ciudad la gente no era ferviente seguidora de decorar sus casas y calles de manera estrafalaria cuando se acercaba una festividad. Algunas incluso pasaban casi inadvertidas de no ser por la decoración obligatoria que realizaba el Ayuntamiento en avenidas y edificios públicos; fuera de eso, las casas se adornaban de un modo tan sencillo que hasta la decoración de Halloween podía permanecer hasta abril y parecería algo propio de la casa. Por eso fue que Daniel se sorprendió en cuanto vio todo el colorido con que anunciaban la navidad, con los árboles del camellón envueltos en redes de luces. Sabía que era normal esa clase de decoración, pero nunca había tenido oportunidad de estar ahí en esas fechas. Esta era la primera vez que se enfrentaba ante tal colorido. Figuras de Santa Claus, renos, duendes y trineos se veían de un lado a otro. Pronto su asombro pasó a convertirs
Jeff the Killer X Reader - Lies Ch 7.
State of Endless Wasteland
Earl sent the beautiful rays of sunshine down to my face, as always. But this time, I didn't wake up alone. When I opened my eyes I flinched a bit, but seeing the familiar person in front of me, I relaxed. Jeff was laying next to me, facing me and snoring gently. His chest rose and lowered in a slow rhythm, making him look so peaceful. I have never seen him sleeping so I'd never expected to see him wearing a black sleeping mask with a wet gauze behind it. Probably to moisten his eyes, I thought, and now that I had a chance, I decided to look at him further.
His skin was indeed as pale as a snow. And it looked like a fat layer of flour, but only if I looked really minutely. So the acid he was talking about probably stopped him from being burnt alive, but left an eternal trail on him. His pale hands along with the fingers were also covered with burnt acid. His fingers were long and they looked strong. It was like, if he didn't use the knife, he
March 14, 2001 “Academia et Scientiarum” Case 1
Pacem Police Department
[interrogator looks at camera]
[interrogator sits and reveals suspect with hands covering face]
[interrogator:]Hello Matt, I’m Detective Cassandra Ramirez, I’m here to ask you a few questions. Understand?
[interrogator:] Is your name Matthew Tredawney?
[interrogator:] Did you attend “Academia et Scientiarum”?
[interrogator:] Do you live in Pacem, Maine?
[interrogator:] Was Samantha Barnes your fiance?
[interrogator:] Do you know what happened March 8th between the hours of 5 pm and 4 am March 9?
[suspect:] Oh my god... oh my god. I... I don’t know. I don’t know what happened. That girl, poor poor girl, god. I didn’t want this to happen. I didn’t want this to happen. I wasn’t in control. It wasn’t my fault. It wasn’t...I
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