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Posted: Wed, 04/01/2023 18:01 (2 Years ago)
"Uno? I used to play that all the time back home, with my sister. Before-" He shook his head.
"Anyways, um- you wanna shuffle the cards or should I?"
He cracked his knuckles.
"I'll go easy on you, 'kay?" Idris joked.
Posted: Wed, 04/01/2023 18:20 (2 Years ago)
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Mei almost laughed at how cocky Idris was, but she gave a snarky smile instead, taking the cards out of the box and handing it over to him. As much as she wanted to shuffle, her background would immediately out her as a cheater, and to be honest, she probably would've. Oh well, she could play fair for once, right? No sneaky tricks, no loopholes, just a simple game of Uno, right?
"I'll let you do it," She replied, her grin still plastered on her face. Besides, the person who delt the cards goes last, and going first usually gave an advantage, right? She didn't really know, Uno wasn't exactly her strong suit.
So, someone who played an occasional game with their sibling versus the best gambler in the world.
My bet's on Idris, honestly.
Posted: Wed, 04/01/2023 19:04 (2 Years ago)
He grinned slightly. "Aight."
He shuffled the cards quickly, then handed them out to Mei and himself.
"Ready to lose, Mei?" Idris teased.
Posted: Thu, 05/01/2023 07:35 (2 Years ago)
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Alright, that was it, Mei couldn't hold in her laughter any longer. She doubled over and began to laugh hysterically for a solid minute before managing to catch her breath and sit back upright, still somewhat laughing. She used the back of her forearm to flip her hair back and out of her face, revealing her stupid grin and an "are you sure about that" look.
"Pfft, lose what? The shattered pieces of your hopes and dreams?" Mei laughed some more, struggling a little bit due to her lack of breath. She raised her hand up and did the "oh stop it" hand flick before continuing. "Don't worry, I cherish that s**t, I'll neeeeeveeeerrr lose that!" She giggled some more before finally taking her first look at the first card on the ground, then at her deck, then at Idris. Her smile only got wider, more menacing even.
It was a yellow 4, so Mei put down her yellow 2.
Posted: Thu, 05/01/2023 16:12 (2 Years ago)
His grin grew wider.
It felt...strange to hear Mei laugh. Idris wasn't the 'funny' type of person, and he didn't recall ever making somebody laugh. It felt unusual, but good.
He checked his cards.
"Plus four~"
Idris smirked.
"Green."
He placed down the +4.
Posted: Thu, 05/01/2023 17:07 (2 Years ago)
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Mei thought for a second, looking between her hand and the deck on the ground, pondering for a second. Might as well take the risk.
She drew 4 cards, ordering them neatly in her hands, then looked back at Idris. Playing such a valuable card on your first turn... She wasn't sure whether to consider the move dumb or smart, honestly. Well, considering both sides, she believed she made the right play.
Hey expression was unreadable and her laughter had faded, all she did was smile and peek up from her miniature deck from time to time.
Posted: Thu, 05/01/2023 18:21 (2 Years ago)
Idris was deep in thought. He hadn't played UNO for a long time.
Truth be told, he was a little rusty.
It didn't help he had to squint at the cards due to his hair.
He frowned. Was he losing?
"Hmm. Green, 7."
Posted: Thu, 05/01/2023 19:36 (2 Years ago)
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Mei had 10 cards and Idris had 5, it was a pretty steep advantage but Mei had an interesting hand. She had a green reverse card, so she put it down, then put down a green 0.
8 against 5.
Mei still had no clue as to what she was doing.
Posted: Thu, 05/01/2023 19:51 (2 Years ago)
"Hmmm- seems like I'm winning~" Idris grinned.
He placed down a red 0.
He glanced at Mei. Maybe she had like a bajillion +4's up her sleeve, or maybe she was saving all of them for later.
Posted: Thu, 05/01/2023 19:58 (2 Years ago)
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"Sure does seem like you are~" She giggled, not looking back at her hand once since Idris put his card down.
She was willing to skip a turn, and hopefully it would end up in her favor.
She drew another card from the deck, looking at it for a second before looking back at Idris's hand.
9 and 4.
who else bettin $50 on Idris
Posted: Fri, 06/01/2023 23:46 (2 Years ago)
He placed down a card.
This would either go in two ways:
A] He'd win.
Or-
B] Mei had the best cards possible and would absolutely ruin him.
Idris secretly hoped it was the former.
Yellow 2.
Posted: Sun, 08/01/2023 01:55 (2 Years ago)
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9 and 3 now, and her strategy?
Stall
Actually, it's her being completely random and acting like she knows what she's doing, but don't tell anyone.
Her deck had some pretty interesting cards, which would play perfectly into her strategy. Stalling was pretty much the only way she could win this game in a "fun" and "unique" way, not playing Uno like how casuals do it. Why play it normally when you could do this?
All she did was place down a blue 2, that's it.
8 and 3
Posted: Sun, 08/01/2023 02:33 (2 Years ago)
Darcy Harper's POV
"It's not that I mind the skirts, but... sometimes..."
"Sometimes, what, Darcy?"
"Sometimes I wish I could... never mind. It's ridiculous."
And Darcy found themself looking at Lucian, the boy in the long locks and hairpins. And they bit their lip, and wondered...
But... it wasn't something they could wish for.
...and it was silly to even think about.
Wasn't it?
Sawyer Laurens's POV
Sawyer was impatient to know what it'd be. And it seemed like, something was going on with Darcy. Just something about the look on their face...
They tapped their foot.
Darcy hadn't looked that way since...
Lucian Arbred's POV
And he couldn't have anyone knowing.
Am I a bad person?
Am I a bad person... for keeping it secret?
Would anyone ever trust me again, if they heard?
...I don't want anyone to know. I don't want the past to matter.
I'm supposed to be someone who helps people.
That's...
What I want to be. That's who I am.
It's all I'm good for.
...It's all I live for.
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"Everything is going to be okay."
Posted: Sun, 08/01/2023 07:58 (2 Years ago)
Touhou 8: Imperishable Night - Cinderella Cage ~ Kagome-Kagome
[Ambient Version]
"Y-yeah...escape."
Sutaraitsu's eyes lost their light for a moment before returning to normal. He cheerfully continued their conversation because it's honestly funny and I really hope seren doesn't pull a reverse psychology and make Setsuna the next victim.
"So, h-how do you feel about the government killing off UFO w-witnesses to cover up th-their sightings...?" He said curiously.
Mika Uyehara
Touhou 10: Mountain of Faith - Faith is for the Transient People
[String Quartet Remix by NyxTheShield]
Mika has escaped somewhere (the incinerator). Someone should take his weapons.
Rumia
Touhou 6: Embodiment of Scarlet Devil - Apparitions Stalk the Night
[Rumia's Theme]
Rumia rumia'd and launched uno cards everywhere because I'm sleep deprived and rumia posts only need half a braincell to write.
Posted: Mon, 09/01/2023 12:39 (2 Years ago)
Omniscient POV
Shi was eating dino nuggies and doing the flop while she waited for the secrets reveal.
Futatabi was, of course, having a mental breakdown in the corner.
In other words, business as usual.
That is, until a forced exposition flashback
Futatabi Flashback POV
Futatabi and Ichido sat on swings hung up on the tree outside of their house. Eventually, the person they were waiting for arrived. As planned, the three little kids ventured out into the woods. The next few minutes were a blur. They found something hung up in a tree. They climbed and looked around, but couldn't tell what on earth it could be. Finally, Ichido spoke up.
A few minutes later, two children exited the woods.
Posted: Fri, 13/01/2023 21:53 (2 Years ago)
The
Secrets "Each and every one of your characters has a secret. One they'd sooner die than reveal..."
--Warnings for: Monokuma x Wifekuma. Significant trauma. Some potentially disturbing imagery
Word count: 2,249
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Limited Omniscient
“I really wish we could just get this on over with…” Setsuna mumbled. “I have dino nuggies calling my name. I’ve never had them before and they sound so good…” He fiddled with his sleeves, shifting on the balls of his feet. “It shouldn’t take very long, right?”
He glanced at Sutaraitsu, which was a mistake, because he’d left himself wide open.
Setsuna yelped in terror as Miyako’s arms wrapped around his neck. “Aww,” she crooned into his ear. “Is little Setsuna scaaared?” She grinned, resting her chin on his shoulder, shock-blue eyes gleaming, cat-like.
“N-No!” Setsuna stammered. “G-Get off me! C-Crazy lady!”
“Do you want some assurance?” Miyako asked. “I can talk to your guardian spirit. That’s the ghost following you everywhere you go. Deciding if you dieeee when mooonsters come.” She laughed at Setsuna’s increasingly terrified expression. “Relax, it’s not as scary as it sounds.”
“You’re not helping!” With effort, Setsuna freed himself from her grip. He scampered away and hid behind Sutaraitsu, crouching behind the smaller boy and glaring from under his armpit.
“Stop messing around…” Kubo muttered. He’d taken a stationary position at the wall, from which to glare at them all.
“Oh shuttup.” Miyako stuck her tongue out at him. “You’re no fun, Detector boy.” Her eyes lit up. “Hey! I get it now! You were trying to lie to me! That’s why your talent was so dumb! Wow, you suck at-”
Kubo made a low hissing noise.
Miyako snickered at his slowly darkening expression.
“Creepy vampire lady…” Kubo muttered.
“I work with ghosts, I’m afraid. A totally different type of the undead. Though, that reminds me, there was a particularly sexy vampire girl ghost from the ei-teen-undreds the other day. She-”
“You’re a bad liar too.” The teenager straightened up. His amber eyes gleamed coldly in the light of the single flickering lightbulb. “Some talent, ‘Ghosthunting’ is. An educational institution wouldn’t bring you in on something so phony.”
He smiled, but it looked more like someone had taken a knife to his lips and sliced them open. Were his lips bleeding, Setsuna thought dizzily? Or was that just the light hitting them- making it look as though his teeth were stained with blood.
“Be careful,” he said softly. “I don’t take kindly to liars.”
Miyako returned the cold smile. “Neither do I. Detector.”
Setsuna shivered. It felt as though the room had dropped ten degrees in temperature.
“So uh- when do you think the bears’ weird ‘secret’ stuff is going to get here?” He did air quotes. “We- maybe we got the wrong room? It’s seeming kinda cold in here, so uh-” He shivered at the glares Miyako and Kubo directed at him. “Heating? Problems? Are we sure the secrets…”
“When will the bear arrive?” Kubo echoed. “Hopefully soon. I don’t fancy being kept waiting.” His eyes narrowed. “If he’s not here in five minutes tops- I’m ripping him apart, stuffed leg by stuffed arm.”
“Puhuhuuhuh~ What a scary threat. But really, you shouldn’t set a time for such dastardly things. What if I took 4 minutes and 59 seconds? Or-” the bear thought. “5… 30 now? Wow, time goes by fast! I guess it’s the stress of the mortgages and my incest children-”
“You-” Kubo hissed.
Monokuma laughed at their faces. “Pardon my arrival.” He gave a curtsey. “Teleporting is just so dramatic, I can’t help but pull it out at the most bear-tiful times! And my bear wife’s bear-tit-ful boobs needed attention-”
“Too much information!” Setsuna screamed.
“Anyway, we’ve reconciled with a fun night on the couch! And the entire time we listened to you childrens’ screams as the backdrop, so you’ve helped our relationship! Feel proud.”
Kubo twitched.
Miyako looked torn between laughing and crying.
“Since our relationship is new and full of schoolgirl outfits and the like, we need more screams. Constantly. Hence why we proposed this sleek and fun new event! How do you all feel?”
“Bored,” Kubo deadpanned.
“Excellent! Well, I won’t keep you waiting any longer!” The bear clapped its paws, and then-
And then, like clockwork, 18 podiums burst from the floor. Miyako yelped, jumping for Shi's arm. Setsuna cringed back, blinking like crazy. Kubo- he just gave a weird kind of gasp.
And then the pictures became visible.
And beneath each was a name.
---
“Oh,” Miyako realized. “Oh.”
Then she shrieked at the top of her lungs, because all she could recognize was a freaking phone and the absolute terror which tore through her veins.
She seized herself and told herself to shut up. Her mouth closed. Her lips trembled, and all she could focus on was that singular picture. She knew it was hers. The name written at the bottom of that blue and white frame… No doubt that fancy golden cursive spelled her name. Little Night Child.
Miyako closed her eyes and breathed in and out, and tried her best to calm herself.
—
The podiums must be sorted, Kubo thought. For why else would his sit next to Kaoru’s? And hers that disgusting therapist boy?
He gripped his sleeves, trying to hold back the fear which had gripped his entire body at the sight of that… those pictures.
Only he knew the truth. And maybe…
His eyes trailed to Lucian.
He shook his head. No. Kaoru wouldn’t have told him. She wouldn’t risk her flaws going anywhere near her new pet. Snake she was- had to find some way to sneak around her prey.
An image flashed in his head- Kaoru leaning closer on a couch, sweat beading on her skin, pretty pink lips forming around a singular word.
His nails sunk into his arms, and he began scratching, muttering to himself.
—
Setsuna’s eyes trailed along all those pictures. Each was labelled with a picture. He tried to pick them out- which one might be his? Which should make him scream like the white-haired girl did? Which was supposed to-
His eyes caught on a brown frame. Engraved in gold at the very bottom was his name. Slowly, he looked up and-
All breath left him.
“No- no- no-,” he whimpered. “No- no that’s not right. That’s not me-” his words caught in his throat.
A vampire must’ve seized him, was clinging to his body- yes, that Miyako girl. She’d latched onto his neck and his shoulders, and she was dragging him down. Only that could explain how his knees were buckling- how the entire world had crashed onto his shoulders and he was falling, falling falling. That horrible piecing keen in his ear, and the way his throat buzzed as if he were making it-
And then he saw the picture again.
Setsuna shrieked and felt his entire useless stupid body rip as he flung himself towards the door, and hit the floor instead.
Bam.
You did your job amazing, Monokuma, he thought, hysterically. I’m the Ultimate Dictionary, and even I don’t have words to say- even I can’t think of anything-
He squeezed his eyes shut.
Oh f*ck.
—-
Miyako was calm now. She wasn’t like that little Setsuna boy. The picture didn’t matter- nothing mattered to her, because she was normal, and had nothing to hide.
She breathed in, and her hand found Shi’s once more, giving it a strong squeeze.
“I’m sorry.” She winced. “I- can we go? I can’t deal with…this right now.”
—
“Jesus,” Kubo muttered. He gave a sideways glance to the weird kid who’d just hit the floor- still staring at the pictures and trembling, hand opening and closing on the floor as if he were looking for a handhold.
Idiot. Didn’t he know how to delegate? Murder games came above pictures, no matter how-
He winced. Pictures, huh? That was…
His eyes trailed back to his own. A rosary, he noted. Interesting. That probably had a lot of meaning to him. He certainly used to like wearing crosses. Every time he went to the mall, he’d make a beeline to Hot Topic.
Even Kaoru… His eyes darted to her picture for a second. Damn. He ran a shaky hand through his hair.
“I guess that’s it,” he said. “We can go now, right?”
If everyone left, then he could examine their portraits for himself. If there were any clues about his potential killers, it lay in those portraits.
Now for the rocket science known as "human move". Something he’d never been good at. How did you get seventeen mentally unbalanced teenagers out of a room? He glanced at Lucian.
“Lucian,” he whispered. “Can you get them out of here?”
Then he glanced at Lucian, and he realized two things.
Lucian was having a mental breakdown.
Lucian wasn’t an ally. He was a potential killer.
Right. How had he forgotten that? They’d known each other for like- two hours by now. Guess that was just how the Ultimate Therapist worked their way under your skin. Maybe he should be more wary of Lucian as a killer…
He glanced at the portraits, but nothing stuck out to him as a Lucian picture. He’d have to examine the names later.
“Come on,” he said. “We’re not going to let a stupid bunch of p-portraits scare us… ri…ght…?” He blinked through his vision which had suddenly gone blurry. A wave of nausea had hit him.
Maybe he should go too. Just to sit down.
It was just a cross. Like an earring or an angel statuette, or one of those stupid picture things with those dumb quotes about god on them…
Right. He’d had one when he was younger. Lina had gotten it for him. Hadn’t even asked- just silently pinned it up against his wall.
Lina’d gotten old really fast. Wasn’t she already married? He wasn’t sure, but all of a sudden, he wondered where she was.
Oh, oh, and that cross- Lina liked crosses.
She didn’t wear one.
Oh, what were those crosses on beads called- No! He dug his fingers into his arms, and was relieved for the grounding pain.
“I’m going to eat!” he called out to a silent room, then turned on his heel and left.
It was just a cross. They had those everywhere at Hot Topic.
—
Niwa Atsushi was born to watch her burn the whole world to the ground.
Ever since he was little, he’d been a fan of adventure books. There was a hero, there was a princess, and there was the big bad- the dragon who the hero had to slay.
It wasn’t always a dragon, of course. There was the witch in Hansel and Gretal, who owned a fun candy house he’d wanted to live in ever since he knew it existed in some forest out in Bolivia or Africa or somewhere crazy. There was the stepmother with awesome magic in Snow White who kicked Snow White’s pretty little ass!
It was that way, at least in the beginning, Niwa wanted to be the dragon. The dragon was powerful. No one went after him. He didn’t answer to anyone. His parents probably roasted the shank of meat for him. He never had to nurse his little dragon siblings, because lizards didn’t drink milk.
The dragon was probably loved. And even if he wasn’t, no one made him do anything.
But as he kept watching, Niwa learned one thing.
The knight always killed the dragon.
The kids always roasted the witch to a crisp.
And the prince always put his sword through Maleficent’s heart. She always fell off the cliff- that one scary moment that gave him nightmares of falling for weeks.
As he lay in bed, wondering where his mom and his dad were, he realized one thing.
No one loved the dragon. He was evil- and so his mom and his dad kept away from him. The knight didn’t call for time out, because the dragon didn’t have parents to put him in the corner.
To be loved, you had to be good. The bad guys might be cooler, but they died alone, unloved, rotting at the bottom of a cliff.
As he huddled under his blankets in the middle of July, in the middle of the night, siblings snoring by his side, he understood that he was evil. And in order to be loved, he had to- he had to-
Niwa blinked through his tears, and decided to think that thought later because it was stupid and didn’t matter at all.
But when he went to sleep that night, it stuck with him.
Hero… huh?
Will mom and dad come back if I’m good enough for all of us?
And the next day, when the disney movies came on at 4, he was prepared to study.
When the little girl arrived, the day after that, it seemed that he’d been right. His chance to prove himself had been answered.
And when those ugly, ugly eyes looked up and met his own, he smiled back. And when he felt that first curl of hatred in his heart, he knew.
His story started here.
Posted: Fri, 13/01/2023 21:53 (2 Years ago)
Lucian Arbred’s POV
Hiding from the mirror?"
For there, staring him straight in the face, was the photo of those concrete shoes. The same ones that ---
Lucian just stared, stunned. He couldn’t be surprised, could he? …he couldn’t really be surprised. The Headmaster, or whoever was planning this, had put together the motives.
But… to… know something like this…
Lucian’s throat closed up. The world closed in.
I’m sorry.
He could almost feel the shackles now, the binds that you couldn’t break. No matter how much you screamed for help, none came.
And you learned… it was better just to sit in silence.
As if the situation wasn’t bad enough… Lucian turned to look at those around him.
He listened to the things they said, he saw the looks upon their faces.
All those distraught faces. Just what secrets could each classmate hold, that could be so dreadful?
He wanted to reach out and help Setsuna, but the problem took care of itself. He sighed, momentarily remembering how he had gotten chicken nuggets for the boy.
…the… the night that Kaoru…
Why? Why did she have to…
I attract that kind of people, don’t I? Isn’t that so much like a therapist, Luke?
…he couldn’t get that name out of his head. But it wasn’t his name.
Luke Arbred wasn’t a person.
He was Lucian, he’d always be Lucian.
No matter what anyone else had to say about it.
You think people can change, do you? Do you really think they can? You think they can be so good. You think that they’re so, so good. No matter what they do to you. Like a fool, you never stop believing in them. Never stop looking at them with stars in your eyes.
Stop it--
Because they just need to be helped, don’t they? All they need is your help.
STOP IT-
All the help in the world doesn’t do any good sometimes, Luke. And maybe you’re bad too. No matter how much you try to be good, and kind, and helpful, and noble? Nothing will change who you are. Who you must be.
…but… in a way, the voice was right. He couldn’t be good. …not if he couldn’t tell anyone the truth. His truth.
Hearing Miyako and Kubo converse, sent chills down his spine. Chilling him to the bone.
He grimaced, and his eyes stirred with tears.
He doesn't like liars.
Lucian felt as though he had just been stabbed in the gut. A dark look came upon his face.
Then I guess… there really is no way you could ever love me too, could you, Kubo? After all…
He swallowed. He felt like he was going to throw up. He wanted to cry, but he grimaced and forced the tears to remain inside. His lip began to bleed from all the biting he hadn't even noticed he'd been doing.
He saw the way Kubo looked at him. Like he despised him. Like he could never trust him in his life. That he would never, ever love him. Lucian would remain absolutely meaningless to him, nothing more than just his therapist.
And if he… if he knew…
I’m a liar, too. And if you knew…
If you knew the truth… would you assume I must be a bad person too…?
“It’s all my fault,” Lucian choked out. “It’s all my fault. I couldn’t save them… from themselves…”
”Could you get them out of here?”
Kubo had asked. Lucian had tried to open his mouth to respond, but--
But-
Then he saw Kubo’s face. He watched him leave. Lucian faltered.
He… doesn’t think he can trust me… if he ever thought he could have.
His heart sank.
But I’m… not supposed to love, anyway. I’m supposed to help. I’m supposed to heal.
Maybe… maybe he…
Maybe he should go talk to Kubo… But from the looks of things, everyone was pretty shaken up.
Darcy Harper’s POV
Not me, if you ever cared to ask
Good for you, you're doing great out there without me, baby
God, I wish that I could do that
I've lost my mind, I've spent the night crying on the floor of my bathroom
But you're so unaffected, I really don't get it
But I guess good for you!"
Darcy Harper.
Right, because that was their name. OF COURSE that was their name.
But… the photo… that photo…
Darcy’s stomach twisted in knots. They couldn’t breathe, they couldn’t think.
And then, it all just blew up. Their fingers curled into shaking, trembling fists. Their knees wobbled, as though they’d give into the pressure at any mome-
They did. Darcy fell onto their knees. Tears spurred in their eyes, and dribbled down their face. Darcy saw Sawyer reach a hand.
“...D-Darcy? Are you-”
Darcy got up. They got up and ran, they ran and ran and ran…
Back to their dorm, where they slammed and locked the door.
…back to their dorm…
Because, NO! It wasn’t true. It wasn’t true.
...why?
Whywhywhy?
Why am I NEVER GOOD ENOUGH?
Not for Mom. Not for Dad. Not for Sawyer. Not for Erica. Not for Will. Not for Mei, and certainly not good enough for Akora. Not good enough for anyone here.
No one loves you, Darcy. No one in this world loves you.
God doesn’t love you either. He’ll never forgive you.
…no one will ever forgive you.
Darcy really couldn’t control what they did next. They glared in fury at the shattered remains of the mirror, the tears falling to the floor. They slowly reached into their bag, and pulled out the object…
Darcy had seen the room full of distraught faces. Tales of love, tales of broken hearts. Tales of people forced to be things they were not.
All forced to hide the undesirable parts of themselves.
...and if I’m already bad… then fine then. This… this won’t matter either.
But as Darcy whimpered and wept inside the room, and tugged at their hair to make the bows come loose, staring at the shattered remains of the mirror…
They wondered if God could possibly forgive what they were about to do.
Or Mom, for that matter…
…but… could Sawyer?...
Darcy reached up, and…
Sawyer Laurens’s POV
Every little moment spells regret
But I don't have to feel this way
As a voice inside my head"
People playing, happily! You and me, you and me-
The sun is shining--
STOP. Full stop.
The sky is gray. Dancing in the rain--
STOP. Full stop.
Rewind.
The rain is black with lead.
Your friends are gone. Your friends are all gone.
They’ve gone to play with someone else.
No, reverse the script, start again.
Dreams, dreams, dreams. Sunbeams, and rainbows, everything is okay!
But that day… that day…
The day that didn’t exist. It couldn’t exist.
It was all a dream.
Just a silly little nightmare.
There was no gasping or crying or screaming or---
Sawyer burst into hysterical laughter. “Wifeeeeeekumaaaaa!” they cackled. “Sure loves her jokes, doesn’t she? Ohhh, what a sweetheart! Love that girl! Playing on my goofy little past nightmare inside a dream. Never knew it’d have a sequel. How fun! Super fun!”
Sawyer couldn’t stop laughing, and gripping the sides of their head. “Really, Wifekumaaa! Great prank, great prank! I commend you, dear friend, commend you! Like, huhhhh…”
They blinked rapidly. Bahaha, what a fun prank! Super-duper fun prank. That bad, bad day that never existed.
Crystalline beaches and starry skies, everyone smiling, smiling. You looked in the mirror, and you saw them smiling warmly behind you.
And everything, yes, everything…
Was fine.
Sawyer laughed and laughed until their sides hurt and their eyes let out tears. Oh, what a funny little thing. What a funny, funny little thing…
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"Everything is going to be okay."
Posted: Fri, 13/01/2023 22:27 (2 Years ago)
Posted: Fri, 13/01/2023 23:35 (2 Years ago)
where the grass is greener
the air is cleaner
and there's nobody that can hear you scream
so take my hand
"I don't want to-"
let's lay on the bed
and dream of our little paradise
soft green grass
blue, blue sky
take my hand
"I said I don't want to-"
and together we'll die
He recognised those long, curved fingers. They looked so perfect, in that picture. They looked like an image from one of those magazines his sister used to love reading.
so take my hand
"He doesn't like that-"
and we'll go to sleep
and we'll dream of our little paradise
eternally
He was the only one who knew what they really looked like, how they really felt digging into your skin. The nails were claws. The fingers were long and bony, icy to the touch.
Idris stepped back from the picture. This was all wrong. Nonono-
The hands were burned into his mind. He could feel them, pinching and prodding his skin. Hitting and slapping, pricking and cutting. There was so much blood.
His skin was on fire. Idris' eyes widened as he could feel, feel her hands on his back, wincing at the icy touch. He could smell the alcohol on her breath and hear the voice he dreaded, with the words he feared the most-
so take my hand
and we'll watch the fade from blue to red
we'll watch the trees die
and we'll sit and cry
and-
"Where's Reo?
Tears brimmed in Idris' eyes. He hadn't cried since....home, and it felt strange yet familiar to feel the water in his eyes. He wiped them quickly. Nobody could think he was weak.
No, he would be strong. She's not here. She can't hurt you.
She's not-
The fingers tightened. Her hands on his shoulders. Digging deeper and deeper, pressing bone, bruising skin. He stifled a scream in his fist. He couldn't scream, he couldn't cry. Not here, not ever.
come back reo, please come back, i need you, i can never get away from her, i'm never going to escape her-
I'm never going to escape.
And then it dawned on him.
As long as he stood, living and breathing, she'd always win.
He could never escape her.
Posted: Sat, 14/01/2023 00:16 (2 Years ago)
Darcy Harper's POV
One here, one there, one there...
Darcy felt like they were swimming to the surface. It... felt so good.
They felt like they could finally stand, and take a step. That they weren't a ghost, merely frozen in place.
Not invisible. Not invisible anymore.
No access to any mirror, of any sort, to see the change.
But it felt so good...
Darcy pulled the bandages out of their bag.
Because bandages cover up what you don't want to see.
Off came their vest, and their sweater, and their skirt...
...and on came new ones.
Darcy pulled out a hair tie with a smile, and on came the ponytail.
What had... they done, exactly? They couldn't even see it, but they felt it.
...it... felt good.
Then came a knock on the door.
Not invisible. Not invisible anymore.
Sawyer Laurens's POV
Darcy... were they okay?
They stared at the photo, with the name Darcy Harper beneath it.
Wasn't that the photo of...
OH. Oh, Dace, no.
Sawyer shook the thought away. Just take away the photo. No one else has to see it.
They pulled it away from the board, and darted off.
Sawyer knocked on the locked door to Darcy's dorm. "Darcy?! I'm so sorry for everything, I understand if you never wanna see me again, I-"
The door stirred open. And Sawyer wasn't prepared for what they saw.
"...It's- different!"
"O-Oh! Yeah. Mom always liked it long. I thought I could... use a change."
Sawyer held out the photo from the board. "I thought I'd, you know, bring this over to you. You seemed upset that everyone saw it, Dace. But... I-"
Darcy took the photo, without looking at it, and crossed their arms. "Th-Thank you... Sawyer."
Sawyer's eyes widened in realization. "Hey... Darcy- is- is it what I think? I always thought it seemed like..."
Darcy Harper's POV
I've never had an issue with that name. And I was always taught, girls like feminine things, boys like masculine things.
...I like wearing skirts, and dresses, I like wearing makeup. So, I always thought...
I'm not a boy. I couldn't be a boy.
But I always looked at other guys with envy. Was it really so silly? That I wished for this?
Was it really... so sinful, that I wanted to be myself?
My name's not necessarily a feminine one. It's... androgynous, just like the one Sawyer's got. And I feel like it suits me, it always has suited me.
...but...
"Yeah, Sawyer, I-" Darcy's hands flew up to their face. "I'm not a girl. I never have been one. Is it really so bad that... this is me? That this is what I'm-"
Sawyer darted forward and hugged him. "No. No, it's not. You're Darcy, you're still Darcy. Unless, that's not what you want to be called anymore. What I mean is... you're still my best friend. No matter what's happened between us, that doesn't change. I've just got a best guy friend now! Your hair looks really cool on you, by the way!"
Darcy sighed. "I... I've never had a problem with my name. Maybe that's why I never realized... you always did, Sawyer. Except, that name you were given at first, was never yours. ...but... I know Mom wouldn't like this, God wouldn't like this..."
"SCREW GOD! I think you're the best!" Sawyer gasped. "Is that a ponytail? Are you matching with me?!"
He blushed. "I- um... yeah, kind of!"
Darcy... felt so unbelievably happy right now. But it still felt wrong.
Best friends, huh?... that's all we'll ever be. That's all I could ever be to you.
But he wasn't ungrateful. Tears stirred in his eyes, and he hugged Sawyer back.
Yeah, haha. Screw God, Darcy thought sarcastically. Is... it really okay? If this is me?
I'm already bad. ...this is hardly worse.
Sawyer Laurens's POV
If this is who he is, then this is who he is! He's still the same person. And he's still my dearest friend!
Darcy looked... rather sad, which worried Sawyer. Maybe they could cheer him up?
"Hey! Happy thoughts. Everything's happy, buddy. Heyyyy." Their eyes widened in realization. "You said you wanted to be a moth, right, Darcy? Does this mean YOU'RE THE MOTH MAN NOW?"
Darcy groooaned. "I hate you, Sawyer." But he couldn't suppress a smile.
"I love you too!" Sawyer chirped, and they swore they saw Darcy flinch upon hearing that.
...Everything was fine. Everything was great!
You just tear it away, and then the truth comes to light.
The truth that everything is fine.
EVERYTHING IS FINE.
And as the blood splattered in your vision, all you saw was purple, glittery paint!
Splashes of dreams, all over the floor.
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"Everything is going to be okay."