Week 1: Roman’s week - October 29th - November 4th
Week 2: Virgil’s week - November 5th - 11th
Week 3: Logan’s week - November 12th - 18th
Week 4: Patton’s week - November 19th - 25th
Week 5: Deceit’s week - November 26th - December 2nd
Every week includes every Sides ship for that character as well as solo and polyamory days.
The optional prompts for each ship (and the theme of the days) will be posted a week before their week is due to start - e.g. Roman’s week starts the 29th of October so his prompts will be posted on the 22nd of October.
Make sure to tag your creations as #sanderssidessmutmonth or @sanderssidessmutmonth so I can find and reblog your content!
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This one is one I'm actively working on, and finished chapter 1 like 20 minutes ago! I'm really happy with how this came out. However, this was not edited and there may be some mistakes. Just politely point them out and I'll fix 'em! With that said, here we go!!
I gasp raggedly for breath as I’m pulled from the toilet, my hair and face drenched with the disgusting water. I hear a dark cackle from Logan as he dunks me once more. God, why does it always end up like this?
Chapter 1: Hunter
I sigh softly as I unlock my locker, head down like always. My name is Hunter, and I’m a junior at Sunnyside High School. Not a very fitting name, considering it’s a shithole. Excuse my language. But seriously, this place isn’t “sunny” at all. The kids bully each other 24/7, the teachers couldn’t care less whether we passed or flunked, the extracurriculars are practically nonexistent- Need I say more? I’m… kind of a nerd, so I care a lot about school. I want a place to hang out and learn, not be constantly harassed by kids my own age. If I wanted that, I would just live in the internet. But I can’t complain too much, I guess. I meet some pretty nice people, sometimes…
There’s these two, and I’m kind of torn between them. First there’s Jenny Anderson, the cutest girl in the entire school. She’s sweet- always puts other people before herself- and really smart. She’s like the only kid in our school with straight A’s. She has amazingly soft, caramel brown hair and these wonderful, shining blue eyes that hold childlike innocence. She’s breathtaking. I think I’m in love with her, honestly. And I’m not invisible to her! We’ve actually been friends since my freshman year. She’s the same age as me, but her birthday is one month before mine.
Then there’s Nathan “Nate” Stevens. He’s… how do I describe this? I guess I could say he’s… unique. He’s not weak by any definition- he’s actually really strong. He works out a lot, since he’s on the basketball team. He’s really tall, too; I think he’s in the six foot range. Way taller than me, at least. He’s really funny, always makes a joke that everyone can laugh it. He’s kind of a people pleaser, by some standards. He’s sweet, too, like Jenny. But he’s a bit more brash than Jenny is-- but not in a bad way! He’s just kind of loud and out there, y’know? He’s just a lot more outgoing. And that’s really what I like about him…
See, I’m still figuring things out… about me. I don’t know if I like girls or guys or both, because I always find a guy or a girl that’s really attractive to me! It’s just really confusing. I think I like Jenny more than Nate, but then Nate finds something he’s really passionate about and I fall for him all over again. When he talks about something he’s really into, his green eyes sparkle like emeralds and he gets this dorky grin that he can’t wipe off for hours. It’s beyond adorable. Jenny and him are practically complete opposites, yet I find myself falling for both of them equally. Which means I guess I don’t really have a type? I don’t know.
But high school isn’t just crushes and confusion, sadly. It’d be a lot easier to deal with if that was the case. Unfortunately, it’s not. There’s this one guy who’s a complete asshole- His name is Logan. He’s got this shitty ass black hair that he keeps spiked up with the nastiest smelling hair gel ever. He gets any girl he wants, but he only goes for the slutty ones that he can get a quick fuck with then he tosses them aside. It makes my skin crawl and my organs want to shrivel up just thinking about him. Eugh. Anyway, he’s a complete jackass on top of his crappy personality. He’s constantly pushing me around because he’s four months older than me, and like a foot taller than me. He thinks he can pick on me because I’m small and don’t fight back! Which… maybe isn’t entirely untrue… But still! He likes to keep this screwed up schedule: Mondays are beatings, Tuesdays are swirlies, Wednesdays are lunch money, and Thursdays are sweets. He gives me Fridays off because he’s “so generous.” Gag me.
Back to the story now, huh? I was on my way to my first class of the day, English II, when I run into Jenny. She grins up at my happily, hugging her thick book to her chest and practically bouncing. “Oh, hi, Hunter! Great morning, isn’t it?”
“Ah, it’s a morning.” I laugh awkwardly, rubbing the back of my neck. “So, what’s got you so perky, huh?” Jenny’s not exactly not a morning person, but she’s usually only this happy when she has good news.
“Oh, nothing much…” She smiles deviously before shoving her Chemistry test in my face. I’m a bit taken back by it before I grab the paper and read the grade next to it. A+.
“Oh, wow! Congrats, Jenny!” I grin as well as I hand her the paper back. She squeals excitedly and hugs me tightly. This must have been really important to her.
“I’m so happy, Hunter!! Thank you, thank you for tutoring me!” She pulls away, her face tinted a light shade of pink as she brushes a strand of brunette hair behind her ear. “Oh, um… sorry.” She smiles up at me bashfully, to which I just chuckle.
“Hey, don’t worry about it. You’re happy, it’s understandable. Say, uh… how about I treat you to dinner to congratulate you properly, hm? I just got paid a couple days ago, so it wouldn’t be breaking the bank or anything.” I offer, albeit awkwardly. I’ve never been good at talking to people, let alone attractive people. Also, I may have not mentioned this but I work as a cashier at our local gas station. Nothing fancy, but I get paid for it, so can’t complain.
Jenny’s eyes sparkle like diamonds as she gazes up at me, searching my face for any sign of a joke. “Really? You’d do that for me?”
“Sure, why not?” I laugh softly, smiling at her. “You’re my friend, I’m more than happy to treat you once in a while. Especially when you get good news, you know?”
Jenny’s face resembles a child who just got told they could have any sort of candy they want. She hugs me so tight, I thought my ribs were sure to pop. “Thank you so much! You’re so awesome, awesome, awesome!”
I laugh, ruffling her hair. “Nah, it’s nothing. Hey, have you seen Nate today? He was supposed to help me with some stuff.”
Jenny tilts her head, “Huh? Uh… no, I haven’t. Weird, eh? He’s usually in the gym or something, practicing his basketball stuff. Check there?”
I nod, “Yeah, okay. I’ll text you later about dinner, alright?” Jenny nods and smiles, hugging me one more time before bouncing off towards her class.
I head towards the gym like she suggested and, sure enough, I saw him there, practicing… whatever it was basketball players practiced. I smile, leaning against the doorframe and just silently watching him for a few minutes. God, he’s so cute…
“Hunter!” He smiles when finally noticing me. I clam up, blushing fiercely at being caught staring.
“Oh, uh, Nate! I didn’t even.. Y’know, see you there. Clearly. I was just staring at… the wall! You know, such a beautiful pattern and… architectural sturdiness…” Fuck, I suck at this.
Nate just laughs, nodding, “Yeah, it’s a cool wall, dude. So, do you always come to the gym to stare at walls?” He dribbles-- is that the word? Did I use that right?-- the ball a couple times, patiently waiting for my answer.
“No! I was, maybe, looking for you?” I sigh, smiling abashedly. “Sorry, I’m really bad at lying… Yeah, I was staring at you… I was wondering where you were, since you weren’t where we agreed to meet up.” Nate stops dribbling, staring at me like I just told him my first born was killed.
“Oh… shit, dude, I’m really sorry. God, I’m such a scatterbrain… I totally forgot you asked me to meet you by the lockers.” He sighed, tossing the ball into the… ball… thing, and turning to look at me. “You’re… not mad or anything, right?”
I laugh a bit and smile goofily, “Of course not, man. Honest mistake, don’t beat yourself up over it.” I twiddle my thumbs a bit, sighing. “I really don’t wanna go home…”
Nate smiles a bit, “Well, you can come home with me? You know my parents love you to death.” I grin, remembering how Nate’s parents treat me. They act like I’m a God or something, hah. It’s really sweet, to be honest.
“Yeah, sure. I don’t have to tell my parents, they, uh… won’t care…” I sigh softly. I made myself sad, dammit. Nate smiles sympathetically, rubbing my back.
“Don’t worry, dude. Things will get better, I promise.” God, I love him. I laugh and nod, knowing somehow… he’s right. Things will definitely get better.
This is chapter 1 of I don't know XD But I really like it and hope you guys like it, too!
Here’s another angsty story no one asked for! This one consists of a slightly described torture scene and Yandere-type characters wanting what’s not theirs.
So enjoy!!
“Mnn… Huh?” Anthony blinked a couple times, looking around the dimly lit room. “Where am I…?”
“Nowhere you need to know.” An auburn haired male teased, looming over Anthony. The blonde tried to move his wrists, only to find that they were taped down.
“What’s going on?” He was starting to panic now, looking around frantically. He heard a soft click and suddenly the area around him was slightly illuminated. He blinked once or twice, then looked up at the two males above him. He felt his heart drop as he noticed the eyes. A pair of green eyes, and a pair of orange eyes bored into his own baby blue eyes.
“M… Marco?” Anthony stammered, looking into his fiery orbs.
“That’s for me to know, and you to never tell a soul.” He grinned behind his fabric mask. “Now, then, Anthony, tell me: What is your relationship with Chet?”
“What…? W-What kind of question is that? He’s my boyfriend, of course…”
“Mhm. But what kind of boyfriend? You’re in an open relationship, aren’t you?”
This earned a hesitant nod from the blonde, who was still scared out of his mind. “Yes…”
“Because he’s not enough for you, you need to belong to him and fuck other people, is that it?” Marco’s tone was harsh and cold, his auburn eyebrows furrowed angrily at Anthony. The blonde male looked at the taller males, fear prominent in his eyes. Something about the sheer terror in Anthony’s eyes sent a cold shiver down Marco’s spine, but he loved it.
“What? N-no, that’s not it at all, I swear!” Anthony frantically shook his head. “W-we mutually agreed on an open relationship, I promise! We… we discovered around two weeks into our relationship that I had a much higher libido than he did, but we still loved each other and wanted to make this work. I didn’t know what to do, but Chet suggested an open relationship. I asked him to be honest with me, if he would really be fine with that or if he was just suggesting it to make me happy. I swear, I’m only going by what he said was right.”
Marco looked over at Riley, both of them exchanging glances that were unreadable to Anthony. “Fine,” Riley spoke up, his eyebrows furrowed at Anthony, “Say we believe you. What do you gain from it, hm? What’s your benefit from lying to us?”
He started to struggle against the duct tape. “I-I’m not lying, I swear!! P-please, just let me go!” He begged, looking at both of them as they started to edge closer.
“The more you struggle, the more we want to hurt you.” Riley growled, his eyes flashing with a murderous gleam. “Struggling is annoying, and we’re annoyed enough at the prospect of you dating Chet and not us.”
Anthony could feel a lump forming in his throat, tears threatening to spill from his eyes as he bit his lip to hold in a whimper. “P-please… I-I’ll break up with him, if that’s what you want. J-just let me go…”
Marco grinned widely behind his mask, “Aw, how cute. You think begging will save you. Well, in that case, you’re even dumber than you look, blondie. Besides, we can’t kill you, nor can we make you break up with him. You’ve been dating for… what, 3 years now? It would be suspicious, not to mention it would crush him. We want him to be happy, we just don’t like that you’re the one who causes that happiness. If he wasn’t happy… then we’d kill you.”
“W-wait… so… you’re not g-gonna kill me?” Anthony looked up at them hopefully, tears brimming in his eyes.
“I mean… no, sadly.” Riley sighed, pulling his hair back into a high ponytail to get it out of the way. “But… we will give you something to remember us by.” He grinned darkly.
“Anthony?” Chet got up from his place on the couch, rushing over to the weak, stumbling blonde. “Anthony! What happened?”
He couldn’t speak. He hurt too much, and he had basically blown his voice out with all his screaming. “Mmnh…” Was all he could manage before collapsing forward into Chet’s arms.
“Whoa--...okay, that’s not good.” He sighed softly, helping Anthony to the couch. “What happened, Anthony? You have to talk to me, or I can’t help you.”
Anthony blinked blearily for a second before it registered who was in front of him. His eyes widened and he lunged forward to wrap his arms around Chet in an almost suffocating hug, silently sobbing into his shoulder. The sobs shook his body, and the memories of… them made him tremble again.
Chet was stunned before he hugged Anthony back protectively, “Hey, hey, it’s okay… It’s okay, An, I’m right here. Nothing’s gonna hurt you again…”
Anthony pulled back, tears streaming down his cheeks as a shaky hand lifted up his shirt to reveal… Chet’s name. It was carved into his stomach, still red and agitated. Chet could see smears of old blood that Anthony’s captor had failed to clean up. Or maybe they didn’t want to clean it up. Chet ran his fingers over it lightly, almost not touching it. He pulled his hand back quickly as Anthony hissed in pain, recoiling against his touch.
“Sorry… Who did this?” He looked into Anthony’s eyes as the blonde put his shirt down. Unfortunately, Anthony tried to speak and all that came out was a hoarse, almost inaudible whimper.
Anthony motioned to his legs, lifting up his pant leg to reveal dozens of scratches, bruises, burn marks, and bites of various shapes, sizes, and bloodiness. Some looked fresh, some were already fading, some were dried, some were still vaguely dripping. Chet stared at the pale, tortured flesh in horror, looking at Anthony again.
“Okay… We’ll go to the police tomorrow, and hopefully you can talk. Let’s get you a bath, and some medicine. Are you okay to walk?” He asked softly, his hand on Anthony’s shoulder. He nodded, shakily standing up.
He made it to the bathroom with Chet’s help, eventually getting a nice bath. Chet left to grab a towel and fresh clothes, leaving Anthony to soak in the warm water. A soft, content sigh left Anthony’s lips as he laid back against the tub, staring at his now marked legs as tears threatened to spill again. He couldn’t remember crying this much in his entire life, but now look at him. He didn’t know what they hoped to accomplish by letting him go, or why they didn’t just kill him on the spot. Everything was a mystery, but thinking about it all made his head throb in pain.
Chet returned with a light purple towel and some clothes. Thankfully, Anthony was ready to get out by the time he came back. Besides the obvious limping, there was something… off about Anthony. But Chet couldn’t put his finger on it.
Less than ten minutes later, Anthony was passed out against Chet on the couch. Chet didn’t mind, though; he figured Anthony deserved this rest. Eventually, Chet fell asleep, too.
Morning arrived a lot sooner than either Anthony or Chet would’ve liked. When Anthony woke up, he was sore as all hell and could barely twitch without tearing up. Nothing was bleeding anymore, but it still stung. Chet decided it would be better for the police to come to them, rather than the other way around.
When they did show up, they gave Anthony a piece of paper and a pen to write down the names since he could still barely talk.
‘Riley Joyce and Marco Cruz did this. Riley lives on 63rd street, in his 1245. Marco lives on 97th street, in house 4276. They did this because they were jealous. They told me not to tell anyone. Please, help.’
The police looked both names up in their system, only pulling something up for Riley Joyce. Riley had already gone to jail when he was 18, for… attempted homicide. Anthony felt a cold shiver at that. Now he was going back for the same thing.
And that’s where our story comes to end, sadly. Marco and Riley were arrested that day, and sentenced to 15 years in prison. Anthony and Chet were still a bit on edge, to the point that Chet didn’t want Anthony to go anywhere without him. Anthony didn’t mind, since he felt a lot safer with Chet around.
One night, though… Anthony was laying on the couch while Chet was in their room working on something. He could hear the bass guitar tuning, and it made him smile a bit. He felt arms wrap around his shoulders, though he hadn’t heard Chet exit the room.
“Jeez, you’re quiet tonight.” He laughed softly, putting his hands over the other male’s hands. His heart dropped at the whisper.
“You haven’t won, Anthony. I escaped, and now… you’re both fucked.”
Well, there you all go! Anthony and Chet belong to the wonderful @gatobob, while Riley and Marco belong to me! I hope you all enjoyed!
This is more fluffy compared to what I usually write! Vincent belongs to @electricpuke and Lawrence belongs to belong to @gatobob. So enjoy!
"God, why does gift shoppin' have to be so hard?" Vincent sighed as he looked through the large variety of flowers. Normally, the brute wasn't one for "soft" gifts, such as flowers or candies, but he knew his boyfriend enjoyed plants and flowers and such, so he tried to think of something that would appeal to the blond. 'Okay, he likes all kinds of flowers... So maybe I can get him a... What was it called? Bouquet?' He groaned quietly to himself. 'God, I suck at this...'
Lawrence hummed softly as he tended to his plants with a content smile. He glanced up at the clock on his wall for about the fifth time and sighed softly, setting the watering can down. "Where is he?" He murmured aloud, though he was the only one in the stuffy apartment. He was a bit upset that Vincent hadn't come home yet, even though his shift should have ended around twenty minutes ago. 'I hope he's okay... He hasn't even texted me.' Lawrence would admit that he's worried, but he worries about every little thing so it was nothing new that he was worried about the wolf.
After around thirty to forty five minutes of browsing and scolding himself for being terrible at deciding what to get his own boyfriend, Vincent finally decided on a nice bouquet full of violet, blue, pink and yellow anemones (at least he thinks that's what they were called; he can't really remember what the lady told him). He even bought a single special flower in case the bouquet didn't work.
There was no real reason that Lawrence could think of as to why Vincent was late. Well, "late." It's not as if the large male had a curfew or anything. Lawrence just liked him to be home as soon as possible. Lawrence looked at the clock again and only succeeded in making himself more worried. "Should I call him? Maybe something happened..." His thoughts were interrupted by the door unlocking and opening.
"I'm home." Vincent called, setting his keys on the table and holding the bouquet behind his back. He was a bit surprised when Lawrence embraced him warmly, burying his face in the larger male's chest. "...I missed you..." He murmured, his speech muffled by Vincent's shirt. Vincent was stunned for a second or two before he laughed softly and wrapped his arms around Lawrence. "I missed ya, too, Law. How was your day?"
Lawrence sighed and let go of Vincent, "Boring. You know it always is when you're not around." He gave him a shy smile. Vincent gave him a proud smile, "Well, I'm glad to hear that. I, uh..." He cleared his throat nervously, "I got ya somethin'..." Lawrence tilted his head, "Huh? You did? Why?" Vincent held out the bouquet and averted his eyes from the blond. "I was just thinkin' about ya at the store and figured I could get ya somethin'... So I got ya a... A bouquet." He cleared his throat again, as he wasn't sure if he pronounced it right.
Lawrence stared at him for a moment, then his eyes traveled to the bouquet. 'Anemones...' He gazed at the colorful bouquet, a smile soon spreading across his lips as he reached out to gently grab it. It was a thoughtful gift, and he really appreciated it. He smiled brightly at Vincent, the smile briging a warm, fuzzy feeling to the large male's chest. "Thank you, Vincent. It's really sweet." He turned to set it on the table when he noticed something red behind Vincent's back. "Huh? What's that?" Lawrence pointed to the unknown object behind his boyfriend's back.
Vincent glanced behind his back, since he had forgotten what else he was holding. "Oh, right... It was, uh..." He held it out in front of him. A single poppy. It was red, and Vincent was being careful not to crush it (since the flower was extremely small compared to his hand). Lawrence's smile became brighter and tears welled in his eyes.
For a moment, Vincent started to internally panic. He thought he had done something wrong. "Ah, shit, Law-- Are ya ok--" He was cut off by a strong, warm hug from the slightly smaller male, who buried his face in Vincent's chest. "...I'm fine. I'm great, actually." He answered, his speech again muffled by Vincent's shirt. The large male slightly relaxed at that answer. "Oh... You're happy, ain't ya?" He chuckled softly. Lawrence pulled away and nodded, quickly wiping away his tears with his sleeves. "Oh, shoot, sorry... That probably worried you, huh? Crap, I'm sorry!"
Vincent laughed softly as he set the poppy in a nearby vase on the table. He turned to Lawrence and wrapped his strong arms around the male's waist, leaning down and kissing him sweetly. The kiss lasted a good few minutes before they both pulled away, Lawrence's face almost as red as his poppy. "I love you, Law." He said, nuzzling Lawrence's neck lovingly. Lawrence was stunned for a moment before a smile made its way to his lips and he hugged Vincent back, whispering, "...I love you, too, Vince..."
This gets a little dark and contains Hanahaki disease, so I’ll put it under the cut!
"Sid, come on! Leave his room and let's go!" Chet called from downstairs. "Hold on, I'm pretty sure she put something of mine in here!" He called from Anthony's old room. He sighed when he looked around. Bare walls... Holes from when he had thrown something at Sid to get him out... There was even dust outlines of his old furniture. Feeling like snooping around just to see if the workers had left anything, Sid looks around everywhere. He opens the door to the closet and looks inside. Nothing...
Wait.
Hold on, what's this?
Sid reaches down and picks up a dusty old journal. He brushes the dust off the front and reads the cover. "Personal Journal." Sid frowns and opens the notebook.
January 2nd, 2017
So, I suppose I could use this old thing. I've had this book for a while, but I've never written anything in it. I guess I've just never had anything interesting to write about. Maybe this year will be different. But, hey, I'm 28 now... Fun. God, why do I feel so... Depressed?
Sid chuckles as he reads this, remembering that day. He had invited Anthony, Chet and Farz out to a new amusement park that opened up. Anthony had been extremely hesitant on going, insisting that he wanted to stay home and get some cleaning done. But Sid knew better than that. Anthony's house was always in pristine condition, so Anthony wouldn't have had anything to clean. After some convincing, Anthony had finally agreed to go but... Something was off about him. When he smiled, it looked extremely forced, like he didn't want to smile at all. When Sid tried to get him to go on a ride with him, he would go, but it looked more like he was being tortured than anything. And every time one of them asked if he was okay, he would always get this snappy tone and say that he was fine. They had decided to drop the question. Sid shakes his head and continues reading the entry.
Sid invited me to go with him, Chet and Farz to a new amusement park. I told them I didn't want to go because I had cleaning to do. It was a lie, obviously, but I didn't know what else to tell them. "Sorry I don't want to hang out because I hate everyone right now"? Yeah, how do you think that would've gone over? Not very well. I agreed after, like, twenty minutes of insisting that I didn't want to go. I forced every single smile I wore that night, and I swear I was going to punch someone if they kept asking me if I was alright. Again, what could I have said? I told them I didn't want to be there, and I wasn't lying. But... When they dropped me off, they looked... Weird. Like they were scared of me. Please. Who'd be scared of me? That's what Sid would say if I said anything... I wanted to ask them why they looked that way, but... I don't know. Something in me told me to keep my mouth shut. So I did.
Sid frowned when he read this. Did they really looked scared? He tried to remember what had happened...
"Alright, Anthony, I guess... Uh.. I guess we'll see you later?" Farz said a bit awkwardly as the older male exited the car. Anthony shrugged, "Yeah, sure, I guess." Chet frowned, "Alright, An, what's going on? You've been acting weird all night." Anthony frowned himself, crossing his arms. "Weird? How have I been acting weird?" He asked, cocking his hip to the side. "You haven't noticed? You're a lot less peppy, you're way more pessimistic, your smiles were obviously forced and you kept snapping at us when we tried to ask if you were okay." Anthony's left eye twitched and he bared his teeth, like an animal. "Yeah, well, maybe I don't like it when you guys are constantly breathing down my neck. Did you ever think of that? Probably not because your minds are too small to comprehend when someone is uncomfortable with your actions!" He snapped, glaring at them.
Oh, right... Anthony had yelled at Chet. That's what had scared them. Anthony wasn't the type to yell, let alone at one of his friends. He had scared them into silence, even. Sid shook his head again, trying to clear the memory from his mind as he continued reading.
God... What's wrong with me? Why do I feel so... Angry? I just want to punch everyone I see... One of these days I'm going to snap. I don't know when, but it feels like soon. Maybe I just need to stay away from everyone for a while... Yeah. Yeah, that might help.
The entry ends there. Sid would've read the others, but Chet barged into the room. "What's taking so-- ...What's that?" He asked, walking over to look at the journal.
"I dunno exactly what it is, but I found it in his closet. I guess the workers didn't get it when they cleaned this place out." Sid shrugged.
Chet grabbed the journal from Sid, turning it over in his hand. "Huh... I didn't know he kept a journal." He looked over at the obnoxious male. "Did you read it?"
Sid grinned, "I read some of it. Only one entry, but damn, it was long."
Chet nodded with a fond smile, "Yeah... He liked to write, so I can imagine he would have some long stuff in here." Both males looked each other in the eyes before mutually agreeing to finish reading it.
March 5th, 2017
Nothing is going right today.
I feel so... useless... I don't know what's wrong with me, honestly. I just feel... I can't even describe it. Futile? Pointless? Unavailing? I don't know, honestly.
I haven't talked to Chet in weeks, and I haven't talked to Sid or Farz since January... I just can't bring myself to look at them anymore. I keep getting these nightmares... Or visions, I guess, whatever you want to call them...
I'm... I'm standing in a room. On one side is Chet, on another is Farz, and right in front of me is Sid. He's smiling... but his eyes are lifeless. Like... like he wasn't human... I'm scared. I back up, and I fall right into... something. It's like a really, really dark red color, but it's sticky. I can't move. I feel something crawling up my throat, and next thing I know I'm spitting up flower petals, for God's sake...
There's something wrong with me, isn't there?
The entry ends there, and the two males exchanged... almost worried glances. "Sid..."
"I know... It's... Let's just keep reading."
March 12th, 2017
I can't even leave my room anymore. Last week was complete and utter Hell. I only left to puke, and it wasn't even normal...
It was black.
There were... there were petals in it...
My vision was too blurry for me to see what type of flower petals they were, but that's not fucking normal, is it?
It can't be normal...
No fucking way...
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March 31st, 2017
I can't move.
Please help me.
I'm not normal...
I know I'm not...
But what did I do to deserve this?
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April 3rd, 2017
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Their heart rates were increasing with each page they read. There began to be black... liquid on each of the pages now, splattered sporadically like tear drops.
April 30th, 2017
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They found that the next page was the last, and they were dreading reading it. If the other pages had been like this, who knows what the last page would entail?
May 1st, 2017
...I can move. I can talk. I can write. But it doesn't matter any more. I only have a few minutes before I drop, don't I? The doctors have quarentined me and I can't see any of my friends before I die. They let me keep my journal, though. I asked them if they could contact Farz and tell him to come get my journal. I want it to not be with me when I die so, if by some miracle, if my friends find it, they know that I still care for them and I'm sorry for holing myself away during all of this. I didn't want you to see me like this...
Especially you, Sid.
I know you're reading this.
But don't cry, okay? Smile.
Because...
With April showers...
Comes May flowers.
Thank you for reading, and I hope you enjoyed!
Chet, Anthony, Sid, and Farz are from a wonderful webcomic called This Is Not Romance made by the wonderful @gatobob
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"Aclese."
"And what does it do?"
"It burns skin when it comes in contact with an impure soul, but turns the skin a darker color when it comes in contact with a pure soul."
"What happened when it touched you?"
"It burned me, sir."
"Good girl. You see, that's the kind of testing we do here at the facility. We test who's pure and who's impure, who's ready for the outside and who's not, et cetera."
"Uh... H-hello? Is this thing on? ...oh, it is? It is! Okay!! Hi, um... do I need to say my name? No? Okay, well, um... Oh, God, uh... I-I'm sorry, I'm new to this..."
"So, uh, this... this is a research program dedi--...dedicated to... uh..."
