First of all, Papa Smurf didn't create Smurfette. Gargamel did. She was sent in as Gargamel's evil spy with the intention of destroying the Smurf village, but the overwhelming goodness of the Smurf way of life transformed her. And as for the whole gang-bang scenario, it just couldn't happen. Smurfs are asexual. They don't even have reproductive organs under those little white pants. That's what's so illogical, you know, about being a Smurf. What's the point of living if you don't have a dick?
She knocks the knight’s sword away. He stumbles, dumb-founded. She holds the beasts’ head in her hands, despair glowing in her eyes. The creature whimpering.
“Hush now, Augustus. It’s alright. He cannot hurt you”,she whispers in an entrancing tone. Her eyes examining the new knight pledge shaking in his boots. His posture rigid.
She crawls down Augustus’s back, keeping distance between her and the pledge. Her pupils trail his figure, looking at his small physique. She laughs at his terror, finding the new visitor entertaining. He blushes her incessant giggling startling his resolve.
“What’s your name pledge?” she impassively wails, seemingly lackluster. She rests against Augustus’ side, his hide warming her skin through her flimsy dress. The pledge stammers out, “Clyd Graves”.
“Graves”, she repeats. She stared at the pledge with a sense of familiarity. She skips towards him cobalt blue eyes shimmering, her sickly white fingers touch his flushed skin. “You’re real!!”,she shrieks. His warmth leaving blisters on her fingertips.
I am so fucking tired of rape fics. I am a sexual assault survivor and you sexulise rape. why. why do I work so hard to get better and it all get ruined by some horny asshole just like last time. THESE CHARATERS DONT WANT TO RAPE YOU. rape is horrible, its NOT sexy. its traumatizing. why do you keep talking about it and writing about it. STOP MINIMIZING MY PAIN WITH YOUR DERANGED FANTASIES.
Simon Riley isnt a rapist
Leon Kennedy isnt a rapist
and belive it or not Jonathan Crane ISNT A FUCKING RAPIST
After Donnie’s therapy session with Dr. Thurman, his parents told him to wait in the car. He didn’t argue. He was used to these sessions ending with hushed voices and worried glances, the kind that made him feel more like a case study than a person. As he stepped outside, the cool autumn air bit at his skin, but the weight in his chest was heavier than the cold.
Mentions of drugs (shrooms),Angst, fluff, CRACK (im jk), drugged!donnie, drugged!reader (consensual ofc), mentions of FRANK! That should be it! If not make sure to LMK!
Inside the office, Dr. Thurman sighed as she folded her hands on her desk. “Mr. and Mrs. Darko, I believe Donnie needs a stronger prescription than what he’s currently on.”
Rose nodded, though a knot formed in her throat. She tried to swallow it down, forcing a shaky laugh. “I’m sorry, it’s just-” She hesitated, then wiped away a stray tear. “Does he still… talk about Frank?”
Eddie reached for her hand, squeezing it gently.
“Yes,” Dr. Thurman confirmed, her voice careful. “In fact, he’s mentioned that Frank’s influence has been growing stronger. He says Frank insists that he has to do certain things- that if he doesn’t, something bad will happen to the people around him.” She paused. “I don’t know if Donnie has acted on any of these thoughts, but what concerns me most is how persistent they are.”
Rose swallowed hard. “Has he mentioned anything about Y/N?” she asked, her fingers fidgeting with Eddie’s grip.
Dr. Thurman smiled softly. “Yes. He talks about her all the time. It’s clear he cares about her deeply.” She hesitated before continuing. “But that’s also where my concern lies. He’s very… attached. And according to Donnie, Frank becomes most aggressive when he’s away from her.”
Rose’s stomach twisted. “What do you mean?”
Dr. Thurman sat up straighter. “This morning, Donnie told me that Frank gave him a direct command.” She exhaled, as if debating whether to say the next part aloud. Finally, she looked Rose in the eyes.
“He told Donnie to stab her.”
The words hit like a sledgehammer. Rose’s breath hitched, and Eddie stiffened beside her.
“H-how long has Frank been saying these things?” Rose asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
“Donnie said it started today,” Dr. Thurman admitted. “But thoughts like these don’t just appear overnight. That’s why I want to increase his medication.”
Rose took a deep breath, nodding.
“Whatever you think is best, we’ll do.”
Donnie sat in the back seat of the car, his head resting against the window. The world outside passed by in a blur of muted colors, but all he could focus on was Frank’s voice, repeating over and over again in his head.
If you don’t do this, bad things will happen.
He clenched his jaw, willing the thought away. He wouldn’t. He couldn’t.
He let out a shaky breath, his mind shifting to a different idea. Maybe his meds were the problem. Maybe he didn’t need to be pumped full of pills that dulled him into submission. Maybe he needed something… different.
He thought about that weird hippie kid in his class, the one who swore that mushrooms and weed had changed his life. Donnie wasn’t one to take advice from guys who smelled like patchouli and cheap incense, but… maybe the kid had a point.
His thoughts were interrupted when the car door opened. His mother slid in, offering him a small, hesitant smile.
“Well,” she started, forcing optimism into her voice, “Dr. Thurman is going to prescribe you stronger medication.”
Donnie scoffed, side-eyeing her. “That’s the solution, huh? Just pump me full of more meds and hope I shut up?” He shook his head. “Fucking great.”
Rose’s smile faltered. “Donnie-”
“Son,” Eddie cut in, his voice steady. “Dr. Thurman is just trying to help you.”
“Yeah, okay.” Donnie exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. “Can I go to Y/N’s?”
“I don’t know, Donnie,” Rose hesitated. “Dr. Thurman said-”
But Donnie didn’t wait for her answer. He threw the door open and bolted.
He didn’t care what Dr. Thurman said. He didn’t care what his parents thought was best for him.
All he knew was that he needed to see Y/N.
By the time Donnie reached Y/N’s house, his lungs burned, but the panic gripping his chest was far worse than any exhaustion. His breath came in sharp gasps as he pounded on her front door, his fists trembling with urgency.
The door swung open, and before Y/N could even react, Donnie lunged at her, knocking them both to the floor. His arms locked around her like a lifeline, his whole body shaking as he buried his face in her chest.
“H-he’s at it again.. h-he told me that if I don’t, bad things are gonna happen,” he choked out between ragged sobs. His grip tightened, as if letting go would make Frank’s words come true.
Y/N didn’t hesitate. Her arms wrapped around him, her fingers weaving into his hair as she rocked him slightly, whispering soft reassurances.
“Shhh, baby, I’ve got you. You’re safe.” She pressed a kiss to the top of his head. “Frank isn’t real. He can’t hurt you.”
Donnie’s breathing remained uneven, but he clung to her warmth, grounding himself in her presence.
After a few moments, Y/N pulled back slightly, tilting his chin up so he’d look at her. “What triggered this?” she asked gently.
Donnie swallowed, avoiding her eyes. “Frank… he’s getting worse. He doesn’t like that I spend so much time with you.” His voice was shaky, uncertain. “This morning, he told me to…” He trailed off, his lip quivering.
“To what?” Y/N pressed, though part of her already knew the answer.
Donnie finally met her gaze. “He told me to stab you.”
The room fell into thick silence. Y/N’s breath caught in her throat, but she didn’t flinch.
Donnie rushed to speak again, his voice desperate. “But I wouldn’t. You know I wouldn’t. That’s why I need to do something. I need to shut him up. And if my meds aren’t working…” He hesitated, then exhaled shakily. “Maybe shrooms will.”
Y/N blinked. “Shrooms?”
“There’s this guy at school- he says they help with… stuff like this. Mental shit and.. h-he sells too...” Donnie’s fingers curled into the fabric of her shirt. “I just need to try something different. I can’t keep feeling like this.”
Y/N studied him carefully. She could see the exhaustion in his face, the desperation in his eyes. She didn’t like the idea..at all, but what other options did he have?
After a long pause, she exhaled. “Alright. But if we do this, we do it safely. No taking random shit from some stoner in a parking lot. Maybe I’ll see if he sells it to me..”
Donnie blinked. “Wait, we?”
Y/N raised a brow. “You think I’m letting you trip alone?”
Donnie let out a short, breathless laugh, the tension in his chest loosening just a little. He nodded, and for the first time that day, he felt like maybe…just maybe, things might get better.
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The next day, Y/N waited by the back of the school, feeling her heart race. She had no idea what she was doing, but she had to do something to help Donnie. The look on his face the night before had haunted her. She had to find something, anything…that could help him find some peace, even if it meant crossing a line she wasn’t proud of.
She spotted the hippie guy leaning against the brick wall, his usual nonchalant vibe surrounding him. His tie-dye shirt and long, messy hair made him look like a living stereotype, but Y/N had no time to overthink it.
She approached him with a deep breath. “Hey,” she greeted, trying to sound casual despite the storm of nerves inside her.
He looked up, his expression shifting into one of recognition. “Yo, what’s up?” he asked, taking a slow drag from the joint in his hand.
Y/N bit her lip, unsure of how to start. “I need some mushrooms,” she said quietly, glancing around to make sure no one could hear her. The words felt like they weighed a ton as they left her mouth.
The hippie’s eyes narrowed immediately. “Mushrooms?” he echoed, his voice dropping to a whisper. He looked around quickly, then gave her a pointed look. “You sure you wanna be asking for that so loud? People don’t exactly like hearing about that shit.”
Y/N’s heart skipped a beat. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to-” she faltered, feeling the anxiety tighten in her chest. “I need them for me. And, uh, for a friend too.”
He raised an eyebrow but didn’t say anything immediately. Instead, he took another slow hit from his joint. “Alright, alright. Just… keep it down. It’s not exactly something you wanna go broadcasting, ya know?”
Y/N nodded quickly, her eyes flicking nervously to the side. “Yeah, I get it. It’s… it’s for me, but my friend could use some too. I just- everything’s been so much lately, and I think it could help.”
The hippie studied her, his expression hardening slightly, as if trying to gauge whether she was serious. “You sure you’re ready for this? Mushrooms are no joke. Don’t fuck with them unless you know what you’re doing.”
Y/N hesitated. “I’ve done some research. I know what I’m getting into. I just need something to take the edge off, you know?”
He didn’t look entirely convinced, but after a long moment of silence, he shrugged. “Fine. I got some. But you gotta understand- it’s not just a fun high. You need to be in the right headspace.”
“I know,” she assured him, her voice softer now. “I’m just… I need it. Please.”
He pulled out a small, crinkled bag from his pocket, weighed it in his hand for a moment, then handed it to her. “Here. This’ll do you. But remember, you gotta be careful with this shit. Don’t go giving it to random people. Just… use it for what you need.”
Y/N reached into her bag and pulled out the cash. She handed him a wad of twenties, careful not to let her hands shake too much. “Thanks,” she said, stuffing the bag into her jacket pocket.
He took the money without a word, stuffing it into his own pocket, his eyes still lingering on her with suspicion. “You got your own, huh?” he said, glancing at the bag. “I hope you know what you’re doing.”
“I do,” Y/N said quickly, forcing a smile. “It’ll be fine.”
“Alright then. Just remember, this is on you. Be careful.” He flicked his joint to the ground, crushing it under his boot before walking off, leaving her alone with the small, crinkled bag in her hand.
They were small, she wasnt sure if they would actually have any affect on her or Donnie, she just hopes that it’ll help her boyfriend.
Donnie and Y/N are quick to come back to the house, Y/N’s house of course. They scurry off in her room, door locked, lights dimmed and Y/N sits on her bed whilst Donnie follows.
“Okay,” Y/N said, sitting cross-legged across from Donnie on her bed. “These are legit. Nothing synthetic, nothing sketchy. Small dose, enough to feel something but not lose our minds.” She hopes what she says is true, after all- she did buy it from the hippie guy at school. Real trustworthy ey?
He looked up at Y/N. “You sure about this?”
She smirked. “I should be asking you that.”
He exhaled sharply, then popped them into his mouth, chewing fast. They were bitter and earthy, like eating stale sunflower seeds mixed with dirt. Y/N made a face as she chewed hers.
“Jesus, that’s disgusting,” she muttered, grabbing her water bottle and taking a sip.
Donnie just grimaced, swallowing hard. “No turning back now.”
The first twenty minutes felt normal. Maybe it wasn’t working. Maybe this was bullshit.
Then- something shifted.
It started in his stomach, a subtle unease that wasn’t quite nausea, but close. Then, a warmth spread through his limbs, slow and creeping, like sunlight filtering through his skin.
The walls looked… softer. No, not just softer. Alive. The shadows flickered and swayed like they were breathing. The texture of the blankets beneath his fingers suddenly fascinated him- why did it feel so intricate? He traced the fabric with his fingertips, as if discovering it for the first time.
“Whoa,” Y/N murmured, tilting her head back against the pillow. “It’s happening.”
Donnie turned to her, and for a second, her face looked different. Not scary, just… strange. Her features stretched ever so slightly, like he was seeing her through warped glass. Then it snapped back, and she was just Y/N again- only more vivid, like someone had turned up the contrast on reality.
His body felt light, but his mind? It was heavy. Thoughts rolled in like waves, overlapping, relentless. He felt everything at once- fear, euphoria, dread, nostalgia.
And then, like a whisper from the back of his skull, he felt him.
Frank.
Donnie’s heart kicked up.
He didn’t see him yet, but he felt him. That familiar presence pressing against his consciousness, the weight of something just beyond the veil of his perception.
He squeezed his eyes shut, gripping the blanket beneath him. Not now. Please, not now.
Y/N’s voice broke through the fog.
“Donnie..Donnie…Donnie?”
His eyes snapped open. She was staring at him, brows knitted together, her expression gentle but alert.
“You okay?” she asked softly.
Donnie swallowed. He wasn’t sure.
“I-” He stopped.
Because now he saw him.
Frank stood at the edge of the room, near Y/N’s desk, his towering frame half-shrouded in shadow. But he wasn’t menacing this time. He wasn’t looming over Donnie, whispering threats.
He was just… standing there. Watching.
Donnie’s pulse pounded in his ears. His mind raced. This wasn’t like before. He wasn’t hallucinating Frank, not in the usual way. This felt different. This felt like-
A conversation.
Frank tilted his head.
Donnie blinked. The air in the room felt thick, like gravity had doubled. His fingers twitched against the blankets.
“What do you want?” he whispered.
Y/N stiffened. “Who are you talking to?”
Donnie exhaled shakily, barely able to tear his eyes away from Frank. “He’s here.”
Y/N’s hand found his, gripping it firmly. “What’s he doing?”
Donnie studied Frank’s still figure. Nothing. He wasn’t whispering, wasn’t commanding.
He was waiting.
A thought bloomed in Donnie’s mind, quiet but profound: What if Frank is just me?
The idea hit him like a punch to the chest. What if Frank wasn’t some external force? What if he wasn’t some demon tormenting him? What if he was just… a reflection? A projection of everything Donnie feared?
Frank tilted his head again, as if acknowledging the thought.
Donnie sat up straighter, heart hammering. His whole life, he had fought against Frank-feared him. But what if… what if he faced him instead?
His fingers clenched in the fabric of his jeans. He inhaled deeply, steadying himself. Then, he spoke.
“You’re not real.”
Frank remained silent.
Donnie’s voice grew stronger. “You don’t control me.”
The air seemed to shift. The weight pressing on Donnie’s chest lifted, just slightly. Frank didn’t move, but something in the way he existed flickered.
Donnie exhaled, shaking his head.
“You’re just a part of me,” he whispered. “A scared, fucked-up part of me. But you don’t get to run my life.”
For the first time ever, Frank stepped back.
Donnie’s breath hitched. His body felt lighter, like something heavy had finally started to peel away from him. Frank stood at the edge of the room, his form flickering, fading.
And then- he was gone.
Just like that.
The room was still. The tension that had gripped Donnie’s body for years had loosened, like a rope finally being untied. He blinked rapidly, disoriented, before turning to Y/N.
She was staring at him, concern still etched into her features. “What just happened?” she asked cautiously.
Donnie let out a breathless, disbelieving laugh.
“I think…” He swallowed, rubbing his face. “I think I just talked to him. Like, really talked to him.”
Y/N squeezed his hand. “And?”
Donnie looked down at their intertwined fingers. A small, exhausted smile tugged at his lips.
“And I don’t think he’s coming back.”
The next morning, the world looked… different. Not drastically, but subtly. Lighter. Quieter.
Donnie sat on Y/N’s porch, watching the sky shift from deep navy to soft orange as the sun began to rise. He felt tired, but not in the usual way. Not the soul crushing exhaustion of constantly fighting his own mind.
This was a good kind of tired. A peaceful kind.
Y/N stepped outside, pulling a hoodie over her head as she sat beside him. She nudged his knee with hers. “So. How’s your brain?”
Donnie exhaled, staring up at the sky. “Not sure.” He paused. “But for the first time in a long time… it’s quiet.”
She smiled, leaning her head on his shoulder. “Quiet’s good.”
He nodded, breathing in the cool morning air.
Yeah. Quiet was really fucking good.
But as he sat there, a flicker of doubt crept in. Could it really be that easy? Would Frank stay gone, or was this just a temporary illusion? The thought gnawed at him, but before he could sink too deep, Y/N’s fingers found his hands.
“You look like you’re thinking too much,” she murmured.
Donnie let out a short laugh. “I think that’s my default setting.”
She squeezed his hand. “Well, stop. Just exist for a second.”
He inhaled deeply, letting the crisp morning air fill his lungs. The birds were waking up, their chirps soft and rhythmic. The distant hum of a car rolling down the street blended into the quiet. Nothing felt threatening. Nothing felt wrong.
Maybe this was it. Not some grand, dramatic breakthrough just this. Sitting on a porch with someone who understood him. Feeling the warmth of another person next to him. Existing in a world that, for once, didn’t feel like it was actively trying to swallow him whole.
Donnie glanced at Y/N, his lips twitching into something small, but real. “Hey,” he said.
She turned to him. “What?”
“Thanks,” he said simply. “For being here. For… all of this.”
She smirked. “Yeah, yeah. Just don’t become one of those annoying hippies who thinks mushrooms can solve all of life’s problems.”
Donnie snorted. “No promises.”
She rolled her eyes, but her smile lingered as she looked back at the sky.
For a long time, neither of them spoke. They didn’t need to.
And for the first time in a long time, Donnie wasn’t afraid of what came next…
Hey guys! This is my first actual short story. Im sorry if it is a little choppy, but i hope you guys enjoyed it and let me know what other stories i should do next !!
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