clouduru-chan

an idiot with a head in the clouds

[clouduru-chan]

MASTERLIST

"Só ladeira abaixo"

(arts of my authorship)

* Synopsis

*Chapter 1 - The worst day (part 1)

*Chapter 2 - O pior dia (part 2)

*Chapter 3 - Cultural appropriation [in progress]

*Chapter 4 - Pimenta no cu dos outros é refresco [in progress]

[lillyneni]

Do you think if I draw fanart I can bribe the Danny Phantom fandom into writing Dispatch crossover fanfics? 🥺

[clouduru-chan]

I still have to draw this twink more to get to the perfection I want.

[clouduru-chan]

Guess who's having an anxiety attack right now?

Me

[izzyuannn]

[clouduru-chan]

You were typing on your cell phone, talking to a new person who seemed very interesting.

[You]: Tell me more about yourself

[Mark 🫦]: I don't drink, I don't smoke, I don't date men, I go to sleep at 10 pm and wake up at 6 am. Peaceful and calm...

[You]: You are perfect for me 🤤🤤🤤

[Mark 🫦]: But when I get out of prison everything will change

You couldn't win them all, but he did have a nice chest and a great ass.

[clouduru-chan]

[feefal]

You died! Choose your next reincarnation.

Remember, amount of karma farmed during lifetime will vary depending on chosen form.

[clouduru-chan]

You were using your cell phone, or rather, you were on Twitter, checking out the posts and the latest news like the gossipy Brazilian that you were.

Until Jair Messias Bolsonaro was arrested and there were several people making a trend mocking the former president who was arrested for inciting discord and terrorism.

Let's say it was the Brazilian Trump who was stabbed and posted the photo of the vices on social media because he thought he would get empathy from people. It was a middle ground, many fanatics were worried and others disgusted.

You were disgusted.

Talking about the trend, it was a photo of a person or a fictional character with the phrase written: "URGENT! (Insert name) was never ARRESTED, just to provoke Bolsonaro."

So you took a picture of your boyfriend who was next to you, Mark didn't understand why the picture was taken, and soon he received the notification that you posted something on Twitter.

It was a photo of him with the caption: "🚨☄️URGENT! Mark Grayson was never ARRESTED, just to provoke Bolsonaro"

He didn't understand anything and you had the most idiotic smile possible on your lips, thinking you did the most romantic thing in the world.

(Mark): what the fuck -

[clouduru-chan]

I was watching a gameplay of dead space.

My head is already creating an incredible story with Mark in this fucked up universe and knowing the reader who is a recruit security guard on the Ishimura ship.

I was thinking that there would be three types of necromorphs that Mark (and an unprepared Viltrumite) wouldn't be able to deal with: Hunter, Generator, and Twitcher.

The story would be at the end of the second season, Mark facing Agnstrom, and then sent to an unknown dimension, in an isolated "facility" until Mark finds the first corpse of a coroner in the hospital area of the ship, but soon being caught by surprise by an infector infecting a corpse and he seeing the same corpse transforming into a slasher, but is soon "saved" by Reader who is using mining equipment.

And now they both try to survive on the ship infested with grotesque undead while suffering hallucinations thanks to the marker.

I'm afraid how quickly I can create a crazy story.

[clouduru-chan]

You and Mark were watching television, until you stood up and looked into your boyfriend's brown eyes.

(Y/n): Mark... I have something to confess to you... Do you know about the nights I sneak out?

Mark was already suspecting that his boyfriend was cheating on him, so Mark looked at you coldly.

(Mark): I know you're cheating on me...

(Y/n): WHAT?! NO! HOLY SHIT! I want to tell you that I'm a superhero you idiot!

Mark's eyes widened briefly when you revealed the secret, but Mark looked at you strangely, as your appearance didn't resemble any hero he knew.

(Mark): And which hero are you?

You gave an amused smile, and began to get dressed, putting on black lipstick on your lips, a thin leather high heel boot, a red wig and a black leather swimsuit that clung in all the right places, according to Mark.

(Y/n): I AM THE RED PANTHER!!

Again, Mark didn't know that hero.

(Mark): Was I supposed to know this one?

(Y/n): OF COURSE IT WAS!

(Mark): May I know how you became this "red panther"?

You had a wistful look in your eyes as you looked at your boyfriend, about to tell him your tragic superhero story.

(Y/n): I was completely rebuilt. They put prosthetics in my body to make me stronger, and they removed all the hair on my body so I could run faster.... I have sharp spikes on my boots that I use as weapons.

(Mark): Wait a minute... Are you telling me you're a drag queen?

(Y/n): WHAT?! WHERE DID YOU GET THAT?

You speak heatedly and annoyed at your boyfriend for assuming that of you.

(Mark): You're covered in prosthetics, shaved and wear stiletto heels.

(Y/n): IT'S TO FIGHT CRIME MARK!

(Mark): To fight crime? And how exactly does that work?

(Y/n): Hey... I spend the night in bars and clubs... Where there are people who want to do bad things

(Mark): Right... And when you fight crime... Do you sleep with these bad men?

(Y/n): .... This doesn't even happen right... I kind of drug them... I think I understand what you want to get to....

You realized you were a drag queen and made yourself look ridiculous in some situations just to prove a point, you sat on the couch a little defeated. Which made Mark a little bad, even though he's still suspicious, but he knows you're just a clueless idiot.

So he decides to reveal his secret too.

(Mark): I'm a superhero too...

(Y/n): Which superhero are you?

(Mark): The invincible...

The silence between the two of you lasted for a moment, making Mark wonder about you, until you opened your mouth.

(Y/n): Should I meet him?

(Mark): ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!

[clouduru-chan]

You were a little busy at the moment, washing the dishes at home until you received a notification on your cell phone. You had to stop what you were doing to check what it was.

It was your boyfriend sending an audio message on his cell phone, out of curiosity and to not take too long to respond Mark, you decided to listen to that damn audio message.

(Mark): My kitty! I just weighed my dick on the food scale. It was 500 grams of pure dick, when I realized it, I had an insight. I had to weigh my balls too, adding the testicles and my dick came to 800 grams. Pure penis mass! Almost a kilo of hard penis! And I think it's very important for my hot girlfriend to know this important information. Because she lives with an animal just like me. And to do this I had to get a hard-on, so when you get home, get ready.

The audio had ended. You looked at your phone with slight disgust. How had that idiot managed to be in a relationship with you?

And why did you accept?

[clouduru-chan]

Mark Grayson and variants with Brazilian reader (part 1)

A small addendum, I will mention a region and state for each Mark Grayson variant, as this makes it easier for me and it doesn't get too repetitive for you.

Mark Grayson mainstream

- You are the most spontaneous person he has ever met;

- You are from the central west of Brazil, precisely you are from Rio de Janeiro. You came to Chicago because your father was transferred to the United States, so you started studying at the same school as Mark;

- He was the first person you met, you pulled him in to show you things;

- Technically you adopted him;

- He had to show you the main points of Chicago so you wouldn't get lost... I think he's in love;

-He was the Invincible not long ago, and so any opportunity you put yourself in danger he saved you every time;

- You tease him by giving him a nickname in your native language.:"Menino aquarela", since the colors of his uniform resembled the colors that were mentioned in Vinícius de Moraes' song;

- Mark, as invincible, always blushed at the nickname, he didn't know if the nickname would be good or bad, but he loved the sound that came out of his lips;

- And the nickname for Mark Grayson is Quindim, it was a Brazilian sweet that you really liked, made with egg yolk and grated coconut. And also the reason for the nickname was that there was a character in children's comic books who had the same nickname, and you thought Mark looked a lot like the character(Well Mark reminded me of Quindim as a child, since in recent comics the character is unbearable);

- Again he doesn't understand the nickname, but he likes the sound of it;

- He had to build up the courage to ask you out;

- Obviously you accepted, since you also started to like that silly nerd;

- At least he had the decency to tell you that he was the Invincible, let's just say you were excited;

- Then the real fun began, he took you to every place in the United States that he could take you to visit. Then you also encouraged him to take you to Brazil, as you wanted him to get to know your culture better;

- He got lost a few times (geography was never Mark's greatest strength), but he managed;

- You were in Rio de Janeiro, you took him to see so many tourist spots and unexpected places, you show the good and bad side of the place where you were born;

- You walked along Copacabana beach, the sea was a bit rough, since there were a lot of people on the beach, and vendors shouting to get the attention of a future customer. You and Mark stood at a stall selling natural coconut water;

- You both got some sunburns;

- You started with the lightest part to the heaviest in the tourist spots, you were from pão de açúcar, cristor redentor, a biblioteca da república, praia de Ipanema, estádio do Maracanã, catedral metropolitana, floresta da Tijuca, o jardim botânico, museu do amanhã. Even some samba schools and some small bars in the favelas;

- Mark is a somewhat reserved person, but let's say he loved the samba schools, especially when there was a barbecue at the venue, and simply the school principal invited them, without knowing them;

- Well, the place where you were born had its pros and cons, but any place has that;

- He enjoyed trying the local food;

- Feijoada had a strong taste, but the seasoning helped a lot to experience that culinary delicacy. In fact, he listened carefully to the origin of that delicious food; the history of feijoada comes from the time of Colonial Brazil, when the slaves' food was very poor. The story goes that the dish was created as a kind of stew with the remains of black beans and pieces of pork that were left aside by slave owners. However, the other side of the story also says that beans were something noble and feijoada was consumed by the slave-owning elite;

- In addition to the feijoada meal, there was the globo mate biscuit, which was just a donut-shaped tapioca biscuit, and an iced mate tea, it was very common to see people at the beach eating this snack;

- And finally the quindim, Mark realized that you called it sweet because of the dessert, he blushed slightly and felt embarrassed by the comparison. In Rio de Janeiro, This sweet is especially appreciated, reflecting the Afro-Brazilian heritage and the fusion of cultures so present in Rio de Janeiro cuisine;

- And when you went to explain the translation of the name of the sweet. The name “quindim” is derived from a word of native African language origin that means “charm” or “delight”, reflecting the care and sophistication that went into its preparation. He listened intently, he's a blushing mess;

- He loved walking with you as you walked through one of the favela's hills, since you thought it was a good idea to take him to see it, mainly in the Vila Cruzeiro favela in the Alemão complex. And when you said that a reporter was brutally tortured and killed by organized crime, Mark simply picked you up and took you out of there immediately;

- I don't think it was a good idea to say that;

- And when you were robbed? He was protecting you and using his powers, there was a funny twist, One of the robbers recognized you and joked about your face, and said he wouldn't rob you because his mother was your mother's friend, so he just fought with you two not to walk in that neighborhood;

- Mark didn't understand anything;

- It was the first assault situation he suffered with you, and it was very stupid;

- But let's just say he had a funny story to tell when they got back to Chicago;

Sinister Mark

- You are from the state of Rio Grande do Sul, which is in the south of Brazil, and you were in Chicago to learn English on a course for 6 months. This way I would stay longer in the United States to work and save enough money until I finished and returned to Brazil;

- It probably wasn't a brilliant idea to go to the United States when there's a crazy superhero, but you need money, and you managed to enter the country without doing so illegally, so there are pros and cons;

- You met Mark at a coffee shop, you worked there and the strange boy came into the place and was giving you the creeps for a while;

- Until he wants to talk to you;

- Why did he want to know the clueless idiot who came to Chicago, even knowing the horrible things that are happening;

- He found you fascinating, simply because you were clueless;

- Mark became interested in you (he may be a bit of a jerk, but he helps you out in your English classes);

- He found the slight accent in your voice adorable, which still made it clear that you weren't from that country, but he liked hearing you speak in the original language, just because the sound was nice;

- He didn't expect the twist to be you "adopting" him. You pulled him everywhere you could, lucky for you that he likes you, otherwise he would have been dead a long time ago;

- You found out he was the Invincible, but instead of freaking out like a normal human being, you just said "ok" and offered him sweet bread;

- He spends a lot of time in his house that he managed to rent, it was small, but comfortable for two people;

- Grayson loves trying out traditional gaucho recipes, the ones you can replicate with the ingredients you have, like galeto na brasa (grilled chicken);

- Galeto na brasa, he had never heard of this food, but it became his favorite, he loves his meat well seasoned and roasted;

- Mark became interested in your country, he also wanted to try more delicious things from where you live;

- And maybe hear a story or two, but he's more interested in the food;

- He flew you to Brazil, with extreme security of course, Chicago was at peace for a few months without the presence of the Invincible. Mark was on vacation with his partner;

- A funny fact, it was you who asked Mark's hand to be your step-son in a romantic relationship. He just accepted;

- You two were in southern Brazil;

- The weather was pleasant, a cold that he liked, as it gave him the perfect excuse to cuddle with you and warm you up, since it is very funny to see Brazilians dying of cold in temperatures of 12 degrees Celsius (53.6 degrees Fahrenheit);

- Mark felt like he was in a place in Europe, as most of the older buildings were reminiscent of Europe, you had to explain that most people from southern Brazil have European descent, mainly German, Italian, Swiss and Ukrainian. Since Brazil has the largest European colony outside Europe;

- You went to several cities and their tourist attractions;

- Mark liked the architecture a bit, like for example the Piratini Palace, which was the seat of government, located in Praça da Matriz, in Porto Alegre, it is one of the most visited tourist attractions in the capital. With construction beginning in 1896, the neoclassical monument with imported materials was only completed in May 1921. Inside, paintings by the Italian Aldo Locatelli adorn the halls and tell the story of the gauchos;

- Taking advantage of the fact that you are in the city of Porto Alegre, you went to the metropolitan cathedral, Farroupilha park, and the famous public market;

- The beaches in Rio Grande do Sul were beautiful, Mark liked the calm of the beaches, and you could go to the small islands and enjoy the tranquility;

- Now speaking of tourist attractions, you went to Gramado, Mini mundo (a miniature city), parque de lavanda, snowland, cânion do itaibezinho, fonte do amor eterno, casa do colono, labirinto verde, trem do vinho, Pelotas, Santa Maria e etc;

- When you were in Santa Maria, you passed in front of a memorial park for the Kiss nightclub victims who died in 2013, to pay tribute. Mark just wanted to leave because he didn't like the atmosphere of the place, but he had to respect the situation;

- Mark loved culinary spices, gaucho barbecue was delicious, especially the way it was prepared, arroz carreteiro, xis (a kind of huge flat hamburger stuffed with meat and other delicacies);

- The sweets were also delicious, like the cueca virada, when you translated the name to Mark (turned underwear), he didn't understand the name and thought it was stupid, but it was very tasty, as it was crispy on the outside and soft on the inside, and had a slight cinnamon flavor;

- And finally the famous cuca (sweet bread), which is a spice that came from German cuisine, which strangely combined if eaten with grilled meat;

- When you returned to Chicago, Mark had several souvenirs and culinary spices to prepare treats with him;

- If one day he decides to dominate the world (and that day will come soon), Brazil and Latin America itself will possibly be spared from destruction.

Omni Mark

- He doesn't know where you came from, but you simply stay by his side. To tell the truth, he doesn't remember how you met, but he only knows that you're always close to him;

- Mark isn't complaining, he even enjoys his presence a little;

- Let's say, you make a good couple, he's a quiet and reserved guy, and you're a total mental patient who talks too loud;

- He was introverted, he didn't like to communicate much, but you were always communicating through him, Mark quickly realized that you could "read" what he was feeling and convey the message through him;

- He is the Invincible, a serious and dramatic person (like Omni Man), who also lives saving you from any kind of danger you get into;

- You nicknamed him:"velhinho" (translation: Old man), because of the grumpy personality, this both as Invincible and Mark Grayson;

- He likes you. So it would be very appropriate for you to date, he liked your clingy and affectionate way, it was a type of love he never received at home;

- Well, Mark wants to know everything about you and your country, and if people are like you. So the two of you planned a two-month vacation to go to Brazil;

- You encouraged him to take it to his home state, the famous Bahia;

- The hot weather, the famous tropical heat that Mark would have to get used to, but he is not complaining, to tell the truth he never complains;

- You went to Pelourinho in Salvador, the European style houses (similar to older Portuguese architecture) colored white, yellow, pink, green and blue. They were beautiful, but had a sad history of slavery in Brazil, but many consider it an important space of pride, memory and a lot of resistance;

- There, you will find old buildings that are super colorful and full of life, cool little shops, historic churches and a lot of history about the African roots of the region and Brazil;

- Still in Salvador, he and you went to the Barra lighthouse, which has one of the oldest lighthouses in America and faces a beautiful beach;

- Mark really enjoyed the natural landscape, one of his favorite places was the Chapada Diamantina, the caves have crystal clear, cold water, it's great for cooling off on hot days;

- You also visited: A basílica do Senhor Bonfim, Mercado modelo, ilha dos Frades, Mangue seco, museu da arte contemporânea da Bahia, museu nacional da cultura afro-brasileira e Porto Seguro;

- In fact, you also take it to churches of African origin, such as Candomblé and Umbanda;

- Many people who practice these religions accept you two to participate in some events to see what it was like, you participated a little. Mark, even though he wasn't an extroverted person and didn't understand half of the things that were happening, he liked that change of situation a little;

- Now let's talk about local food, Bahian food;

- Bahian food is well seasoned and slightly spicy, a flavor so intense that it stays on the tongue, as famously said acarajé, a dumpling is made with black-eyed pea dough, salt, onion and stuffed with vatapá, dried shrimp and vinaigrette;

- The other foods tried were the vatapá, abará, caruru, arroz de polvo, Xinxim de galinha, arroz de hauçá, bobó de camarão, caldo de sururu;

- And finally, the famous sweet from Bahia, cocada, made from grated coconut with condensed milk or caramel;

- As much as Mark doesn't like sugar, he sometimes likes to eat a coconut candy;

- Mark really enjoyed his trip, because in addition to getting to know a new place, at least he got to know a little bit about the corner of where the person he loves most lives.

Mohawk Mark

- They met in a funny way, you had won a scholarship to attend college in Chicago, and one day when the teacher wasn't going to teach because he was feeling unwell, you sent a message to the classroom group to arrange to meet for coffee, that each person would have to bring food. With that, some people went and brought bread, ham, cheese, coffee and milk, Mark was just there to eat, and when he met you, carrying a homemade cake in one hand and a speaker with Brazilian funk music playing in the other;

- It was a funny entrance, and Mark liked the fact that you just brought in a huge speaker with extremely loud music that no one understood the lyrics to, but they liked the sound;

- He liked the wild and stupid way;

- You met, you liked each other and now you're dating. Mark really likes you, he may be an arrogant jerk, but he likes your company;

- When the weather in Chicago changes a little, he sees you all bundled up and cold, which makes him laugh a lot;

- But he likes to be your warm blanket during this "terrible cold";

- So he started to test your patience by wanting to know Brazil, because he wanted to know what the place where you were born was like, and if there were crazy people like you;

- And so it was a trip directly to São Paulo;

- First there were the tourist attractions;

- You guys went to museu do Ipiranga, it looked like a sophisticated French building, there it showed the famous painting of Dom Pedro I on the banks of the Ipiranga River with his "white horse" and his army while shouting "Independence or death" being one of the main milestones of the country's transition from being a Portuguese colony to a Brazilian monarchy;

- You told Mark some interesting facts about the painting, like how the cry of "independence or death" never happened, this was only used to exalt the image of Dom Pedro I, who on the day of the country's "independence" had pneumonia and diarrhea on top of a small donkey;

- Mark almost choked on laughter at that information, as it really ruined the image of that beautiful, sophisticated painting they were observing;

- You took him to bairro da liberdade, where the largest Japanese community outside Japan lives, at the beginning of the neighborhood Mark saw a statue of a black woman, which was strange because it was a Japanese neighborhood in Brazil, you explained that during the second world war when the Japanese came to Brazil looking for jobs and protection because of the bombings, the freedom neighborhood was previously a neighborhood full of black people, but as the president at the time had ideologies similar to those of a certain German party at the time, removed the black population from that neighborhood and placed the Japanese people who came in large numbers into the country. Because the president had approved a "whitening" project in the country, but it was completely useless;

- Mark enjoyed listening to you tell historical facts about the country and take away some of the "magic", but you were just being honest, and also in the United States similar things happened and people don't talk about it either;

- Mark felt like he was in several places in the world in one state of the country, as he found Japanese, Italian, French, German neighborhoods... There was even an Arab neighborhood... There was a diverse choice of tourist attractions and food;

- You went to the Civil Police Museum, which told the story of the police in the country and the worst cases, the most grotesque was the fire at the Joelma building, as there were photos of people jumping from the burning building;

- Let's just say Mark left that museum a little traumatized;

- You went to bistrot de ville, biblioteca narbal fontes, casa museu Mário Andrade, castelinho do amor, vila itororo, viveiro manequinho Lopes, museu das favelas, instituto biológico e sogo plaza;

- Now we will talk about the food of São Paulo, of course most of the food seemed like copies of traditional food from other countries, but as the difference in some flavors is that they are extremely stuffed. Mark believed it was worth it since he could eat the famous "podrão de São Paulo", which was a hot dog extremely stuffed with sausage, tomato sauce, quail egg, grated cheese, mashed potatoes, potato sticks, it was bigger than his hand. So it was totally worth it;

- He ate pastel de bacalhau, sanduíche de mortadela, baião de dois com espeto de carne, kibe, esfirra, pizza, sushi, torta da rainha. These could have been foods that Mark could easily have eaten at some random Chicago restaurant, but what really made up for it was the quantity, because he realized that the Brazilian was very extreme, as most of the foods were in large quantities and stuffed... Very stuffed;

- The only thing you didn't allow him to eat was the cuscuz paulista, because even you think that's an aberration of São Paulo cuisine;

- Let's say, São Paulo had its ups and downs, but then again, every place has that, and Mark is not at all disappointed about it, He thought it was fun, the people were extreme and fun, and there were really cool places he would like to visit with you again.

Lenless Mark

- The way they met was very funny;

- You were sleeping on the stairs of the second floor of the college, wrapped in a lion print blanket and hugging a thermos, he saw you and started laughing, finding the unexpected situation extremely funny, until he sees you wake up and calls to join you;

- He was surprised, but he didn't refuse, he sat next to her, covered himself a little with the blanket, even though he wasn't cold and accepted the hot chocolate that was in the thermos. It was an interesting experience;

- You started talking a lot, and every time it got cold he would see you wrapped in the blanket with a horrible lion print;

- And obviously Mark made fun of it, but he wouldn't let anyone make fun of his blanket. Only he had that right;

- With that, you became best friends and soon after entered into a romantic relationship;

- You two are idiots, agree;

- He lives inside your dorm, and you live in his dorm;

- Mark knew you were a foreign student at college, so he was interested in where you came from, mainly because of a food you offered him to try;

- So he wanted to know everything;

- Grayson found out that you were from Minas Gerais, a Brazilian state, and you were always saying cool things about where you came from, which made him very interested;

- He's always asking you to make cheese bread, because he really liked the snack, it seemed like something decent to eat on cold days;

- And then he started pestering you about wanting to go to Brazil, he wanted to know and try other culinary delicacies;

- You agreed, and joked about how you were going to Brazil? He just picked you up and started floating, that's how you discovered you were a superhero;

- The trip was intense (for you) and fun (for him);

- Arriving in Minas Gerais, the weather was a little hot, but not uncomfortable, Mark was a Viltrumite, he would survive;

- You went to the state capital to see some tourist attractions, Belo Horizonte is the gateway to many tours around the state. However, the city also has many tourist attractions, excellent natural attractions and a series of architectural works designed by Oscar Niemeyer. Have you seen the Architectural Pampulha, Inhotim, Museu de Artes e Ofícios, Igreja São Francisco de Assis, Praça da Liberdade e Mercado Central;

- The architecture of Minas Gerais was very reminiscent of Europe, as it was the state where slave labor was used in diamond and gold mining, hence the name "Mines General". to refer the state's mining during colonial Brazil until the Brazilian monarchy;

- And nature didn't disappoint either, the Capitol was a natural spectacle, which included canyons over 20 meters high, caves, lush vegetation and waterfalls. Ultimately, it's really difficult to know where to start enjoying this little piece of Brazil that is perfect for getting in touch with nature;

- Mark enjoyed hearing the stories of the sights, the cities seemed like a great representation of old 18th and 19th century Europe, he might be a little wrong in assuming a century, but he didn't care. It was interesting to hear the story of the mining confederation, where people from the elite would carry out a coup against the Portuguese royal family so they could have more rights and not pay taxes because of the gold they withdrew. But there was a traitor who betrayed the rebellion, but the only problem is that most of the people who participated in the rebellion were important people from the elite, then they could easily pay fines and give their slaves to get rid of punishment. But they needed someone to suffer punishment to serve as a lesson, so they took a low-ranking soldier who was in the Confederacy, he executed him in a public square and his dismembered remains were placed throughout the city as a warning that they could not go against the Portuguese royal family;

- In fact, this is the story of Joaquim José da Silva Xavier, known as Tiradentes. His story was so remarkable that years after this event and Brazil becoming a republic, he became a national hero, the only problem is that there was almost no document saying what this man really looked like, so many artists drew it as the image of Jesus Christ, in fact this image is still present on 5 cent coins;

- It was an interesting story that Mark liked to hear, like, who wouldn't be interested?;

- You went to several tourist attractions, Ouro Preto, Largo das Forras, Rua Padre de Toledo, Igreja Matriz de Santo Antônio, Igreja Santíssima Trindade, Museu de Sant’Anna, Museu Casa Padre Toledo, Monte Verde, Araxá, Igreja Matriz de São Domingos de Gusmão, Fonte Dona Beja, Museu de Arte Sacra São Sebastião, Termas de Araxá e a trilha da Mata da Cascatinha;

- And finally the Barbacena Madness Museum, which was a very well-known asylum in Brazil during the 1920s and was closed in the early 1980s, let's say that the place was known worldwide as the Brazilian holocaust. Where people just dumped people in the psychiatric hospital for futile reasons, and during the military dictatorship it was the height of the hospital, where "criminals" were placed in the hospital;

- Mark didn't like the place at all, he wanted to see something cool, not a museum that talked about one of the greatest possible atrocities against human beings, but you wanted to show a part of the history of your state and your country;

- The Museum of Madness had a collection of photos and psychiatric equipment, as well as paintings and drawings made by the disabled. The feeling inside that old hospital was horrible;

- And to recover from a small traumatic event, you decided to take him to finally eat the local food;

- Well, he had already experienced the pão de queijo, then he would have to try more traditional Minas Gerais delicacies, so you introduced feijão tropeiro, which was a large mixture of black beans, egg, raw cassava flour, kale, bacon, chopped sausage. The taste surprised him, as it was slightly strong and spicy, which gave a little sting to the taste buds;

- Soon you introduced him to other delicacies, such as o frango com quiabo, frango com ora-pro-nobis, bambá de couve, frango ao molho pardo, leitão a pururuca, vaca atolada e doces de tacho;

- After trying these typical dishes, you made him contribute financial aid to the people affected by the Brumadinho and Mariana dams. He didn't care much, but he thought it was fair to contribute a little to the environmental cause and to people, he may be a little shit, but if it's important to you, he'll help;

- Let's say he's a chaotic and weird kid, but he liked simplicity, and I could understand why you were that way. So he'll be willing to do anything crazy with you, but he'll still make fun of your stupid lion print blanket.

Viltrumite Mark

- Unlike the others, you were in the country illegally, and you met an alien who was also in the country illegally. So two foreigners;

- So it was a little difficult for you to explain things to Mark, what could you teach him about Chicago when you know almost nothing? So you just taught slightly questionable social norms;

- Mark had to get used to your clingy ways, you liked to be hugged or very close to him, this type of behavior was different for him, since in Viltrum there wasn't much physical contact;

- Over time he began to need excessive physical touch, such as hugs, handshakes, kisses on the cheek, head pats, touch on the shoulder, he realized that you were very expressive with physical touches. So he started to really like it;

- When Cecil discovered that there was an alien in the United States and that he was living with a Brazilian who was in the country illegally, he didn't know what to do at first, he realized that since Mark was not a threat and could not "provoke" an alien's anger, so he simply decided to give you American citizenship and asked you to keep an eye on Mark;

- Well.... You are a lucky person;

- You started studying American history because you needed to know the basics, Mark only knew English, because Viltrumites briefly studied a planet's main language and its resources to see if the planet was suitable for joining the empire;

- So the journey is about you both discovering new things. So Mark doesn't feel a little out of place, since he's lost right along with yous;

- And so as not to be unfair to him, you insist on taking him to Brazil to at least see a place where you wouldn't feel out of place and embarrassed for making a mistake every time;

- He accepted, it's good to do field research on the planet where he's staying;

- You assumed you were going by plane, but Mark simply flew you there... At least you saved some money. And the trip went straight to Alagoas;

- It was a change of scenery for Mark, he's not complaining, he's taken this change very well;

- Mark was amazed by the natural landscape of Alagoas, the beaches were crowded with people having fun, it was a very welcome change of scenery;

- The beaches were beautiful, crystal clear waters that allowed you to see marine life up close without interfering with nature, this was the kind of resources that Viltrum needed. Mark stayed with you walking along the ecological route of miracles, where there is one of the most important natural reserves in Brazil;

- The Viltrumite liked the natural landscapes, it made him think about wanting to protect the planet from the very humans who destroy everything;

- You guys rode bikes (Mark couldn't ride, so he used his powers to have better balance on the bike), He didn't understand the reason for that movement to get to the beach, but you said it was just an interesting way to interact with the place where they were, and you also thought it was better for the two of you to do it together;

- You went to the ecological sanctuary of Santa Tereza, another natural reserve that shows a bit of the Atlantic forest, the place consists of natural pools with crystal clear water, it is a peaceful place and it is perfect to spend time alone with someone who loves calm places;

- Mark found sleeping hammocks in water strange, but it was just a "safe" way to sleep over the water using the support of the hammock, it was different, but not bad, it was strangely comfortable;

- You guys went to the Cânion do Xingó, Maceió, ilha do ferro, praia do gunga, praia da barra de são Miguel, Maragogi, museu do palácio Marechal Floriano Peixoto, La Rue, quilombo dos Palmares, Foz do rio são Francisco, Museu de Arte Sacra Pierre Chalita e o Mercado do Artesanato;

- When they were in Maceió, Mark realized that he couldn't go to certain neighborhoods and there were many abandoned houses, still being a city focused on tourism and well developed, you had to explain that there was an incident involving a petrochemical company that caused several neighborhoods in Maceió to start sinking and become dangerous due to instability, so the residents were forced to leave;

- Mark grimaced in disgust as he listened to the story, a little irritated with the humans for caring so little about their own resources, surely if the Viltrumite empire had been operating on this planet, this incident would never have happened;

- Now let's talk about good things, food! Mark really likes human food, it was different and very seasoned, It was nothing like Viltrum food, which didn't matter in terms of taste, but rather was necessary to nourish soldiers on missions. So Earth food has always been delicious, but trying Brazilian food? Mark almost cried.... Almost;

- He tried tapioca, raw cassava flour placed in a frying pan, forming a kind of pancake, and the filling is added and closed like a taco;

- It was a little sticky, but extremely delicious. Mark liked it, especially if the filling was his own choice, like ham and cheese, or well-seasoned shredded chicken that made your tongue tingle from the pepper;

- It was a practical snack at the local market or for afternoon coffee, but it was something very welcome;

- Mark also tried seafood moqueca, sururu de capote, pituzada and the famous "shrimp gumbo";

- Most of the food in Alagoas was seafood, with a very strong seasoning;

- Mark felt like he could eat that every day without getting sick of it, you were happy that your alien boyfriend liked the local food.

I promise I'll do part 2, but I thought I'd release half of the variants since I'm at the beginning of my vacation. So I will focus on my fanfics and my work hehehe

[13tinysocks]

These last few chapters have been crazy. I'm having a three-a.m. prayer for Sebastian to die.

And another service at 11 pm for dregs to have a harem of Krähe's, because a harem of Mark Graysons is too traumatizing for this poor thing.

This chapter got me because of the fact that Mohawk cried and stuff, I just wanted to punch him a lot.

Now dregs with your silly harem of Krähe's, because she deserves something much better (When choosing Krähe, she might have minor nightmares involving Lovecraftian mythology and body horror, but she'll have 20 hot robot girlfriends.)

Your art is cute as always! I think every reader insert character should just fuck each other. Actually the last ask you sent me got glitched so i could never respond with my silly brazilian dregs doodle

[clouduru-chan]

Get ready for depression

I'm currently revising the first chapter of "Dead Crow," and there will be many references to signalis; serial experiment lain; mouthwashing; I Have No Mouth, and I Must Scream; Murder drones and silent hill.

This fanfic will bring a different method that I have of writing my stories, as I like to differentiate the writing style for one story from another.

In this crazy little episode, we'll see a jerk and extremely traumatized Mark Grayson, and his ex-girlfriend (you) dead and turning into a being beyond comprehension, transforming his life into a cosmic horror. I'm tired of seeing Y/n traumatized because of Mark, I want Y/n traumatizing Mark.

Soon I will release the first chapter, don't worry about it "Só ladeira abaixo" I still intend to update the story until I finish the first arc and go on a small hiatus while I focus on this story.

[clouduru-chan]

I'm laughing like an idiot.

I was translating the name of the replicas into Brazilian Portuguese, and when I got to Elster, the name of the bird it references has "another name". The name of the elster bird in Portuguese is called "pega-rabuda" and translating this name it becomes "Grab the big ass", translating more literally. The names of birds in Brazil are very funny

[clouduru-chan]

Só ladeira abaixo

(Chapter 1)

Masterlist

*chapter 2

- O pior dia (part 2)

Narrador em

– Y/n –

It was a morning like any other. She woke up at 5:30 AM, went downstairs, prepared breakfast, made a bottle of milk, and set out her brother's medication.

Y/n noticed there was only half a bottle left of her brother's medication, meaning she would need to go into town to talk to the guy at the pharmacy who illegally supplied them with the medicine.

Some crimes were worth it.

It was a monotonous routine for Y/n, doing all of this every morning, needing to help her mother. Soon her father would come down the stairs and turn on the TV to watch the news while having his breakfast, as he religiously did every day for the past five months since they moved to the United States. After that, her mother would usually come down to grab the bottle and the medicine and go back upstairs to give it to her brother, who, by the way, was a special needs child who required constant care. She could never forget his medication.

But today was a bit different. Only her father came downstairs and politely asked her to give the bottle and the medication to her brother since her mother still wasn't feeling well. Being a good daughter and sister, Y/n just nodded. Today was a different day.

Mom was sick.

And that wasn't normal.

It felt like something bad was going to happen because of it. Y/n went upstairs to the second floor with the necessary items in hand and entered her brother's room, where he was already awake, kicking the wooden side of the bed that kept him from falling to the floor. He gave her a big, bright smile when he saw her. He had a schedule, always awake at the time for his medication. The child had a routine to follow, and the Brazilian girl chuckled softly at her younger brother's gesture. She sat down on the small bed, picking him up in her arms, and started feeding him the milk from the bottle.

He couldn't take heavy medication on an empty stomach, so she had to give him the milk with powdered infant cereal, which was rich in nutrients that boosted immunity. After 15 minutes, she had to give him 5 milliliters of carbamazepine, a medication to prevent seizures.

Having a brother with cerebral palsy wasn't easy, but she loved him, even if he wasn't her blood brother. He was a wonderful child who didn't deserve such a sad fate.

After that, she put him back to sleep. Y/n would need to check on him again at 6:30 because it would be time to place him in the wheelchair that stayed on the second floor. It was a hard job, even with her father's help when placing him in the chair. They had to be extra careful going down the stairs. They were saving money to move to a different house, needing something more comfortable and easier to manage.

Y/n left the room and decided to check on her mother. She slowly opened the bedroom door and saw her mother still lying on the bed, but she seemed awake.

(Y/n): Are you feeling any better?

Y/n didn't even start with a simple "good morning" She was too worried about her brother's mother's condition. The older woman struggled to sit up in bed, and Y/n caught a whiff of an unpleasant, almost putrid smell from her mother, but Y/n assumed it was because she had sinusitis and was smelling old blood clotted in her nose since it made it hard to breathe with all the pus blocking her nasal passages.

The woman looked at her, exhausted, looking very pale.

(Y/m): I still have a fever...

The girl grew more worried.

(Y/n): And the wound? Is it still hurting?

(Y/m): It seems infected...

(Y/n): I see... Later, I'll go to the pharmacy to get your medicine from the back with Kyle, and I'll buy some medicine for you too... I'm going to skip school today to help you...

(Y/m): Are you sure?

(Y/n): I'm sure... Get some rest. I'll take care of (Y/b)...

With that, she left the room and went back downstairs. Y/n finally had her breakfast while her father was watching TV. The morning news was reporting strange cases happening around the world, of people acting aggressively and biting each other.

(Y/f): It really is the end of times...

(Y/n) raised an eyebrow, sitting on the couch next to her father while drinking another big cup of milk with chocolate.

(Y/n): Wasn't it a homeless guy who bit Mom last night? Do you think it's some kind of disease?

(Y/f): If it is, then I'm screwed too. I slept with your mother last night to make sure she didn't feel worse.

(Y/n): Maybe it's a disease transmitted by contact... like a bite or a scratch...

The news was talking about suspicions of a virus or a new parasite causing the abnormal behavior, urging people to avoid panic and wait for the government to release more information.

(Y/f): This really is crap... But it's not like it's going to get me a day off...

(Y/n): Are you sure you're going to work? The situation seems pretty bad... And it's good for you to stay home in case something happens to Mom.

(Y/f): I need to get paid... If your mother's condition gets worse, call me at the work number, and I'll come quickly to take her to the hospital.

(Y/n): But wouldn't it be better to take her now, before it gets worse?

(Y/f): I can't miss work today... Besides, we've been saving a lot to move to a new house.

(Y/n): But it's better to spend a little now before she gets worse, or it will end up costing us even more... We can always save more later... I can also pick up some extra jobs with Kyle.

(Y/f): I'll think about it... And I don't like you hanging around that boy...

(Y/n): I know, Dad... But thanks to him, we have a three-month supply of meds for (Y/b)...

(Y/f): That's true... But I still don't like that kid... He looks like a pothead.

(Y/n): Hehe, I know, Dad... But what can I do... He helps us a lot... And I think he likes me, which is probably why he helps out so much around here sometimes.

Her father made a face at the thought of some boy liking his little girl, making her hold back a laugh, but she just finished her chocolate milk, leaving a milk mustache on her upper lip.

(Y/f): Alright... It's almost 6 o'clock. You'd better get your brother and bring him downstairs... Are you skipping school today?

(Y/n): Yeah... I'm staying home to help out...

(Y/f): Alright... Don't worry... I think all this might just be temporary... You've got a milk mustache.

Y/n wiped her mouth with her forearm, removing any trace of milk from her lips.

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Now her little brother was in his wheelchair watching TV. She had put on a cartoon since all the other channels were just talking about people acting aggressively and eating each other. Y/n was cleaning the house, washing the dishes, wiping down the furniture, and putting some clothes in the washing machine. Soon she would need to hang them out to dry. While she was doing chores, her mother slowly came down the stairs, struggling, which caught the girl's attention. She stopped what she was doing to help the older woman down the stairs and into the kitchen. The putrid smell seemed to grow stronger.

It definitely wasn't just her sinus infection. Y/n even thought she was imagining things now. So she decided not to tell her mother that she smelled like death. That felt too rude to say. At least, that's what she believed.

(Y/m): Has he eaten yet?

She was referring to her brother, who was watching cartoons in his wheelchair.

(Y/n): Yeah, he has... I just haven't given him his vitamins yet...

(Y/m): Let me give them to him then... You're already dressed, so go to the pharmacy to get the medicine... I'll take care of your brother.

(Y/n): Are you sure? I could take him with me... It would be good for him to get some fresh air instead of being stuck in the house all the time... Plus, you could get some rest.

(Y/m): No... The weather feels strange, and I don't want him to get sick. You'll get back faster if you go alone... It's fine... Don't worry about me.

(Y/n): Are you sure? You don't look well... If you want, I can call Dad so he can take you to the hospital...

(Y/m): No... Just go.

Y/n decided not to argue, grabbing the key for her bike lock from the garage, leaving it open to save time so she could get back quickly.

It was a ride into town, and Y/n noticed people frantically loading things into their cars. The neighbors across the street were leaving in a hurry, almost running her over, making her shout and curse. Her heart raced with the initial panic, and Y/n had a very bad feeling, so she pedaled faster, heading into town and straight to the pharmacy. To her surprise, it was packed, with people coming out carrying baskets and arms full of medicine, loading them into their cars. They looked desperate, and to avoid the chaos, Y/n slipped through the alley by the pharmacy to get in through the back door, avoiding the crazed crowd.

This was bad, very bad.

The tightness in her chest grew stronger. Something was telling her to go back, but her priority was to get the medicine. She left her bike against the wall of the electronics store next to the pharmacy, not even locking it. Seeing the front entrance was impossible to get through, she decided to go through the alley to the back door where Kyle was. It would be simpler and faster. Anyone who watched horror or survival movies would question her choice of going through a narrow alley, but she didn't know what was really happening, so whatever.

As she walked through the alley, Y/n knocked on the metal door, begging for Kyle to open it. After three knocks, the door opened, and a hand grabbed her by the collar, pulling her into the small pharmacy storage room. Kyle looked terrified and was sweating profusely. He hugged her tightly, thanking God that Y/n was okay.

(Kyle): Are you okay? What happened? Do you know what's going on?

(Y/n): I-I'm fine... I just came to pick up my brother's medicine supply, and some ibuprofen, dipyrone, and something for an infection... I don't really know what's going on...

(Kyle): People are going crazy, Y/n!

(Y/n): Well... I noticed that. Are they like that because of the news?

(Kyle): Probably... I heard the hospitals are overflowing... Look, I recommend you stay home. I'm going to find a way to get out of here and come to your house to stay with you... Are you alone?

(Y/n): No... I'm with my mom and my brother, and my dad is probably coming back home because of all this mess that's happening.

(Kyle): I hope so... Wait, your old man went to work?

(Y/n): He did...

(Kyle): Now I know where you get your stupidity from.

(Y/n): Oh, fuck off—

A gunshot rang out, making both of them tense and alert.

Kyle stopped hugging her and handed over a large box containing her brother's medicine supply, along with the other meds she had requested and a few extra things.

(Y/n): Kyle! How am I supposed to pay for this?

(Kyle): Don't worry about it, dammit... Look, if this all gets sorted out... you can pay me back later, but for now, your safety and your family's safety come first. I'm gonna grab a few more things and then head over to your place... Please, lock yourself in and take care of your brother and your mom... Especially if your dad isn't home... Shit's getting real out here... Let me help you tie this to your bike... Let's go.

They quickly exited through the back door, moving through the alley. Kyle helped her secure the supplies to her bike, then gave her a quick kiss on the cheek with a worried look, making her feel flustered, but she managed a small smile at his gesture of care. She then quickly pedaled away.

On her way back home, a car crashed violently into a pole, making Y/n's heart pound like a jackhammer at a construction site. She slowed her pedaling out of a morbid curiosity to see what had happened. The car door opened suddenly, startling her, and a woman fell out onto the ground with someone on top of her. The woman screamed for help, trying to push the man off her, terrifying the Brazilian girl. She thought about helping, but the woman's screams grew louder as the man bit into her throat, tearing away skin, flesh, muscle, and arteries, blood gushing out like a burst water pipe. The horrific sight made Y/n instantly regret stopping, and taking advantage of the "man's" distraction, she sped up and pedaled as fast as she could to get home.

Finally reaching her neighborhood, she noticed some houses were empty, as if people had left everything behind, which made Y/n even more worried. As she was about a block away from her house, she heard a child's screams—her brother's screams. She knew his screams; these weren't tantrums over a cartoon ending, but screams of pain, making Y/n nearly lose her balance on the bike, her heart now in her throat. She tried to go faster.

Arriving home, she quickly left her bike in the garage and noticed the screams had stopped, but there were wet sounds—someone eating something—which made her stomach churn.

In a panic, she grabbed the crowbar kept in the garage, opened the front door, and locked it behind her. The metallic scent hit her nose, followed by the putrid smell, making the Brazilian girl grip the crowbar tightly in her sweaty hands, slowly making her way to the kitchen. The TV was showing a blue screen with yellow letters saying "No Signal."

She assumed they were in the kitchen. Of course, they were in the kitchen; the wet sounds and grunting were coming from there, followed by the crash of the wheelchair hitting the ground, sending (Y/n) into a desperate sprint to the kitchen—only to be met with the most horrifying sight imaginable.

Her "mother" was hunched over the wheelchair, eating her brother's face. The boy wasn't moving anymore, his organs spilled out, the smell of blood thick in the air, mixing with the putrid stench.

(Y/n): QUE MERDA VOCÊ FEZ?!

She screamed in panic, making the creature stop what it was doing to turn its blood-covered face toward her. The sight terrified her; it was unrecognizable, dead eyes, pale skin, blood dripping from its teeth and gums. It quickly stood up, moving toward her in an inhuman way, as if its body couldn't support itself properly.

(Y/n): Que caralhos você fez?!

The Brazilian shouted in anger, still trying to reason with the creature moving toward her. It growled and lunged, and out of reflex, she swung the crowbar with all her strength at its head, staggering it. A normal person would have fallen, but it didn't, instead slowly getting up, bones cracking as it moved, making Y/n shudder. Again, in fear of being attacked, she struck the head repeatedly with the crowbar, not knowing why she was aiming there, but in the panic, it felt right. She felt the crowbar sink into its skull, the body falling to the ground, but she kept hitting it over and over.

Her hands trembled violently in pure panic, the putrid smell overwhelming her nose, and the crowbar fell to the floor as she could no longer hold it. It felt heavy in her blood-stained hands. The urge to vomit finally overcame her, a sharp pain in her abdomen as her mouth filled with saliva, dizziness clouding her vision. The curdled milk in her stomach, mixed with stomach acid, forced its way up her throat, burning as it came, impossible to hold back. She finally vomited, it escaping through her mouth and nose, burning her nasal passages, the stench worsening, but "replacing" the smell of blood and rotting flesh. Tears pooled in her eyes, blurring her vision, turning them red and stinging from the lack of air caused by the vomiting. The small tears streamed down her cheeks, the chocolate milk from breakfast now on the floor she had cleaned that morning, next to her mother's lifeless body. It was pathetic. How did it come to this?

Her mouth tasted bitter.

Breathing was hard, the mucus dripping from her nose onto her upper lip, her mind shutting down, but something was screaming at her to call her dad. Of course!

She had to call him. He had told her to call if something bad happened. And something bad had definitely happened.

In a panic, Y/n ran to the landline, her hands trembling as she picked up the phone and dialed the numbers with difficulty, her heart tight and racing, her stomach aching. The phone made a strange noise, a brief crackle on the other end, but no other sound. It was driving her insane, so absorbed in the chaos that she didn't notice the faint groan at first. She swallowed the saliva in her mouth with difficulty, the sour taste still lingering on her tongue and gums, but now the sound of something being dragged caught her attention. She turned slightly to see the source of the sound, and there it was—her little brother, strapped to his wheelchair, with his belly open and his organs exposed, dragging himself toward her with difficulty, making movements he shouldn't have been able to make.

He also smelled like rot, groaning in a different way, his eyes dull, staring into nothingness.

That... that terrified her.

She felt her heart pounding so hard it felt like it would explode in her chest, making it hurt. Tears pooled in her eyelashes, blurring her vision, her head pounding with too much information to process.

This had to be a nightmare, a damn nightmare. She would wake up soon, and her day would just be another monotonous day. She had to wake up, had to wake up now, the groans tormenting her ears, the sound of him dragging himself toward her.

What was happening?

That thing... it wasn't her brother, or even her mother anymore.

The phone didn't ring, and the thing kept crawling toward Y/n, who, in a desperate act, ended up killing it.

The putrid smell clung to the closed-up house. Y/n didn't know what to do—what was she supposed to do? She had just killed her mother and brother, even if those things weren't really them anymore. It was confusing and terrifying.

The phone didn't ring, only making that horrible disconnected tone, and everything was silent. There was no comforting sound of her mother humming or her brother's joyful giggles. That silence wasn't normal in their loud house. It was unsettling.

Y/n's legs finally gave out, her knees slamming against the cold, dirty wooden floor with a dull thud of flesh and bone. It hurt, but not nearly as much as everything else she was feeling. Her heart ached, her head pounded—everything hurt.

She stayed in that position until she heard something entering the garage. Lost in her thoughts, she had completely forgotten to close it. Her heart began to race again, and Y/n grabbed the blood-stained crowbar near her, getting up with difficulty. She walked from the kitchen to the living room, checking both sides before opening the front door, scanning to see if there was anything unusual. The neighborhood was eerily quiet, houses abandoned, and, afraid, she slowly made her way to the garage, only to find an injured raccoon. Nothing strange, just a wounded wild animal.

She quickly closed the garage door, staying inside. At least there was a door that led into the kitchen. Turning on the lights, she saw the animal curled up beside her bike, blood dripping from a large wound that looked like it had been caused by a predator's bite.

She moved closer to the growling animal, its fur bristling, signaling it was getting aggressive. Y/n sighed, gripping the blood-stained crowbar tightly, and killed the animal. She didn't want to try treating it, nor did she know how it had been injured, so it was safer not to take any chances.

Returning to the kitchen, the two bodies were still there. Another sigh slipped from her lips as she pulled her brother's wheelchair closer to her mother's body, placing them together.

Now, she could hear growls coming from outside. Out of curiosity, she peeked through the window and saw the woman who had been bitten earlier on her way home. She looked horrific, just like her mother. The woman was wandering aimlessly, growling, so Y/n ducked down to avoid being seen since she had no idea how those things worked. Crawling back to the living room, she slowly closed the curtains and locked the window. She knew she would have to barricade the house with furniture to keep those things out and protect herself until Kyle and her dad arrived.

So, she began working, pushing the couch to block the front door. She had to move slowly and quietly, which made it harder and more time-consuming. To reduce the noise, she lifted the couch slightly and placed a damp cloth under the legs, making it easier to slide silently. Her arms ached, but she had to keep going.

She pushed a rolling cabinet in front of the window, ripped the cabinet doors off, and nailed them over the windows and the back door.

It was already night, the atmosphere heavy and suffocating, the stench in the closed-up house disgusting. She even considered moving the bodies to the garage but decided against it, not wanting to touch her mother's or brother's remains.

The TV was still on but showed "No Signal." Y/n assumed it was probably just the kids' channel that had gone down, so she turned the volume down and started switching channels, looking for any news—any damn news.

But every channel was off the air. It was worrying, deeply worrying, so she decided to turn the TV off to save power. She went to her parents' room to grab the small radio, hoping to find some news on any frequency. If not, she would have to check the internet, though she knew it probably wouldn't have much, given how awful their internet was and how people didn't usually post things like this on social media. Maybe someone had written something on Orkut.

............................

The radio worked, though only on a few frequencies. She was in her parents' room with the door locked just in case, the window open but the curtain drawn. The room was lit only by a desk lamp since she didn't want to turn on the overhead light. The computer was on, searching for any news or videos that might have been uploaded to LiveLeak.

"We don't know what's happening. The television networks are down... The government hasn't updated us on the situation or the death toll. All we can do is pray that the situation improves."

The man on the radio spoke with a hopeful voice.

"To those listening who are in a bad situation... I hope God comforts your soul during this time."

Obviously, he was religious, his Southern accent clear in his voice. Y/n switched frequencies, looking for another announcer with more precise information on the current situation.

On LiveLeak, there were a few videos of people running from something, and others showing "people" devouring each other. The video quality was awful and kept freezing due to her terrible internet.

Every half hour, she would glance out the window, holding onto a small hope that her father or Kyle would appear.

"John, what do you think is happening? Is it a bioterrorist attack? A virus? Bacteria? Fungus?"

"I don't know, Stuart... At the moment, the only communication from the government is to stay home and stay safe. But I wouldn't rule out a bioterrorist attack... We haven't heard from other countries..."

It was frustrating. No one knew what was happening; it had all happened so fast. She didn't believe this was something that had just occurred out of nowhere. It had probably been building up slowly, hidden by the government, until everything simply exploded.

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A day had passed, and there was still no news from Kyle or her dad. Y/n was beginning to believe her old man was already dead. He had a boil on his leg and constant back pain, so there was no way he could run for long without complaining and screaming in pain. She knew him too well, and she didn't want to hold onto hope about that.

But deep down, there was still a tiny flicker of hope.

As for Kyle? She didn't know if he was hiding somewhere, unable to get out, or maybe he was stuck at home with his grandmother, or maybe he had been caught by those things. It was hard not to think about it.

Y/n had to reinforce some parts of the house since she knew the "makeshift barricades" she had set up wouldn't hold forever, and she needed to keep herself safe. Obviously, cabinet doors weren't very sturdy.

She began by taking the clothes out of the wardrobe and dismantling it, planning to use the wood to reinforce the windows in the front and kitchen. If there weren't any zombies outside, she would try to grab the wood that was stored behind her backyard, which the neighbor had left there because he didn't have space in his yard, and her parents had allowed him to store it there.

With that, she reinforced the windows. She was lucky that her father had been a mechanic who did small carpentry and masonry jobs, so there were plenty of tools around to use. Now, she needed to check the damn backyard and get the wood to reinforce the doors. She slowly opened the back door, carefully scanning the yard. There was no sign of any strange presence—no potential zombies. She didn't even know if they were zombies, but they sure looked like it, so why not just call them zombies?

Okay, she lost her train of thought for a second, but the important thing was that there was no danger in the yard. Slowly, she checked the corners around the house. No zombies there either, so the zombie she had seen in front of the house the day before had probably wandered off. That was a relief. Y/n quickly gathered all the wood, brought it inside, and locked the door. She was lucky she hadn't run into any of the undead.

But it wasn't wise to push her luck. She immediately started reinforcing the front door and decided to try something different with the back door: a small support mechanism where the planks would be fixed onto sturdy wall brackets. That way, she could remove and replace the planks easily, allowing her to get in and out without hassle. She could even apply this to the outside later.

First, she measured using her hand to compare the size of the door with the planks so she could memorize the dimensions.

Then she moved the kitchen cabinet to block the back door while she worked on the plank supports in her room to avoid making noise on the first floor—and so she could listen to the radio.

Her head was pounding, and of course, she hadn't been able to sleep out of fear, worry, and anxiety. Entering her room and turning on the radio, she tuned into a random frequency, hoping for some news, when one broadcast caught her attention.

"American citizens, we ask for your attention to this emergency frequency from the government of the United States of America..."

She listened carefully while grabbing her pencil, eraser, notebook, ruler, measuring tape, and a calculator.

"The situation is getting increasingly difficult. We don't have enough information on how this will unfold, but we want to avoid national panic."

She swallowed hard while jotting down measurements in her notebook, estimating what she thought were the actual dimensions of the door, and began sketching possible designs for the support system.

"But don't lose hope. We are doing everything we can to end this unfortunate situation occurring in our country. We are creating a safe place in Atlanta, where our research laboratory is located. So, if you are on the roads or surviving, stay safe and head to Atlanta. All support will be there."

It sounded too good to be true. She wasn't trying to be pessimistic, but the way that message was being transmitted bothered her, as if her survival instincts were screaming that it was a lie.

Still, she kept sketching while listening.

"The situation is under control, and we are launching attacks in zones with higher infection rates to regain control and are doing everything possible to keep survivors safe. At the moment, we have little news from outside..."

(Y/n): "Launching attacks"... A situação tá foda mesmo... Que merda... Será que vai melhorar?

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The second day was hell. Completely hell. You spent the entire day fixing the house and working on the supports, your fingers now covered in cuts and splinters. The pain was throbbing.

Eating was becoming difficult, especially with the smell of the two corpses in your house. You didn't want to remove them; it felt wrong. Your mother and your brother deserved to rest comfortably at home. But you forced yourself to prepare something edible, and to avoid wasting supplies, you just made instant noodles and went to eat in your room, turning on the radio and your computer to see if there was any damn news.

Only low-quality videos showed up, so to distract your mind, you just went to a pirate anime site and started watching Fullmetal Alchemist. Meanwhile, on the radio, it seemed like John and Stuart, the guys always talking there, were actually a gay couple who ended up getting killed live by zombies. Just for the record.

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The third day was the worst. The power went out, and outside, there were more zombies. You started calling them that now, because they were literally the living dead. You had seen enough George Romero movies, 28 Days Later, and had beaten Resident Evil: Code Veronica three times, so it was pretty obvious they were zombies.

But with the power out, it was going to be hard to use equipment or preserve the food in the fridge. You had two options: eat all the perishable food quickly or throw it out. At that moment, you decided you weren't going to waste it. If the apocalypse was happening, you were going to have one last good meal, since now, you had no idea what tomorrow would look like.

Your food turned out okay, but the smell in the house sometimes made it hard to eat. The ice in the freezer started to melt and leak, signaling the slow death of your refrigeration. You would have to throw all the meat out. You didn't know how to make jerky, and you didn't want to risk food poisoning. So you grabbed a bag, packed up all the perishable food—meat, vegetables, milk—and simply threw it out the window, where it landed across the street on the neighbor's sidewalk. The noise caught the zombies' attention, but they ignored the meat, which you found strange. Didn't they eat already-dead meat?

Anyway, because of the blackout, you had to search for any type of candle to light up your room, since that was where you would be spending most of your time, waiting for someone familiar to show up.

Even though you already knew what probably happened.

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It had been a month.

A whole month.

Your dad never showed up.

Neither did Kyle.

There were way more zombies in the streets now, and going outside was dangerous, but unfortunately, you had to scavenge for supplies—candles, ropes, fabrics, batteries, canned food, making makeshift weapons with nails—the famous Brazilian "gambiarra." You found out that zombies reacted to smell when you ended up covered in guts and rotten blood after taking out your frustration on a random zombie. Obviously, the noise attracted other revived corpses, but they just walked past you. Still, you weren't about to bathe yourself in guts every time just to survive. You didn't want to risk catching some mysterious infection.

Sleep became a privilege, your mind always alert. Always on edge.

On many sleepless nights, you saw a flying idiot out there. It was strange as hell, almost impossible to believe you'd seen it. But... you were in an apocalypse now. Anything bizarre was possible.

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Y/n was curled up, avoiding eye contact with Mark. Her neck hurt, the redness on her skin was darkening. Besides fear, there was that anger growing inside her, the lack of sleep and the suffering of these days taking their toll, and this moment was the breaking point.

(Y/n): I let you stay in my house, I gave you two specific rules and you broke them. What kind of idiot are you? Didn't your mother teach you how to behave in someone else's house? And you tried to kill me on top of that? I should've just left you outside.

Mark didn't know what to say. He clenched his fists tightly, searching for words, but what could he say? He had messed everything up, as always.

(Mark): "I'm sorry... It's just... it's been hard for me too, and I've been tricked a lot. And when I saw that... I..."

(Y/n): "You assumed the worst of me? What a wonderful hero."

(Mark): "Please! Don't do this! You don't know anything! Ever since I got here, you've been treating me like shit... and I don't even know you that well... It was my mistake to assume the worst... I'm sorry... truly."

(Y/n): It's fine... I'm not exactly the friendliest person, especially with everything going on in my universe... And also, how the hell am I supposed to process the fact that parallel universes exist now? Alright, I was a jerk. I shouldn't have taken out my bad mood on you... I'll think about forgiving you... if you forgive me for being a bitch. But just so you know, I'm still going to keep being a bitch.

Mark let out a small laugh, but then he placed his hand on her shoulder.

(Mark): I guess we're not exactly in the best situation here... Does your neck still hurt?

(Y/n): Yeah... But I'm not gonna die from this, hehe. Worst case, I'll just have a raspy voice...

The silence between the two of you became a bit awkward, but the sound of the doorknob rattling snapped your attention. One of the zombies was trying to get inside the house. Mark looked scared—not because a zombie was trying to get in, but because it was trying to open the door like a normal person.

(Mark): What the hell is this?

(Y/n): Keep your voice down... They can hear... Let's go to my room, I'll explain there. It's safer... for me, obviously, since you can fly and all... Just move, come on.

(Mark): Alright... But I want you to know I would save you.

(Y/n): Mimimi shut up and move.

You climbed the stairs again, and Mark made a face at your sudden mood swing. He was just going to have to deal with it, unfortunately.

Grayson followed you against his will, floating up the stairs back toward your room. But just as he was about to walk in, a hand pressed against his chest, stopping him.

(Y/n): Ah, I just remembered... Before you come in and I explain everything... Go clean my bathroom. I don't deserve to deal with the strong ammonia smell of your piss. You're disgusting... At least you didn't pee all over the seat...

Mark took a deep breath, unable to believe what he was hearing. He walked off to the bathroom, grumbling, to clean up his own mess.

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Now with the toilet cleaned, Mark was in your room, clearly irritated, looking at you, waiting for you to explain why the zombie had tried to open the door.

(Mark): So...?

(Y/n): Ah, right... Well... I've noticed that some zombies still have 'human' behaviors, like opening doors, grabbing objects, and even throwing them... I don't know why.

(Mark): Do you think maybe they're still alive, and that's why they act that way?

(Y/n): I don't know... If that's true... I...

You remembered your mom and your brother, how you had to kill them. You didn't want to remember that, didn't want to think about whether there was still a shred of humanity in them when you ended their lives.

(Y/n): I don't think it's possible, look at the state they're in... There's one out there missing an arm, it's impossible for them to still be 'alive'... Maybe it's just muscle memory... Or maybe this virus, parasite, or fungus kills its host and brings them back with some brain stimuli... I don't know, do I look like a scientist to you?

Mark bit his lower lip, not knowing how to respond, growing uncomfortable. He decided to take off his mask, feeling a bit suffocated by the fabric.

(Mark): Got it... And no news from the government?

(Y/n): Like I already told you, no news... Nothing... It all happened way too fast...

(Mark): Damn it...

That day was definitely not one of the good ones.

In fact, it was the worst.

You were stuck with a complete idiot.

And Mark was stuck with a massive bitch.