HAUNTED.

indie horror oc selective nsfw / tw 18+ mochi. 21+

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plotting call ??

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jerseydeviled.

Tsk tsk tsk. Now taken to standing right beside him he peered down at the individual who was doing his damned hardest to right himself. Perhaps he was a fledgling, newly turned and still unused to committing previously illicit atrocities. “Of course it wasn’t you.” A shake of the head accompanied a feigned tone of comfort. “It was something else entirely, I can tell.”

A satisfied grin at the question. Now he was getting somewhere. “I’m a bit like you only…complete, if I may say.” Pinching a piece of torn flesh between his fingers Jessie nonchalantly ate it, ripping it into more manageable pieces with his teeth. “You still have a long way to go.”

“y - you can tell?!” for a moment he almost sounded hopeful, thinking that this was some kind of help, but it was too good to be true. this person was also far too strange and gave him a bad feeling to be of help to him.  river didn’t understand. he would stare a moment, labored breaths sounded far too loud to his own ears as he tried to focus. “how..” oh no, he was going to be sick again. did he just? did he eat human flesh just now and in front of him? river knelt over a bit, gagging and spitting that disgusting taste from his mouth. “go away, go away, go away, please.” river sounded like he was talking to himself. orion, when usually acknowledged, tried to push his way through, which river wanted nothing to do with. a painful wail and he looked quite pathetic as he tried not to cry. “please stop talking.” this was directed toward the stranger now. his final comment seemed to push him further away from himself, fingers clawing at his arms as he tried to stay focused.

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weptichor.

levi  isn’t  particularly  sure,  if  he’s  being  honest,  how  he  remains  so  calm in  such  an  almost  supernatural  situation    (  what  is  he  vomiting  ? is  that  sludge  ?  tar  ?  he  can’t  tell  ).    at  best,  his  aid  draws  the  man  from  his  daydreams      /      daymares,  which  at  least  brings  him  some  type  of  communication.  for  that,  he’s  extremely  thankful.  the  shuddered  breaths    &    amnesiac  response  draw  him  closer,  hands  placed firmly  on  his  shoulders  as  he  guides  him  forward    &   attempts  to  usher  him  into  his  tiny  ensuite  bathroom.     ❛  everything  will  be  fine.  i’m  going  to  try  my  best  to  help  you.   ❜      he  sets  him  down  on  the  toilet,  rummaging  through  his  medicine  cabinet   &    pulls  out  a  container  of  tums    &    a  little  thermometer.  he doubts it’ll  help,  but  it’s  worth  the  effort.     ❛  you’re  in  my  apartment.  we’re  downtown,  near  the  little  family  owned  gas  station.  i’m  levi,    &    i’m  apparently  the  only  resource  you  have  at  your  disposal  right  now.  do  you  have  a phone,  at  least ? ah,    &   what’s  your  name  ?   ❜  

there’s a slight flinch when he feels a touch on his shoulders. river still seemed so dazed and confused that it was no real trouble to push him towards the bathroom. the most he worried about right now was trying not to trip over his own two feet. he blinked, staring at the stranger with surprise. he was trying to help him? most people thought of him as insane. well, this person might think so, but he was still willing to help. “downtown..” he walked here? river seemed to try and think. “l - levi? i’m sorry--” he looked like he might be sick again, though only coughed into his hands, not exactly pleasant, but he didn’t want to make more of a mess. when asked about his phone he started to pat his pockets, searching for something. “i don’t. i don’t have anything.” he normally did not when he was going through a trance like that. “r - river.” he seemed hesitant to say his own name. “i can, uh, c - clean up the mess. i’m sorry.” he apologized again, sounding a bit shaky as he spoke.

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jerseydeviled.

Carnage. When simply watched it was greatly different, a chance to see both sides in full. The agonizing struggle of one in contrast to the unyielding voracity of the other was a play that ended the same with every iteration. This particular scene was a curious anomaly.

Mingled among the remains lay the feeling of guilt. He never felt such a thing but as he continued to peer at the quaking stranger that’s what he sensed. Oh, how he would have abided by the first plea without hesitation. Pathetic. The second however, made him stay his involvement. “Ending you would be helping you,” he pointed out, then taking a few steps in the other’s direction, “but you seem to be clinging desperately onto your life.” God, he’s a wreck.Toeing bits of congealing remains he gave a nod of approval. “Nevertheless, you cleaned them up real well.”

there’s an involuntary cringe when the other had stepped closer in his direction. had he not seen what he had just done? he would stare, wide eyed and pale. his question was answered a moment later, the other commenting on his horrific deed like it was nothing. which made river wonder just what type of person was he to not even flinch at the sight of blood or gore. he was used to the feeling of fear, but this was different. “n - no.. that.. it wasn’t me.” he sounded sick and slightly disgusted. he supposed he could argue it really wasn’t him. maybe it was his body, but it wasn’t him.  with a bit of stumbling river had managed to pull himself up, slightly hunched as he tried to catch his breath. “what are you?” the question came suddenly and river’s only reasoning was because no normal human would still be standing here, commenting on how well he had just killed someone.

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weptichor.

being  involved  in  a  gang  had  held  him  witness  to  several  situations,  criminal   &   just  as  crazy,  he  knows,  but  it  does  not  make  the  man  thumping  his  head  into  the  wall  any  less  bone  chilling.  he  feels  the  shiver  creep  up  his  spine  as  he  moves  forward,  hands  reluctantly  reaching  out  to hopefully  draw  him  away  from  the  spot  of  continuous  abuse.     ❛  h  -  hey,  wait.  listen  to  me.  are  you  alright  ? is  …  is  that  your  blood ?   ❜      he  pays  special  attention  to  the  state  of  his  hands,  so tightly  clenching  his  own  biceps,  but  he  can’t  tell  the  exact  color  due  to  the  darkness.  just  the  stains  covering  his  pale  skin.     ❛  let  me  help  you.  come  this  way.  i’ll  get  you  something  to  drink.  is  there  anyone  you  can  call  ? ❜      he’s  not  sure  what  else  to  do    ;   he  can  only  hope  the  man  answers  him.  he’s  not  in  the  mood  to  deal  with  the  police right  now.

a touch would dull his senses a moment. right away everything would stop and he was frozen once more. whatever was said to him, he could not hear. whoever it was sounded so far away and river was grasping at that thin lifeline thrown to him. he was still clinging at his own arms, clawing and breaking skin with how tightly he held. “ h - help.. ” it was barely a whisper, but it was something coherent. his eyes would roll back a moment for a second time, though this was more because he felt like he might pass out before quickly snapping to his senses. he would give the stranger a horrified look then stare down at his hands and the mess at his feet. “where.. where am i?” he gasped, more coughs to follow the question as he felt quite sick. “who are you?” he tried to force the words and it was probably a mistake as he coughs into his hands, immediately gagging and puking black.

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[memesfrommenace]

2-6 Word Starters

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“Are you lost?”

“As you wish.”

“Come with me.”

“Can you walk?”

“Dance with me.”

“Did you see that?”

“Do you like it?”

“Don’t go that way.”

“Don’t let them push you around.”

“Don’t try to talk.”

“How are you feeling?”

“How did you get here?”

“I brought you food.”

“I followed you.”

“If you need anything, call.”

“I’ll sleep on the couch.”

“I love the ocean.”

“I’m not answering that.”

“I want ice cream.”

“I will avenge you.”

“I’ve always loved you.”

“Laughing at me won’t end well.”

“Let’s go stargazing.”

“Let’s go swimming.”

“Let me introduce myself. I’m ___ “

“Lie still.”

“Maps and I don’t get along.”

“May I braid your hair?”

“Nice clothes.”

“Nice weather we’re having.”

“Please turn the light on.”

“Pickles are gross.”

“Show me.”

“That isn’t for you to know.”

“That you for saving my life.”

“There is a full moon tonight.”

“There is food in the fridge.”

“There is more to the story.”

“These clothes are ridiculous.”

“They think we are in love.”

“This is comfortable.”

“This is for you.”

“Wait for me.”

“Want me to go with you?”

“What did you do?”

“What is your name?”

“What is this place?”

“Where are we going?”

“Where did you put it?”

“Where is your sense of adventure?”

“Who did this?”

“Why did you come here?”

“Why do you ask?”

“Why don’t we slip away?”

“Will you come with me?”

“Words can’t hurt me.”

“You don’t have to take that.

“You look terrible.”

“You have the softest hair.”

“You rest.”

“You’re my everything.”

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river didn’t look very good. his face pale and circles so dark underneath his eyes, one might have wondered when was the last time he slept? he seemed to walk like a zombie, confused and unaware. his footsteps were a soft shuffle as something inside of him was giving him the strength to keep moving forward. it’s unfortunate that it’s a stranger he stops in front of, coughing into his hands before puking on their shoes. he looked like he might pass out. “s - sorry i don’t--” it sounded like he might puke again.      // @crowborns

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fingers clawed and tore at muscle. his strength was inhuman when he was like this. trapped in his daze where all he could do was obey and when he woke, the taste of blood and flesh lingered in his mouth. tonight was no different. the body was never around when he woke, only the remains of what he couldn’t bring himself to ingest. “go away, go away, go away,” he chanted to himself as he coughed and gagged. he remained on all fours, crawling to grab at something sturdy to lift himself up. “h - huh?” a pause. he wasn’t alone. did someone else see him eating that? eating a human heart? he felt sick just thinking about it. “just kill me.” another pause. “help me, please--” he had to stop as he once again would cough and gag, trying to let himself forget that horrible taste in his mouth.       // @jerseydeviled

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weptichor.

the  past  week  has  been agonizing   ;   client  after  client  demanding  incredibly  tiresome  things  of  him,  never  happy  to  receive  even  a  moment’s peace  in  the  wake  of  more  income.  when  he  finally  crawls  into  his  crummy  apartment  in  the  late      /      early  morning  of  a  monday  he’s  grateful  to  have  taken  off  in  advance,  he  hardly  expects  to  have  any  guests.  levi  catches  his  yawn,  so  as  to  avoid  alerting  the  stranger  of  his  presence  in  case  their  being  here  meant  danger  for  him.  he  creeps  around  the  corner,  pasting  himself  against  the  wall  before  he  peers  into  his  bedroom  to  see  just  who’s  visiting.  definitely  someone  he  doesn’t  recognize,   &    definitely  not  someone  who  seems  to  be  entirely  … there.  he  blinks,  stepping  into  the  room  with  features  contorting  in  concern.     ❛  uh  …  are  you  alright,  there  ?  ❜      his  voice  is  soft,  careful,  testing.  he’d  rather  not  be  beheaded  tonight,  especially  not  when  he’s  still  hardly  living  in  the  lap  of luxury.  he  has  plans,  current  career  choices  be  damned  !

that repetitive and soft thumping sound would pause and river stood there, facing the wall when the other asked him a question. the voice was only enough to stop the constant step forward and hitting his head. quiet mumbles continued for a moment longer before it would sound like he was crying softly. his shoulders tensed and hands moved to cling to his arms. it still seemed like he did not notice he was not alone nor the fact he had broken into someone else’s apartment. suddenly lips would part and a pained and terrified wail that did not sound quite human would break the silence. river closed his eyes, that noise suddenly turning to a painful cough and retching sound as he hunched forward, forehead hitting the wall once more.

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as if he were sleepwalking, river would stand off in the corner of the room, forehead repeatedly colliding with the wall making a soft ‘ thump ‘ sound. he would also mumble under his breath, something sounding like a soft chant. his clothes were stained black and red from orion’s antics just before all of this. the demon had finally settled late into the night, leaving river in a dazed trance. his fingers were stained black, along with a spot on the floor beneath him. it seemed he had been there for quite some time, open eyes unfocused and slightly rolled back as the gentle thumping sound continued.        // @weptichor

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gaps in his memory made it difficult to tell where he was. the last thing he remembered clearly was walking home from work rather late at night. even now, it felt like he was looking at the world through a veil. he clutched his hands tightly together, slightly hunched over as he had his forehead pressed against the wall. a soft incoherent mumble slipped past his lips before river felt the urge to vomit. it started with a cough or two, specks of black decorating his sleeve as he used his arm to shield said coughing. suddenly his body had pulled away from the wall and he turned to one side, jerking forward lips would part to spill forth a thick black tar-like substance. river held his hands together, the pained coughs and distant mumbles becoming something similar to an eerie wail. ah, he wanted to go bed, but this wasn’t his home? there’s still a heavily dazed look to him. he’s not fully lucid.      // @milkhonei

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when river is close to someone he tends to end up in their room in the middle of the night after orion ‘ takes over. ‘ it’s creepy af and the other person might find him in the corner of their room mumbling softly to himself. more often than not he’s probably also puked up that black tar. if they were to call out to him he would not react, but once they touch him, river snaps back to normal. he will be very confused and very tired. will also apologize alot and insist he’s not sure what happened or how he got here.