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⁰⁰¹ . ⁰⁰² . ⁰⁰³ . ⁰⁰⁴ . ⁰⁰⁵ .

𝙴𝚇𝙿𝙻𝙾𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙶 . the psychology of serial killers, curses & hauntings, to be a dead thing walking, queerness, gods & monsters, how fragile is the line between life & death, trauma, rotting from the inside.

must be 21+ to interact. trigger heavy. dead dove do not eat .

nica, no one is going to save you. you're already dead.

𝚅𝙸𝙲𝚃𝙸𝙼𝚂 . LION. PAIGE. HERETIC.

#𝗷𝗮𝘆𝗻𝗲 ， 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 / 𝘀𝗵𝗲 ，𝘁𝘄𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘆⁶ .

maycanady

What are you gonna do, Nica? You gonna stab me? Cut my throat? Chop off my head?

FIONA DOURIF as NICA PIERCE CULT OF CHUCKY (2017) dir. Don Mancini

And then I think the difference between Charles' and Nica's body is his experience of just getting to be a woman and having sex across America. I think he's just a little more empowered, he's enjoying it a little bit more. I think as Charles, when he was young, he was tiny, he was just discovering who he was and what he's capable of. And I think when he is [inside] Nica, he is having so much goddamn fun.

if no one else gets me, fiona dourif gets me.

f1stsarc

𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐀𝐋𝐌𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐅𝐔𝐍𝐍𝐘 [ ... ] 𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐕𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐅𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐇𝐈𝐌 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐖𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐍 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 without necessarily realizing it until this moment, with your fist reeling through the cold night air. 'things' being less of a human comparison felt appropriate; charles lee ray was anything but human, and based solely on what you knew of him, you can't help but wonder if he ever really was. he'd been born, hadn't he? was he human as a child? ( was evil a thing that was born, or was it something you became? )

your eyes flutter. you think of your sister, and that in and of itself was more than enough to make you falter dangerously. first you remember what she was, what you yourself had known and loved and nourished .. then, what she had become. fighting her had been a circular motion not entirely unlike this one. you'd throw a couple good punches, and then the slippery thing would wriggle out of your grip and run.

now you were here, bent over the thing itself [ ... ] and you were winning. finally. each swing felt like justice being dealt: old testament style justice, but justice nonetheless. then, right when you're suspended on the brink, it slipped away again through your hands like water ──

( * those paying attention they might hear it, the difference in her voice, the change in pitch, no malice in her tone. )

you heard it, even through the ringing in your ears. it reached out like an otherworldly hand on the scruff of your neck. snatched you into chest-heaving stillness with your fist reeled back like a bullet loaded in the chamber of a gun. all you had to do was pull the trigger.

❛ ────what the f- ... ❜ breathless, raging thing with a heart thundering in the back of her throat. vi bears her teeth like a dog, but her eyes were darting back and forth between nica's ( and they were different, ) ... ( didn't matter how much she tried to convince herself that they weren't. )

her eyes flickered, and then they hardened. she reeled back that fist again, ready to send it with blood pooling over her teeth : ❛ .. if you're trying to trick me, it's not gonna work. i'll fucking kill you! you hear me? ❜ a hand gathers @dollhaunt by the shirt collar, and gives her? him? a hard shake. ❛ tell me what's going on, now! ❜

dollhaunt

what did he do ? — where charles looked amused, nica looks terrified. gaze flickering to the space around them, trying to orient herself. piece together where she is as if the scenery could give context clues as to what happened. this isn’t the first time this has happened, and will not be the last.

even with that fear, nica doesn’t try to get away. partly because she can’t exactly run away, and partly because she knows whatever he did was probably bad enough to deserve this. even still, fingers curl around whatever object it is she’s managed to find, it’s rough in her hand, possibly splintered wood, some part of the caravan, a stake from the garden. she isn't sure.

she nods her understanding, tries to ignore the dizziness, adrenaline and a possible concussion, multiple hits to the face aren’t doing her any favors to help with focus. but the in her experience, a threat like that is more often than not, a real one.

“ my name is nica pierce, ” words come out crooked, slurred from that disorientation, they won’t believe you. the thought rattles in her skull, not entirely her own. she squeezes her eyes shut, trying to focus on the fresh wounds, the pain in her jaw, being of her own body and remembering it belongs to her. despite everything, it belongs to her.

“ chucky he uh. . . he’s charles lee ray, a serial killer from the eighties ? ” its hard to determine what the other already knows, what details she doesn’t have to explain. its going to sound bat shit anyway.

“ — he killed my family . . i survived, but he uh, fate worse than death. that’s what he wanted . . . ” the words killer doll don’t leave her lips, somehow it feels easier to suggest ghostly possession. “ he split his soul in pieces, and put one of them in me, that's why i'm still here. i know, i know it sounds insane, but it's true, you have to believe me. ”

#˚‧⁺ ﹙ᶦ﹚ interaction ‚#f1sts #get her out of there !!!!#kill him !!!!#blood /#violence /

𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖑𝖊𝖘 𝖑𝖊𝖊 𝖗𝖆𝖞 𝖊𝖉𝖎𝖙𝖘 ( mutuals may reblog. )

f1stsarc

𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒 shines back at chucky from pools of steely grey as they dance half-hidden behind a practiced pair of raised fists. it's as easy as taking a breath. one's soul might've grown weary after doing this same dance again and again and again since adolescence, but [ DING DING DING!!! LUCKY YOU! ] fighting was practically what you were made for, ( and you know what they say about doing what you're good at. )

out of a pocket, you'd slipped a pair of metal knuckles over your fingers; they winked, even in the shitty lighting. a little souvenir snatched from your dad who, in your early childhood ── in the absence of your father, dead and buried before you hit double digits ── had toiled endlessly to teach you a fine-honed list of specific ( albeit invaluable ) lessons [ ... ]

1. be honest, check. 2. be patient, *see notes 3. ( maybe the most important, ) ... just shut the fuck up-

* patience was the difficult part, same as always. even now, vi had barely given him the chance at making the first move before a grounding breath hissed out of her nose and time began to slow all around her. it's like cocking a pistol and aiming the barrel simultaneously ── by the time he could react, it'd be too late.

❛ ────she tried telling me once that you ran your damn mouth .. turns out she was right. ❜ she murmurs, followed by the puff of another breath. threatening a single step forward [ ... ] then another, then back again before tightening her jaw and barreling toward him with a lowered shoulder, throwing every ounce of her weight behind the impending collision which connects them with a heavy thud!

❛ rrragh──! ❜ bodies break easily through the caravan wall and spill out onto the lawn, whereupon vi gathers her bearings quick and digs her knees down onto a pair of woman's arms. training her weight onto their chest, and glaring down into doll's eyes as she spits through her teeth: ❛ ... looks like the only shitty replacement here is you, ❜

she reels back one fist, and starts hitting. once, twice, and then again and again until the sound dampens like wet meat slapping against marble. feeling bone dislocate beneath the weight of her swings before it cracks; worn knuckles splitting open against metal. vi's blood mixes together with nica's blood ( and drool, and snot ) until who the fluids belong to becomes indecipherable. it's almost romantic; conjoining with bared teeth and grunts before at last vi grips @dollhaunt by their broken jaw and snarls down into their face, winded. her brass knuckles slip off her hand and thud to the dirt, ❛ ──you having fun yet? ... huh?! ❜ before she cries out and hits him again!

dollhaunt

all your life will be spent at the end of a knife. you choose which end that is.

something to note about things like him: the dead things, the rotten things bloated in toy stores or back alleyways, buried in slick mud and clay when finally returned to the earth. tombstones do not read: loving father, loving husband. just a name and a date caused by bullet wound, or a blade, or a fist.

( that is what tiffany is drawn to, that is the violent delights of people like them. whether vi realizes it or not. this is a mutual interest, a cautionary tale written in blood, his, her’s, tiffany’s, nica's. )

the air is knocked from his lungs before he can grab hold of the blade in his waistband, he kicks wildly beneath her, contorts himself in a way some may deem unnatural, but more than anything: he laughs. cackles wildly when he feels something break, something sink in, metal meets bone with a sickening crack, with a sch-lop.

he doesn’t know how many hits land before he is thrown out of the driver’s seat, two ? three perhaps before he is cast back into a numb void of inky black.

this body is not his own, he is not the only version of his soul that exists now. kill me one shame on you.

the adrenaline is normal, the thick smell of iron, the taste of it even, she has grown accustomed to. something is wrong. disoriented by sudden shift from one person into another, consciousness find nica pierce, and she feels like she’s drowning, pulled to the surface with a blood filled mouth, with metal clashing into skin.

there is a change in demeanor, a spark of fear in her eyes when laugh dies. her legs go limp, arms move beneath the weight of vi, attempt to cover face, to turn her head away and sputter out a single phrase: “ wait — ! ”

it comes out shattered, a gurgled plea from broken maw as nica tries to remember how to breathe, how to move her jaw in a way that might form something resembling english through the pain. those paying attention they might hear it, the difference in her voice, the change in pitch, no malice in her tone.

“ i'm not him, i'm not ! ”

hand fumbles to find something, muscles straining under stretch, anything to knock fighter off balance. finally, fingers wrap tight around first sharp object they find, chucky's knife in the gravel. it feels wrong in her hand, unnatural. but she cannot allow herself to die because of him, she will not let him win.

" please listen ! "

#violence /#blood /#˚‧⁺ ﹙ᶦ﹚ interaction ‚#f1sts #wow hate that i did this to her actually :pensive:

f1stsarc

𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐓 𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐖𝐋𝐒 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃 reaches for the door handle. something with a thousand legs, and needle-sharp pincers nipping at the nape of your neck. coaxing all your little hairs on end. you couldn't begin to explain it, but you were ready for a fight [ ... ] always ready, like danger lurked behind every blessed corner ( because it often did. ) your ruined fists were always wrapped and half clenched. your jaw, tight. every breath brought a little more tightness into your core, but nothing seemed capable of relaxing it.

so you take that step past the threshold, and immediately feel a stranger's presence lurking in the darkness. at first, you don't look at the tub. maybe it's just out of your view .. maybe a part of you already knows who's in it. you bristle when addressed, but glare against the dark while the front door swings open on creaky hinges. letting in the night air.

you don't see @dollhaunt at first. don't need to. they don't waste much time revealing themselves with cheap wit that doesn't even succeed in cocking one of your eyebrows toward your hairline.

vi snorts, indignant: ❛ ────you shy? .. or just ugly? ❜ ( placing bets on the latter, )

a glance toward the tub. a silent breath. then, quick as a snake, she reacts: grabbing a half-empty bottle from the counter and pelting it across the room before she runs to start trying to wrestle the body from the tub. ( finding that her companion already gone cold, ) ( and that her limbs flopped around lifelessly. ) ❛ no, no, no .. god fucking dammit, tiff. ❜ adrenaline swells her veins until they start to protrude against skin. she closes tiffany's eyes, and props her head along the edge of the tub before gathering herself back to her feet. bruiser. waiting for the first move──

❛ c'mon, motherfucker. ❜

dollhaunt

“ your girlfriend didn’t seem to mind. ” that is a half truth, tiff had been fond of this face, and nica was certainly an upgrade from the stitched together good guy he’d inhabited prior, what is it people used to say ? ( life is plastic, it’s fantastic ! ) what a crock.

lifeless form is doll like in the way she sags quite literal dead weight in vi’s arms. a marionette with her strings cut. tiffany’s body is not bruised, pristine condition is purposeful, pretty face only obscured by running make up and puffy eyes.

“ — tsk, you must’ve really liked her. ” pity drips into charles’ tone, amusement lingering in the form of a cackle bubbling up from his gullet. he picks up tiff’s silver bic from the counter, flicking it with his thumb before snapping it closed. he doesn’t have a monologue prepared. no desire to rant or rave about the dead.

observation is what saves him from taking glass bottle to the head, the way eyes find her even in the dark. he ducks his head, feels shrapnel scatter wet across the expanse of his right shoulder, eyes turn to where the bottle landed, and he does laugh now.

“ fuck ! i can see why she liked you. ” tiff has always had a thing for violent delights. those broken people who break things, bloodied hands, whether it is their own or someone else's. chucky has almost killed her their first meeting, would have had she not looked up at him and told him to do it with an excitement he has only ever seen in himself. he knew he would.

“ you really wanna risk your neck to be a cheap replacement ? a two bit knock off ? that’s a damn shame, kid. though i gotta admit, you do look the type. ” excitement displayed across features. chucky has never entered a fight he couldn't win, a trick up his sleeve, a knife tucked into the waistband of his pants. he does not reach for it yet, doesn't want to ruin the surprise.

“ wanna play ? let's play. ”

#˚‧⁺ ﹙ᶦ﹚ interaction ‚#f1sts #me everytime i look at this:#gonna be real.#dont see him getting out of this one #( i do have a thought actually. )

syfysource

You know, if killing with Tiff is the best time I ever had in my life, how come I feel like strangling her with my own bare hands?

#˚‧⁺ ﹙ᶦᶦᶦ﹚ countenance ‚#he just became 100x hotter when played by a woman #idk what to tell you #mature /

“ c’mon kid, ” exasperation seeps into tone. doll’s voice is wrong, a distortion, an amalgamation of his cadence through @dollsvessel’s voice box, sort of auditory uncanny valley. slowly it shifts, becomes something more comfortable to think about: because her lips ain’t moving.

( it’s all in your head, nica ! )

“ be honest with yourself, or just fuckin' humor me, for a second . . you ain't gonna walk out of here by yourself. ” his usual smug demeanor is hidden under concerned tone, as if this is some sort of compromise, his attempt at persuasion a way of showing her the light.

“ i know tiff, know how she acts, how she thinks, i've been married to her for thirty years, alright. ” locked doors and labyrinth hallways, once tiffany gets her claws in something, she doesn’t let go. obsessive bitch.

“ she might show you some charms or spells, but she isn't gonna just - ” let you kick me out ? remove me ? hesitation skips like a stone across her mind from his own. tiffany has removed him from the narrative of his kids' lives, while not replaced he is easy enough to erase. still, he recovers well. “ - open the door and let ya go. so either you can make a move, or just close your eyes and. . . let me handle it. ” delicately put.

( read : do it yourself, or get out of the fucking way. )

“ your goody two-shoes act ain't doin us any favors. ”

#˚‧⁺ ﹙ᶦ﹚ interaction ‚#dollsvessel

lights are out in the caravan. the smell of vanilla lingers in the air, clings to the fabrics decorating the cramped space like cobwebs. or maybe it’s the candles placed around the kitchen that have melted to little more than stubs of scented white wax. who can say.

“ tiff’s not in at the moment . . . ” he is prone to dramatics such as sitting in the dark for a grand reveal, but this is more calculated, more predatory, an animal stalking from the shadows, he gives himself away only when figure enters doorway, @f1sts silhouetted by streetlights.

there’s another smell, something off putting, burnt wire and rot hidden under tobacco and amber.

“ might be awhile before she gets back, ” eyes snap to the standing water in the tub, what was once a bubble bath has melted into grey foam, suds atop chilled water circling a crown of blonde hair. it’s purposeful, meant to draw her attention.

“ want me to take a message ? ” you could call it a mutual interest, a morbid curiosity brought on by attention pulled in a different direction. he doesn’t like to share, not a fan of till death do us part. it’s never been a permanent sort of divorce for them.

#f1sts #MOBILE TBT .

some general thoughts on possession:

the soul is a sort of energy, it cannot be created or destroyed, it can however be transferred and stored. it can be splintered into more than one doll or person, however the more this is done, the weaker the soul fragments become, due to splintering himself chucky cannot take full possession of a living host, and thus shares the vessel with it’s native inhabitant. ( read : nica )

chucky's ability to walk is due to the fact he is possessing her body. he is essentially wearing her body as a suit. he can feel through her, he can move her limbs even if she cannot.

chucky is constantly hungry. a body is not meant to hold two souls, and thus the vessel is constantly burning energy. creating an extremely high metabolism.

there is a trial period with chucky having to get used to nica's body, he has heightened senses, his sense of touch, smell, and taste specifically.

given the right spell, nica could force him out of her body, but it would take a lot of energy, and concentration.

starter call ! like this for a starter, ( multi's specify muse. )

itsalcngstory

Back of wrist rises to swipe away at the crimson spatter across her features, more annoyed by the mess created in the fight until it easily shifts her attention to him. It’s still quiet enough of an abandoned warehouse for her not to be in such a rush to depart - not as though anyone’s gonna miss the freshly deceased; not exactly the perfect picture of model citizen here.

Features scrunch up at the suggestion of eating a bloodied strawberry, mismatched gaze flickering from him to the dripping fruit pinched between his fingers. “…Garnish, I’d never do that. I’m a little twisted, but not like that. “ a pause, blade in her grasp still drenched.

“…are you going to?”

dollhaunt

UGH, KIDS THESE DAYS HAVE NO PIZZAZZ. he scoffs looking at the berry between his fingers. are you going to ? his grin his wide, showing too many teeth, rabid and dog like attention snaps to the woman across from him.

“ well, if you're not going to. . . seems like a waste. y'know there's kids starving all 'round the world. this shit is like fuckin' gold and it's going to waste in some evidence lock up, so . . . ”

he doesn't pop the whole thing in his mouth, instead taking a bite of it, leaving two clear teeth imprints in the fruit, and a smear of red like lipstick over his bottom lip. tongue flickers out to clean it before he drops the fruit back into the puddle, letting it land with a sick plop.

“ more of a cherry guy, myself. but i gotta say, you've got a real fun shtick goin. . . even if it is a little . . . tasteless ? ” he cackles.

#˚‧⁺ ﹙ᶦ﹚ interaction ‚#itsalcngstory

welcome in to my “chuck is an idiot, and had he possessed andy in child’s play he would have full control over his body, however because his soul is fractured into so many pieces, possessing a living host and overtaking them completely is practically impossible, which is why nica is able to regain control.” ted talk.

on one hand

but on the other hand . . . compressed.

⌗ 𝙳𝙾𝙻𝙻𝙷𝙰𝚄𝙽𝚃 . an independent & exclusive, writing blog for 𝗻𝗶𝗰𝗮 𝗽𝗶𝗲𝗿𝗰𝗲 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐋𝐄𝐄 𝐑𝐀𝐘, of the 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘴 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘦. written primarily as an original character. with a larger focus on necromancy & religious horror.

𝙴𝚇𝙿𝙻𝙾𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙶 . the psychology of serial killers, curses & hauntings, to be a dead thing walking, queerness, gods & monsters, how fragile is the line between life & death, trauma, rotting from the inside.

must be 21+ to interact. trigger heavy. dead dove do not eat .

#horror rp #chucky rp #childs play rp #slasher rp #dbd rp #supernatural rp #ghost rp #dolls /

ohisms

✱ ˚｡⋆ ↪ MORBID CURIOSITY ... [ REMASTERED ] ( a collection of various original dialogue prompts centered around asking questions. adjust phrasing / gendered terms as necessary. )

give that to me! where did you find this?!

do you drink coffee or tea?

sorry– am i crazy, or have we met before?

do you trust me enough to close your eyes?

when were you planning on telling me?

at the risk of being a cliché, do you want to get out of here?

can i convince you to stay the night?

do i look like someone who knows what that means?

would you consider giving me a second chance?

do you really think that's helpful right now?

would you mind showing me around?

do you ever plan on forgiving yourself?

are you thinking what i'm thinking?

can we ... go out and do something crazy?

why are we whispering?

who exactly are you, anyways?

can't we just be civil for a minute?

does the past ever keep you up at night?

if you have nothing to hide, what's the problem?

how long has it been since i saw you last, [ name ]?

did the power just go out?

are we still doing the thing where we pretend not to care?

how should we celebrate?

can we just ... start over?

why is this so important to you?

how was i supposed to know that?!

do you want me to stay? it doesn't have to mean anything.

where are you? nobody's heard from you.

can you help me zip this up?

why do these things always happen to me?

you don't secretly hate me, right?

can i get you something to eat? –or drink?

ready to see what i've been working on?

where have you been disappearing off to?

what's that perfume you're wearing?

you're laughing?! do you really think this is funny?

are you planning to stay for dinner?

did you think it was going to be easy?

you see where you went wrong, don't you?

when did we become so cold and distant?

who are you working for?

did you really do all of this for me?

can i open my eyes yet?

haven't you heard the stories?

[ name ], what are you doing here?

what's it gonna take for you to trust me?

do you believe people can change?

how about we catch the ten o'clock showing?

don't you remember what happened last time?

why is it so unbelievable that i'd want to help you?

you're [ name ], aren't you?

who did this to you?!

how did you know i'd be here?

what's that supposed to mean?

do you think i'm irredeemable?

what kind of mess have you gotten us into?!

do you see anything you like?

what do i owe you for the food?

why won't this stupid thing work?!

does tonight really have to end?

holy shit. can you believe we really pulled that off?!

i can tell you're upset, [ name ]. what happened?

how long have you been standing there?

do you ever wish you could just ... run away?

haven't we been here before?

wait, shush ... did you hear that?

did i miss today's newsletter or something?

can we put our differences aside for a second?

what are you getting out of this, exactly?

you'd tell me if something was wrong, right?

are you willing to bet on it?

would you kill for me?

what made you think that was okay?!

do you believe people can change?

what's the worst thing you've ever done?

you were going to leave without saying goodbye?

[ name ], can you sit up for me?

can i kiss you?

where are your keys? you're not driving like this.

how's life been treating you?

where have you been?!

aren't we supposed to be alone tonight?

aw, has someone had a little too much to drink?

where are you going with this?

are we really doing this right now?

have you eaten today?

can i crash here for the night?

how did you learn to lie so well?

can i at least buy you a drink?

where should i meet you?

is that ... blood?!

are you trying to make me jealous right now?

what’s your problem? you're acting weird.

[ name ], you're ... real, right?

where’s your sense of adventure?

do you like horror movies?

what are you trying to prove?

can you give me a ride?

do you have any idea what you've done?

shouldn't you answer that?

why should i be the one to calm down?

have you been up all night?

why are you lying to me?

is that my [ jacket / hoodie / shirt ]?

what are you so afraid of?

do you want to grow old with me?

you’re gonna walk away from this?

are you nervous? your hands are shaking.

where am i supposed to go?

how many fingers am i holding up?

you want me to just walk away from this?

[ name ], slow down– what's wrong?!

are you embarrassed of me?

what's that smell? something's burning.

how can i make it up to you?

why can't you stay out of it?

is this some kind of trick?

come on, what do you have to lose?

do you ever still think of me?

idiot. why didn't you tell me?!

can we stop and think about this rationally?

how long has it been since you’ve slept?

what's your ideal first date?

are you ready to tell me the truth?

i almost died, and you're laughing?

what do you mean, "sort of"?

can we just stay like this forever?

when can i see you again?

can we put this behind us?

oh ... you thought of me first?

where did you learn to do that?

oh my god, are you bleeding?!

where are you? nobody’s heard from you.

[ name ], are you drunk?

how can i make this go away?

someone's jumpy today. are you feeling okay?

are we safe here?

what can i do to convince you?

what could possibly go wrong?

you have no idea who i am, do you?

how do you really feel about me?

why can't you look me in the eyes?

did you know you talk in your sleep?

were you following me?

can we just pretend this never happened?

are you just barely getting home?

are you even listening to me right now?!

where does it hurt? can you show me?

are you trying to get yourself killed?!

how about we just forget the world exists?

how long have you been keeping this from me?

were you ever going to tell me?

what do you make of this?

[ name ], what the hell?!

can we just be honest with each other, here?

are you trying to keep me a secret?

why does your story keep changing?

how long have you known?

it can't be that bad, right?

are you happy? i mean, really happy?

isn't this place amazing?

did i interrupt something?

how am i supposed to trust you?

are they still following us?

are you fucking serious?

do you remember our first kiss?

can we take a break for a minute?

how about we disappear for awhile?

you're going to walk away from this?

can you please just cut the crap?!

why didn't you tell me you were hurt?

how can i make this go away?

can you just look at me, please?

is there anything i can do to change your mind?

do you ever stop talking?

that depends. are you done lying to me?

are you sure this is legal?

how do you take your coffee?

can you keep your voice down?

why does your phone keep buzzing?

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