A victim manages to temporarily escape Paulo, but almost kills him, leaving him with a large, nasty scar.
Tw: Blood/Knife/Attempted Stabbing/Snuff Films/Angst/Dramatic Paulo
Usually it was hard for victims to escape Paulo's grasp before filming. You'd be on the sidelines, helping every now and then, silently cheering on your murderous boyfriend. Things seemed to be going well until about a few minutes before Paulo started filming. It was too late when you noticed the 'actor' grabbing a knife, and slashing it at Paulo's chest, and shoved him back. Paulo yelled out in pain, stumbling back into the wall. You panicked, and made a poor attempt to disarm the actor, managing to grab the knife but getting thrown into the floor, the actor escaping quickly. You weren't worried, as you were in the lantern, so he wouldn't last long.
You ran over to Paulo, who was holding his hands tightly over the large wound, tears were falling down his cheeks. You had never seen him like this.
"I'm gonna get Dr. Caine! Stay right here ok?" God there was so much blood.
"No.. don't.." Paulo choked. "I'm not going to just let you bleed out!" You were frantic. You hurried to get the caretaker, as Paulo stayed there, head leaning back against the wall. He didn't want that to be his last interaction with you. He loved you. He felt his vision becoming fuzzy. He didn't want to leave you behind on this godforsaken planet alone. "I'm sorry.." He whispered, before he closed his eyes.
— hours later —
When Paulo woke, he found himself in his bed, he had a large stitch across his chest, crossing over his stomach to his abdomen. He saw you asleep on the floor, wrapped up in a large blanket. You were holding onto his hand as you slept. "(Name)..?" He whispered. You woke up, and quickly sat up. "Paulo.. How're you feeling..?" You asked. You say next to him on the bed, rubbing his arm. "Better.." Paulo said. You sighed. You couldn't think of anything to say at that moment. So you decided to get under the blankets, and cuddle into his good side. Paulo gladly accepted, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. "Promise me you'll be more careful..?" you asked. Paulo played with your hair lovingly, brushing his hand through it. "I promise, moja láska." Paulo whispered. You smiled. You loved when he called you that. You melted into his touch, and fell asleep.
After a recent incident that happened today, I would like to say:
LISTEN TO THE MINOR DNI
and DONT lie about your age to strangers online.
not only can it harm your mental development as a minor, it can also harm those you come in contact with. It can get the adults around you in trouble due to not knowing your age, but it can also mentally harm you growing up in that sexual environment.
You're young and yes you will have the need to experiment with your sexuality, but lying about your age to sexually interact with adults is not at all safe for anyone involved. I will try to find resources to help with exploring your sexual identity, but if any of my followers are lying about your age STOP before its too late. There are consequences for it and you will receive them.
With the new fn*f movie teaser out, just a little reminder than Scott Cawthon still gets money from it, and he's highly anti LGBTQIA+ and pro-trump, his money goes to anti-lgbtqia+/pro trump movements
⚠️ YOU CAN STILL LIKE FNAF, JUST DONT GIVE CAWTHON YOUR MONEY ⚠️
Kerry, a vampire, stalks his prey. He's hungry. Starving. And the blood of a corrupt police officer would be the perfect way to satisfy his hunger.
"The more corrupt the person is, the richer, and thick their blood is. Which is perfect for a hungry vampire...." -Unknown
⚠️⚠️TW for themes/Mentions of; Catcalling, verbal harassment, blood, vampirism, violence, death, and NS/FW themes! ⚠️⚠️
please do not use/steal my work for AI <3
Word count: 471
October 1st, {REDACTED}
As the vampire, Kerry, stalked his victim an officer by the name of James Smith, he could feel his inner darkness begin to manifest within his soul. He didn't know why. But it didn't matter. He was hungry, starving, almost. It had to have been almost a month since he had fresh blood. He licked his lips. The officer he was stalking, was a fascist. Officer James Smith would have a brutal death. He growled, loud enough for the officer to be able to hear him. Oh how fun this would be. The officer shot around in a panic, hand reaching for his gun.
"Excuse me, did you just fucking growl at me?"
"What if I did, Officer Smith?" Kerry purred, becoming increasingly excited.
"Are we going to have a problem, queer?" Smith shook his head in frustration. "Because catcalling an officer won't end well for you."
"What if I am? You should know perfectly well that all forms of verbal harassment are legal, officer." Kerry flashed a fanged smile towards Smith, slowly tilting his head to the side. His smile made Officer Smith uneasy. Smith tried his best to keep his composure. Kerry could smell his fear, which made him audibly lick his lips. Oh, how his fear smelled beautiful. It made Kerry's stomach growl with hunger.
"I heard that shit you said to that young woman back there. How would this be any different, pig?" Kerry spat, as Smith chuckled to himself and shook his head. "Put your hands on your back, fucker." "Fine, as you wish, Officer Smith," Kerry spoke, placing his arms on his back.
Before the officer placed the cuffs on Kerry's wrists, the vampire swung around, baring his fangs. Kerry roared in exhilaration as he lunged toward Smith's neck before Smith could retaliate. The vampire sunk his large fangs into the officer's neck. Smith howled in pain and fear, screaming and begging. Kerry easily overpowered him, falling onto the pavement, scraping the skin on his cheek as he struggled. But the officer's struggle didn't last long, as the vampire quite literally sucked the life force from Smith as he became weaker by the second. It was only moments afterward that the officer died quickly. The vampire began to slowly sip at the blood, ravishing in the policeman's fear, and his life.
Oh how divine his fear and blood tasted, Kerry purred at the feeling of the warm, thick liquid slipping down his throat.
Kerry stood up, the hot blood dripping from his fangs and chin.
He licked the blood off his arm, very slowly dragging his tongue up his arm, up to his wrist, the blood dripping down his chin. He sighed and kicked the dead body towards the curb. "Have fun in hell, and don't forget to save me a seat, little pig~"
we crumpled your man up like tissue paper btw. like we all took turns crumpling then uncrumpling him. sorry. couldn’t resist because he is just so crumpleable