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{ 僞 }His smile grew and he patted the other’s cheek, expression one of chiding that belonged more to a parental figure than a kidnapper. Kose had been asleep— his folly, really, leaving himself so open to being abducted— but then again, he had trusted Kano. The blond always told them not to do that. It was his own fault.

It’s your own fault for trusting me, echoes his mind. The dissonance in his mind’s response was shattering. Where was his guilt, his remorse? He buried his thoughts, favouring the idea of explaining himself instead of dwelling on abstract, stray concepts that eluded him.

"You’re quick, you know? Always asking ‘why’.. It’s charming, but it’s also hilarious how little you know. Hey, this might even be a complete waste of time! But even so.”

He taps the remote against his chest, that quirky expression still in place,

"Even so, it could be worth it.”

Turning from his captive, Kano gestures widely with a hand.

"You see, we’re in a war of sorts. Sometimes, sacrifices must be made to ensure that the side you’re on wins. It’s sort of like a game, but people are involved— and sometimes people die, too. Whoever knows the most wins, you see? Knowledge is power. I gather all sorts of information in all sorts of ways— and I didn’t think you’d take me very seriously if I just asked nicely with no sort of consequences involved.

Let’s move to the first question, shall we, Kose? Who created you?”

Unsettling--that was the word, though it took him quite some time to find it, for the impression that Kano was giving him now, touching his cheek after threatening him. He looked away from the touch quickly, however, feeling ill from it. Was it sarcasm when he said "you're quick"? Kose had only ever heard that word used about him with such a strange tone, explained as "sarcasm"--it was far from something he understood, even now.

He kept his eyes on the ground, slowly processing statements--how little you know, that was certainly truth. He knew nothing about everything, it seemed, and being reminded of that was unpleasant, though he had no argument against it. At his gesture he caught the android's gaze again, those cool orbs watching carefully, trying to listen.

A war--he didn't know that word, but it seemed the deceiver was going to explain it, at least vaguely; a game, where sometimes people die...? That didn't seem to match up with Kose's definition of a game at all, making his lips tense a bit in unhappy curiosity--but he had to keep listening. So he wanted information--but for someone who knew so little, it seemed that providing information would be difficult.

"Created...?" he muttered, pondering the meaning of that--were people usually created? Well, it sounded a bit familiar, but not familiar enough. "I don' think... I understand the question."

#[ kose ]#kindauncanny #{moving this bc it was weirding uot on your theme lol}

electricsheepdog

"Don't worry, I won't do anything fatal. I just need some information~"

He had no idea why—why had he ended up like this, by the hand of someone he thought he could trust, what it was he wanted, anything. Sure, he was usually a bit confused, finding the world too large and baffling when he knew nothing about it at all in the first place, but this was something of a different level. Knowing that this was wasn’t something he should understand—that was the best way he could phrase it.

Still, pale blue eyes fixed themselves on the figure before him, more focused than usual, shoulders moving in an effort to pull his wrists from their binds—what should he do? What could he do? It was fear that bred within him, something foreign and all the more repulsive for it, the kind of emotion he didn’t know anything about and didn’t want to know anything about; no, it was almost too familiar for comfort, a stomach-turning sort of deja vu.

Expression stiff, optics wide and intensely focused, he glared at the other male, and offered a simple question: “Why?”

uncannymonster

{ 僞 } “Now, now. Don’t get so worked up so soon. I did say I wouldn’t do anything fatal, didn’t I? No need to get mad at me— yet.”

Shifting in stance, he approached the other. Even if there was nothing that would outwardly display his anger other than the glare, Kano knew the android must be angry at him for the act of betrayal— or at least, what seemed like betrayal. He had every right to be, really. A deadly sort of smile played across his features, though it somehow remained lighthearted, playful like a cat to his mouse.

Deft fingers tap tap tapped at the bindings, running down the chain to a set of wires. Finally, he lifted a remote that was held within one palm, lifting it to eye level.

“Do you see this? If you keep pulling at your hands, I’ll press this little switch here and you’ll get a zap of electricity that’s really rather painful. It’s no fun feeling hurt, is it? So if things go well, I won’t have to use this. If they don’t, well. Then I might accidentally kill you.

Ah! Before you ask what it means—

It means you’ll never be able to move again. It’s like sleeping but never waking up. All those fun things we do together? You’ll never be able to do them again, even if you did. You’ll forget us all and we’ll forget you. That’s how it is in death.”

electricsheepdog

He could only shudder under that gaze, that bizarre smile making his jaw tighten--or perhaps it was that it was too normal? His own emotions were confounding, foreign, dissociated--like something that couldn't be his own, these altogether negative feelings churned around despite how he tried to ignore them. Quietly he drunk in Kano's explanation, trying his best to understand.

Kill--he had learned that word, but the professor had explained it to be part of a figure of speech, nothing like this. Yet somehow it was the other's definition of the word that made him shiver--perhaps it was the way he used the word forget. His mind was full of cotton, it seemed, always forgetful, always distracted, and no matter how he knew that hurt people it didn't change.

No matter how much it hurt, he couldn't remember.

Kose looked down, then back up after a moment, eyes still cold. "That's... bad," the best answer he could manage, nothing useful; it ached a bit that he truly couldn't come up with anything more. "I don' understand... why you're doing this."

#[ kose ]#kindauncanny

hmm kinda want to write a thing with kose having nightmares about his other identities

#[ oocdra ]

With her head canted to the side, and her tongue clicking against the roof of her mouth, she examined the semi-familiar male with curiosity. His appearence was definitely different-- that was unusual. Now what happened here? "Hmmm, good to see that you've been changing up your style for once, Kose~!"

He turned to face her, giving a small grin; what a clueless statement, typical of this particular fool, the one who played clown behind her masks, thinking she could control anything at all—it almost made him want to laugh, yellow orbs piercing through her deception, sparkling with amusement. It was just about time, wasn’t it? To reset the stage, gut this timeline for what worth it had; for now, though, there was plenty of time to play around.

So he let out a small laugh, breathy and hollow, before opening his mouth to speak. “And you haven’t changed one bit since back then, it seems, deceiver.”

#[ kurose ]#fallentibus

" Stop it, your hurting me! "

A dark grin, tinted with madness, spread onto his face, excitement dancing in those amber orbs—perhaps his usual forgetful self had no idea how to use the incredible strength of this body, but he certainly did, relished it, savored how his grip on the idol’s wrist seemed to sting. That bit of fear planted in dark eyes was enough to egg him on, send him seeking more.

"Good," he hissed, tone almost caring, almost sweet—but it was none of that, dripping with frigid amusement at the other’s predicament. He used his own forearm to shove the smaller boy into the wall, holding him there with impossible strength, fingers laced into his collar—yes, how perfect, such a sight, nervous, unsure, terror growing slowly…

“After all, that’s the idea, Shin~ta~ro~”

#[ kurose ]#[ meme answer ]#captivxtion

"Don't worry, I won't do anything fatal. I just need some information~"

He had no idea why—why had he ended up like this, by the hand of someone he thought he could trust, what it was he wanted, anything. Sure, he was usually a bit confused, finding the world too large and baffling when he knew nothing about it at all in the first place, but this was something of a different level. Knowing that this was wasn’t something he should understand—that was the best way he could phrase it.

Still, pale blue eyes fixed themselves on the figure before him, more focused than usual, shoulders moving in an effort to pull his wrists from their binds—what should he do? What could he do? It was fear that bred within him, something foreign and all the more repulsive for it, the kind of emotion he didn’t know anything about and didn’t want to know anything about; no, it was almost too familiar for comfort, a stomach-turning sort of deja vu.

Expression stiff, optics wide and intensely focused, he glared at the other male, and offered a simple question: “Why?”

#[ kose ]#kindauncanny

"Is that supposed to scare me?" [Kurose! uwu]

He tilts his head, barely smiling—this little brat likes to look tough, doesn’t he? But that’s exactly what’s amusing about the King of this tragedy: how he stands so tough, holding his head so high (despite the fact that he’s such a frightened little mouse in the end), but inevitably he breaks—every time, a little different, but the same cracks always show through—

Yes, that’s why it’s fun.

A flippant shrug as he twirls the knife around between slim fingers; perhaps his threats have been read as too idle, or perhaps it’s just that tough facade the King wants to portray. Either way, he’ll dig deeper now, pick at those unhealed wounds until pain bleeds through into that cute, defiant face, until he can see that beautiful breakdown again—it’s a large part of what he lives for, after all.. "If you’re not scared, then what are you? Simply foolish, cold-hearted? Or do you not believe what I say?" Yellow orbs sparkle with mischief, too innocent for his words. Yes, surely he knows that their similarity is no coincidence.

"Don’t tell me you truly believe your nightmares to be nothing more…?

I, above all, know well enough that you’re not simply a fool,

my dear King.”

#[ kurose ]#xatirico

dark starter sentences

some yandere, some angst, some rivalry, but no happy stuff on this list

"You actually thought i cared about you?"

"I wonder how loudly i can make you scream in agony?"

"You're a monster!"

"It would be a shame if i had to damage that pretty face of yours."

"You're all mine now."

"How could you do this to me!?"

"I trusted you!"

"Is that supposed to scare me?"

"Put the knife down."

"You're scaring me..."

"You look so sexy when you're all bloodied and bruised like that~"

"I wonder how many volts it would take to kill you?"

"Why are you pointing that gun at me?"

"Let me go!"

"You're so cute when you struggle like that~"

"Your blood smells wonderful."

"Who did this to you?"

"You're in my way."

"I thought you were dead!"

"Help me!"

"Long live the king."

"What did they do to you?"

"What have you done?"

"Maybe i should carve a pretty picture in your flesh?"

"Don't worry, I won't do anything fatal, I just need some information."

"I don't care what you do to me, I'll never tell you!"

"Stop it, your hurting me!"

"They'll kill you!"

"I hate you."

"The only reason I chained you up is to show you how much I love you!"

"If you keep struggling like that I'll have to punish you~"

#[ meme ]#((I may use kurose for some of these #specify if you want to specify))

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Sentence Starters { Protective Version }

"Watch out!"

"You could have been killed!"

"Run! Hurry up, go!"

"Save yourself, I’ll hold them back."

"Leave me here! Go! Hurry! I can handle it."

"I promise I’ll make sure they don’t hurt you."

"They better not have laid a damn finger on you or I’ll [insert threat]."

"I swear, if they so much as breathe next to you, I’ll knock them out.”

"I’m not leaving you here!"

"And let you get yourself killed?"

"Are you crazy?"

"Are you hurt anywhere?"

"I don’t trust him/her. They seem off."

"I’m saying this for your own good!"

"Don’t worry. I’ll protect you."

"I don’t want to lose you! You’re all I have left!"

#[ meme ]

#[ oocdra ]#[ delete later ]#[ negative - ]

Gimme gimme gimme!

33. A cup of tea

"…People drink tea when ’s cold, right…? So… I made tea..."

#[ kose ]#scarletheoryofhappiness

Gimme gimme gimme~~.

6. A list of chores

"…Danchou wanted me to give you this."

#[ kose ]#captivxtion

frommemetoyou

Send my muse "Gimme gimme gimme!"

And I’ll randomly generate a number from 1-45 to see what my muse gives yours from the list below. All simple or fluff!

frommemetoyou

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