°┋ NIGHTMARE.

What immortal hand or eye could frame thy fearful symmetry? {Selective Indie OC; Multi-verse, multi-ship.} (Phobetor God of Nightmares)

[ripvein-blog]

sluggish movements bring charlie upright, and inching a little further away from the stranger, and he keeps his eyes on him because he’s wary. the guy made him breakfast, a lot of breakfast, and he’s awfully cheery for a kidnapper. 

trust charlie to get kidnapped by some crazy fucker literally FIVE MINUTES after brutally murdering someone. 

what is his life.

❝ yeah, ABOUT THAT. would love to know why y’hit me and took me home. and ‘re tryin’ t’feed me, looks like.❞

a hand comes up to gingerly rub at his aching head, but at least there doesn’t seem to be any blood, so there’s that. 

❝ could y’tell me what the fuck’s going on already? am I allowed t’leave?  ❞

[fearfulfiction]

“ ah, yes. how silly of me. perhaps I should introduce myself. “

he smiled sheepishly as he took a seat beside Charlie on the bed, hardly even waiting for him to move over before he made himself comfortable. he was too excited. 

“ my name is Pascal Reynolds - you don’t know me, but we have a few things in common. it seems one of those things is our taste in kills. we were hunting the same person, the one you murdered last night. that doesn’t usually happen for me, I tend to pick people who are - hm, how do I put it... unsuspecting. I was intrigued, so I watched your process and I have to admit, I am quite a fan of your work. I am sorry about knocking you out, but I wanted to see if I could talk you into a, um, a bit of a deal. and in order to do that, well, you can’t exactly have my street address, you know what I mean? “

Pascal looked at the boy's discomfort and offered a pleasant smile.

" would you like some ice for that? "

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                           —@fearfulfiction is fucking shit up

in hindsight, maybe the suspicion in the back of his head that he was being watched was less paranoia and more accurate intuition. charlie had been sure that he wasn’t followed, though, at least up until he was hit over the head with something just after disposing of the body.

and though murderer he might be, charlie is also a fucking wimp, and he goes down like a sack of bricks the second he’s hit.

when he comes to, the first thing he notices is that his head is throbbing, because OH YEAH, getting knocked out will do that to you. and his head also feels fuzzy and muggy and it takes him a little while to really come to, wake up enough to notice that he’s somewhere foreign. its not his and mark’s place, it’s not the abandoned house he’d killed his victim in, it’s not anywhere he’s been before. and he’s not alone. 

at least, charlie speculates, he’s not in prison.

❝ th’ FUCK d’you want wi’ me? ❞

[fearfulfiction]

Pascal hummed softly to a little tune, O Death by Jen Titus (one of his favorites), as he shuffled about the kitchen preparing breakfast. he had a very special guest and his parents taught him well. his mother always said the way to his man’s heart is through his stomach - naturally this was applicable because she was starving him until he was completely reliant on her, but that was beside the point. he certainly didn’t want his guest to go hungry. he was crazy, not rude. 

so he prepared the works: bacon, eggs, pancakes. in another life he used to love breakfast... that was so long ago. just as he was finishing up, he heard his guest stir. a gleam of excitement sparkled in his eyes as he looked up to meet the gaze of his beautiful new companion. 

“ oh wonderful! you’re awake! “

he cheered as he placed a plate on a tray and carried it over to the bed, placing it gently on the side table.

“ I was beginning to worry I gave you a bit too much of a knock at that noggin of yours. “

[fearfulfiction]

“No, I’m not laughing. Definitely not. Just exhaling very loudly.” 

Pascal struggled not to laugh along, bumping shoulders with the other a bit forcefully.

“ oh! I see! so that’s how it’s going to be, huh? well, I’d like to see you try to do it, Mr. tough guy! “

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OPEN

“everyone keeps talking about their eye-phones. what in poseidon’s name does that mean? is it a cyclops thing?”

[fearfulfiction]

“ not exactly, “ Pascal let out a tiny chuckle before taking out his phone and shuffling a bit closer to her. “ it’s a mortal device, supposed to be for communication over distance, but these days it does all sorts of fancy things. a bit overwhelming if you ask me. one of the most interesting features, I find, is that you can play music from it. “ he clicked into his iTunes and showed her all of the different music options.

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deathgcddess:

       Katherine eyed her little brother, scanning him as though he were as foreign to her as a complete stranger.  Nothing to Katherine came easily, save for not trusting anybody she was around.  Up until that moment, she was sure her brothers were exempt from that.  The brunette would step back again, unsure as to whether her sisterly duties extended to caring for Pascal following his admission of being, in other words, completely fine.  “Okay,” Kat found herself responding, giving a brief nod.  When her arms had become crossed, she wasn’t sure, but she kept them in firmly place.  “Good,” she’d add, gaze landing on her apartment door for only a moment.  “If you’re all fine, I should be off.  You’ve probably got homework to do, right?” 

he watched each thought flash through her mind, watched her eyes flicker from his face to her apartment door. How funny was it, he thought, to see his sister, the essence of violent chaos, fidget uncomfortably as she was completely caught off guard. He let her keep her distance, but as soon as he opened his mouth to speak to her his voice closed the GAP between them more than his steps ever could. 

“ I’m sorry did I... freak you out, Kat? “

his head tilted to the side at an uncomfortably fast rate, almost like he was snapping his neck. his eyes were wild, alive with mischief. 

“ I never thought that I would ever be able to scare you. I didn’t mean to, promise. “

[nouveau-nymphete]

Runaway - Ed Sheeran

[justrpmemesandmusings]

Send “Who did this?” for your muse to discover my muse with a black eye or a busted lip

[fearfulfiction]

Realization || Dorian & Pascal

[fracturiing]

maybe if they had met b e f o r e the phantom’s infamous DEATH, then pascal would have a reason to F E A R. in life, dorian was- to put it simply- a MONSTER. he was the w o r s t kind of boy, but now, as a GHOST, he was k i n d. the spirit, the SOUL, ‘twas the PUREST part of a person, their ESSENCE and core. and within dorian, was a s w e e t angel of a boy, who would do ANYTHING to make people smile. HAND extends, phalanges laxed in gentle and w a r m friendship, lips pull WIDER, ivory teeth flashing to a SOOTHING grin. he shrugs slightly.

“ it’s nothin’ been dead a LONG while now. ‘m dorian eyles, y’can call me d o r i if y’like? “

[fearfulfiction]

Pascal didn’t mean to be rude, but the movement of his hand startled him. any movement at all would have done it at the time, he couldn’t help but be terribly frightened. his body  l u r c h e d  back before he could stop himself, his back meeting an abrupt WALL. upon seeing the stature of Dorian’s hand, he immediately regretted this motion. 

“ sorry - “

he gasped out, obviously shaken. memories of years of harsh hands came to mind, he often forgot about the gentle ones. he stepped forward again and took the other’s hand, took it firmly in his own and shook once to show that he in fact had no problem with this. I am not afraid of you. I am not afraid. I respect you. 

“ Dori... I like that n-name. ‘m Pascal Reynolds. “

his name felt foreign on his tongue. it had been so long since he had to say the last name his family possessed. it didn’t feel quite the same anymore. 

[fearfulfiction]

Realization || Dorian & Pascal

[fracturiing]

if the boy before him, so frozen in TERROR, looked c l o s e l y enough, he would detect a FLICKERING of ashen visage. the spectre’s  connection to earth F A D I N G for a brief moment as velvet lips quirk into an AMIABLE smile. bondy fingertips lay POISED beneath strong chin, azure gaze W I D E and welcoming.

“ ‘m DEAD, tha’s what. guess you’d call me a POLTERGEIST. “

[fearfulfiction]

POLTERGEIST. the word hung in the air like the breath hitched in the smaller boy’s lungs. such a word had terrible context in Pascal’s mind, ones filled with violence and pain inflicted by dark forces, but this boy before him seemed anything but that. his smile radiated a certain calm, a certain familiarity that eased Pascal’s mind. he somehow knew that Dorian wouldn’t hurt him. still, he kept his distance, knowing that even the darkest creatures in existence could shed bits of  l i g h t  to lure in their  p r a y . 

“ oh... I’m... I’m so sorry... “

[fearfulfiction]

Realization || Dorian & Pascal

[fracturiing]

“ SMART kid, used t’be human. not A N Y M O R E. “

[fearfulfiction]

Pascal’s fragile heart thudded furiously in his chest, threatening, just as his legs were, to burst out and run. he fought the desire to flee, primarily due to his natural instinct to f r e e z e up when he was afraid - something he cursed silently every time. 

“ w... what are y-you now? “

he barely breathed out.

[fearfulfiction]

Realization || Dorian & Pascal

{nyctophiiliiac}

“ y... you’re not... not human, are you? “

[fearfulfiction]

[fearfulfiction]

fearfulfiction:

                         what immortal hand or eye could frame thy fearful symmetry?

                     PHOBETOR, GOD OF NIGHTMARES.

[fearfulfiction]

fortheloveofeden:

Eden took another tenitive step forward and offered him a wide warm grin. “No reason to be nervous. It’s just good ol’ Eeds.” She extended her arms to give him a hug. “Tell me how are you? What’s going on in your life as of now?”

his body seemed to ease at the sound of her voice. he stepped into her arms, wrapping his own around her snuggly. 

“ well, I’m not sure if you’ve heard... I mean, you might have since it’s been in he news so much... but um, our parents are missing? “

“ so I’m living with Kat for a while. “

[fearfulfiction]

deathgcddess:

       Though Katherine had become so used to aiding her younger brothers when in states of discomfort, she often found Pascal the easiest to calm down – to take care of.  He was the baby of the family, and would be treated as such.  Yet, with the familiar feeling of her arm around his shoulder, and her hand resting with a soft, comforting grip on his forearm, the brunette found herself caught completely off guard by Pascal’s actions. 

       It only lasted a moment; Katherine had recoiled in shock, eyes opened wide as, for the first time in a long time, something had genuinely horrified her. She’d pushed her brother back, stare unwavering as she watched him. “Pas, are you okay?” She tried, thinking he must’ve had some kind of hallucination, or whatever the fuck happened to him when he began to freak out on her. 

he felt the force behind the push, the instinctual blind confusion powering the thrust of her arms that propelled him only a step backwards. still wrapped in his old habits, his arms curled to his chest, his heart racing, eyes wide and innocent, knowing that he had done something wrong - for Katherine to take a stand, it must be bad. and yet, somehow, there was still this thread of confidence, one that tugged and began to strum on its own and build up inside him and the innocence seemed to f a d e from his eyes. 

his whole stature was altered, merely mimicking old habits in a halfhearted way, his spirit just not into it anymore. he wasn’t... afraid. his arms uncoiled and fell to his sides, relaxing, his hands no longer fidgeting. his back straightened, his stance taller and bolder than it had been before. his expression eased fluidly from worried glances to a sly tug of the lips, like a puppet being forced to smile. his heart fell for once in his life into a steady beat. and in the calmest and most confident of tones while keeping steady, piercing eye contact, he replied - 

“ never been better. “

[fearfulfiction]

fortheloveofeden:

Eden slowly peeks through a crack in the door. “Oh, Pas… I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.! I just wanted to catch up with you, ya know? It has been awhile…”

All of the blood returned to Pascal’s face in a hot blush as Eden came around the corner. 

“Oh, that’s okay,” he breathed an air of relief. “I’m sorry I-I got nervous. Come in, come in.”

[fearfulfiction]

aay-bae-beau:

Beau peered from behind the young man curious as to what infatuated his attention. Naturally, curiosity got the better of him and made him inch closer. He got close enough to where he could see the hairs on his neck rise. “Whatcha doing?”

Pascal jolted forward, letting out a squeal as he spun around to see Beau. He let out a sigh of relief, his hand clutching the fabric of his shirt where his heart was racing just beneath. 

“F-Fuck, Beau! You gave me a h-heart attack!”

[bi3bers-castr0novo-deactivated2]

A Little girl, 3 yrs. old picked up by a man driving a gray car, license plate: Quebec 72B 381. Canada. Reblog this. It could save her. The Kidnapping is recent so do it, 3 seconds will not kill you. If it were your child .

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vanillivilovesreus:

Posted August 30, 2015