sometimes i post random stuff mostly out of pocket shit people send me on my straw page
hey my names ferf, im 14 and an artist
im in a lot a fandoms as is everyone but the ones im posting about rn are spooky month, mouthwashing and one wheat mark.
im always looking for friends so if you wanna chat go ahead! you can dm me or join my discord eeeeee :>
my DNI is proshippers anti lgbtq racists ect
boundaries: do not send me nsfw with out asking. do not ask me to draw nsfw at. all. if you wanna use my art for pfp or banner go ahead! idc if adults follow me or send me asks just dont dm me or anything. im all for goofy but dont be weird, im married to the block button and im damm near faith full!
pumpkin rabbit? is this the dude your talking about?
he kinda cute ngl
ya but hes like that one meme when your 6 years old and that plush is all fine and dandy then you turn the lights off and ITS FUCKING THIS
this guy hunts down kids for sport, for the game! he has been the number 1 champion in child murder sense 1976. "hes kinda cute" try saying that when your face is ripped off tided to a chair in his fucking basement.
(i hate him i hate him so much he gives me nightmares)
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
Chapter 4 and I just got to my child! (Skid!) And his asshole of a father... but I've got to my child! :D
(Chapter is undercut)
Spooky Things
Season 1. Beginning
Episode 1. The vanishing of Ross Lynn
Chapter 4. Eleven
The doors to mansion opened, making the chatter inside quiet down as everyone turned to the front door.
"Father." Somebody in crowd said.
A tall black-haired man looked between the hooded people, walking inside the building. He stopped by a man in cloak, who nodded to him.
"What's the damage?" It was the man's only question.
"This way, Father." Cloaked figure replied, showing the man towards the door.
The two started to decent into the basement, the black-haired man taking out the key to open the door.
"The entire east wing of basement will be evacuated within the hour. We've sealed off this area following quarantine agreements."
The man smiled, nodding to the cloaked, before he opened the door, that now had plastic wrap on the other side. The both men stepped through the zipper in middle, seeing the other side.
It was covered in some kind of light cyan mist, the basement looked even darker than usual... as the Father walked inside, placing his hand on the wall, he came across few dark bumps were scattered on them. Upon touching... they felt slightly slimy, similar to skin of amphibian or deep-sea creature.
He frowned once more, walking further through the halls into the basement... until they finally reached a huge room, that was filled with that cyan mist... but here, it seemed to be even more concentrated, making it hard to see too far head of oneself...
And yet, something was still clear.
A huge opening in the wall, glowing that same cyan. The glow just as well seemed to be pulsing... low growling was ringing throughout the room... and more, way bigger bumps were coming out the opening... from some angle, they also looked like tentacles.
"This is where it came from?" Father asked, examining the room.
"Yes."
He stepped closer towards the opening, trying to see what was on the inside... but he was met with same glow, that seemed to linger for what seemed to be... miles on the other side. And... if anyone would ask, he could swear he saw something moving on the other side. After a minute of examining it, Father stood up. He still continued to look at the opening.
Whatever that thing was... it was not continuation of his basement.
"And the boy? Were you able to locate him yet?" He asked, looking at his hand, just now noticing some of same slime as from bumps in corridor.
"We're doing what we can, Father. Give us time." A man spoke behind him.
"He couldn't have gotten too far. I mean... he's only eight."
'You better believe he hasn't gotten away...' Father thought to himself, frowning. 'This is big. And you made it happen...'
A smirk grew on Father's face as he thought of what happened. Or rather... who made it happen.
'Eleven...'
'Run.' It was the only thought running through his brain for what felt like hours. 'Run, run, run!!'
A small figure hid behind the tree, breathing deeply, finally able to watch a break.
A small child, seemed not even to be 10 at the moment, was running for his life in chilly November day in nothing, but what seemed to be a hospital gown.
'Run! They're coming! Bad! Evil!'
But, of course, human body could only take so much running, before it gets tired and runs out of fuel. And it was the same way for the little one. He heard his stomach rumble... he hasn't had anything in his stomach since yesterday.
He grasped onto himself, before looking around... when he smelled something not far away.
He then came to a small building. Way smaller than the house, he ran from... there were few machines next to it (cars, he remembered the names from books)... there must be people inside. Which was a bad sign, he couldn't be seen... not if he wanted to get away from-.
He then heard whistling, as a man came from back door with bag in hand. It gave him idea...
The boy followed on some distance after the man, sneaking inside, carefully watching not to get caught... as he thought, next room had even more people... despite there being food, he couldn't go there.
He walked to another room, this one was way smaller, with many weird things. Some sharp, some not... a lot of silver and weird smells. Nothing back The House ever smelt like this... the boy looked around once more, before his eyes spotted something...
A small bag, seemingly out of paper... and there was something in it... small pieces of yellow something. They smelt... good. His stomach growled once more.
The child cautiously walked over it, looking taking one piece in his hand, bringing it to his nose to get better smell of it... and then took a bite.
His eyes widened lightly. It was... potatoes? It was kind of similar to potatoes, he would eat back at The House... but he never tried them like this. Not mushed or in these small pieces.
He thought he liked it.
Looking around for one last time, the boy leaned over the bag, starting to devour the potato pieces few at a time. He felt bad about it, as he was taught stealing was bad... but he didn't feel like he cared at the moment. He was starving! He hadn't had anything since lunch yesterday! He was running the whole night!
Shoving 'be good' mentality back for a minute, he just carried on with eating, until...
"HEY!"
He was caught...
The day was quiet at Boys n' Grills. That was fortunate, given the owner was away for some "family matter". That left few employees to run the place, but that was enough. Despite it being Monday, the day promised to be slow.
Vivana was was walking between tables, taking and handing orders to people. Yep, it was definitely being a-
Then she turned around to face the window into kitchen to see somebody inside... and it was DEFINITELY not one of her coworkers.
"HEY!" She shouted, before running towards the kitchen.
It made the boy duck, grabbing the bag in his hands, starting to run.
A bit upset the food gathering was so little, but if he didn't want to go back in The House... he needed to get out right now. As small of snack as it was... he just needed something to sustain himself... the bag was small either way. He didn't think anyone would miss it!
Hand grasped into his shoulder, before turning him around to face the person.
"You think you can steal from us, kid!?" Vivana said into the kid's face. "You think you can-?!"
Then she took time to look over the child...
The dirty child. On look, he was only 7 or 8, if even it was that... definitely underweight too. Buzz cut hair, dirty blue hospital gown with little pink flowers... barefoot too... and he was going to run out there in November. Like this. And now, he was looking down, scared and ashamed... it was surprise he didn't cry. Well... correction. He was close to cry, judging by the tears, gathering up in his eyes.
"What the fuck..?"
Robert came out of school, breathing in cold fall air into his lungs. He had no doubt his friends already left. They didn't share many classes together, and even then, they tried to avoid one another. Or, at least, Roy tried to avoid them. Or else it would be too high of possibility of Ivan and Zack telling his mother he was "hanging" with "lowlife" as she liked to call them all.
She didn't like when they talked outside of their weekends at Miss. Lila's place. Robert always wondered, why she even got in contact with Miss. Lila to watch him in first place all those years ago, if she didn't like people, she found lower than herself in status.
Robert then was pulled out of his thoughts by the sound of police cars and sirens passing by. Huh... weird. It was quite awhile since this happened in their town. Or, at least, he was witness to it.
Through he payed no mind, walking down the school yard. Kevin long since picked most of kids up, so he would have to go on foot. He didn't mind. Completely other way around, he liked that.
Anything not to see that poor excuse, his brother called hi-
Then, something caught his eye. The bike stop by the front. Ross' bike wasn't there. He then remembered Robin getting a call from Ross' dad this morning... he didn't know, what they were talking about, but something felt unsettling to him.
Then he realized Ross wasn't on the bus either. Nor in class or Mr. Collins' club, they all went to. And his bike wasn't there when they got to school either.
Feeling something in his gut, Robert pulled out his phone, checking out his and Ross' chat.
No... last message there was from Robert himself yesterday, when he replied that he could lend Ross his comic... and even that, Ross didn't see it. Not even leaving him on read.
This was nothing like Ross...
Robert frowned, before going to their group chat. Last message there was from Roy, complaining about their lunch, and Susie laughing at him. And still, Ross hadn't replied in there, even through he LOVED this type of drama.
This seemed to be last straw for Robert, as he started typing
👽 Hey, guys...
👽 Has anyone seen Ross today?
Some part of Robert expected Ross to suddenly pop out of silence, tell them it was a mean prank... but something in his brain said it would be it...
And sure enough, first to reply would be not Ross... but Roy.
💥 What?
👽 Has anyone seen Ross?
Susie's icon then lit up, and she started typing too.
💗 Now that you mention it... I haven't seen him since yesterday
💥 I mean... me neither, but he might just be sick today
Well... it could explain it... also would explain, why Ross' dad would call Robin... but why couldn't they know? Why didn't she tell him? It couldn't be just that, Robert was sure of it.
And while the blonde boy was thinking over the situation, his phone buzzed. And then again... and again. Three new messages. All from Susie and still none from Ross, that would clear up their situation.
💗 I'm just from Miss. Lila, she's not home
💗 I have a feeling something's off
💗 Let's to to Ross' house to ask him
Susie was already waiting them by Ross' house when Robert and Roy arrived. And, easy to guess, Will was with her. Well... it was expected, given she couldn't leave a small child in front yard of Miss. Lila's house or at their own home without supervision.
But what they didn't expect would be a police car, stopped right infront of their house.
"Police? Why?" Roy asked, looking over the car in confusion.
"Maybe it's my uncle?" Robert wondered quietly, walking to the door. "I mean... he is friends with Miss. Jaune and Susie's dad."
"Let's just talk with Ross' parents..." Susie said for all of them, pulling Will from the car.
Robert knocked on the door and they were let inside.
"Miss. Jaune?" Susie called out. "It's us! Susie and Will! And also Robert with Roy."
"Susie?" Jaune's unusually worried voice called out from different room. "In the kitchen, kids, but I'm a bit busy right now!"
"We're not for long, ma'am!" Robert said. "We just came to ask about Ross. He wasn't at school today..."
"He's just sick, right?" Roy joined in. "Tell them they're overreacting!" He then turned towards where their friend's room was. "Ross! Just answer this! You're freaking Susie and Robsrt out!"
But nothing followed. Not even a slightest groan. Instead, it was a worried looking policeman. Robert gasped lightly.
"Officer Jack!" He said, getting a light smile from the man, but then his face turned back to worry again.
"Kids, we're talking about something really serious here, you should head home..." Jack explained, constantly looking around.
"What do you mean?" Susie asked, still trying to find her friend.
"It doesn't involve you." Jack still tried to reason with kids, but then Jaune and John came by too.
"How am I supposed to know every scratch in this house, John!?" Jaune was frowning, worrying obvious in her voice. "You know I'm not the most careful person around and I also live with two guys!"
"Hi, miss Jaune!" Will said as he saw the woman.
"Oh!" She looked down, surprised, before smiling. "Hey, Will..." She then reached down to pet the kid's hair.
"Uncle John!" Robert ran towards his relative, looking at him for any information. "What's going on?"
John looked over at Jack, who looked at him with 'How do I tell them?' expression. Jack pinched his nose breathing out. He then showed him to way to basement, where Connor and Sophie currently were. John was going to take this over.
"Kids..." John looked down at the kids. "You four go home. I hate to be the one to tell it to you, but..." He sighed out. "I'm afraid your friends has gone missing."
Dead silence.
"Oh... you're taking it way better than-"
"WHAT!?"
"Spoke too soon..."
For next minute, there were bunch of questions from kids. "What do you mean 'has gone missing!?", "Where did you look for him yet!?", "You're joking!", "This isn't a funny joke!" and many other.
"One at a time!" The man raised his hands. "You." He showed at Susie.
"How that happened!?" She started. "Our town is so small, he couldn't have gone far! And why would he!? He lives 20 minutes away from Miss. Lila! It-!"
"We're trying to figure out, how that happened..." John said slowly, trying to calm the girl down. "We don't know much yet, but we found his bag, emptied on the side on a road. Our best guess, it could be kidnapping."
"Kidnapping!?" The kids asked again.
"Not final conclusion, but just a guess. He could just be hiding somewhere." John explained. "We're currently gathering a search party to look for him."
"Can we join!?" Susie instantly jumped to him.
"What!?" John's eyes widened.
"Yeah!" Roy joined as well. "We can help look!"
"We know places, Ross likes to visit! He can be there!" Robert added. "Please! Uncle John!"
"No!" John shook his head. "No, children. But this is a case for adults. You should all be heading home right now."
"But-!" Susie tried to interfere, but John cut her off too.
"No buts, young lady." He said sternly. "Last thing, we need right now, is four more missing kids. As soon as this conversation finishes, all four of you are to head home. It means no biking." He looked at Robert. "No investigating." He turned to Roy. "No nonsense." He turned to Susie. "Did I making myself clear?"
Silence.
"Did I make myself... clear?"
"Yes./Absolutely, sir/Crystal clear." Three voices said.
The kids sighed, before Susie looked back for her brother. "Come on, Will..."
And then, the kids left. John sighed out. Jaune was back on the phone, trying to reach her father.
"Finally, somebody..." She breathed out. "Hello? Is Oscar there?"
"No, it's Elizabeth, his girlfriend." A tired and high female voice said on other side. "Who is that?"
"Elizabeth? Elizabeth..." The blonde woman nodded. "I don't think we met, but this is Jaune."
"...Who?" Jaune rolled her eyes. Of course her father hasn't said a thing about her.
"Jaune. I'm Oscar's daughter. Is he there?"
"No. Will let him know, you called..."
"Wait! Don't hang up! I need to speak with him! Can you, at least-!?"
And she hang up.
"Bitch..." Jaune bared her teeth at this, before starting to try get ahold on her father again.
John sighed out, before deciding to check on the rest of the crew in the basement.
"Managed to make the kids leave. Anything here?" John asked Jack, who looked at him and shrugged.
"Connor found a kid sized beanie down here, so we were thinking to bring it up to Jaune. But not much else..." The younger man explained, lifting up a gray beanie in his hand. "How's she?"
"Holding up, but barely..." John sighed out. "It's hard losing a kid and not knowing if they're safe or not."
He then looked over the room, before noticing something.
"Sophie!" He yelled out, as the woman gasped, looking back. "What are you looking at?"
"I..." The woman stuttered, looking between the man and the wall, but couldn't say anything. "Nothing... I guess I just imagined it..."
But I thought I saw something glow...
John sighed out once more.
Upstairs, Jaune was still ranting into the phone, at this point pleading for her father to tell if he knew where her child was... he felt his heart hurt at the sight. Oh, how he could understand her pain so badly...
"Alrighy, guys, let's get out." He said to his coworkers. "And somebody, call Patty to ask about the search party. And tell her to tell them to grab flashlights..."
