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I write dark shit and don't edit or tag. โฅ DOGS & TEW
is anyone still around here
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@four_face_44
kidman, 11:30 a.m. february 24th. entering the town of union
i mean, nice gallery you have there, stef. very interesting
TEW
View from the library.
<b>Library.</b> The Huntington, San Marino, California.
You should have just let them [kill me].
Ruvik: Itโs isopod hour.
Stefano: What? Ruvik no, put it back.
Ruvik, holding an isopod to Stefanoโs face: ITS ISOPOD HOUR
Stefano: NO PLEASE.
Stefano: EUGGH ITS MOVING FUCKING PUT IT BACK IN THE WATER.
Ruvik: APPRECIATE THIS MOTHERFUCKER
+ @iinevitable
ย ย ย โย โ And to think that the Administrator considered me cruel.โ Ruvik looked down at the girl with even, nonchalant eyes. He wasnโt surprised if he terrified her - but there could have been so much alike him that she could have seen. For all that he pursued in his research, Ruvik could have never saw through testing upon children.ย โHello, Lilly. I am a friend of your fatherโs." He made no effort to lower his stance, but Ruvik was not without etiquette, his tone pleasant despite his gravelly voice.ย
+ @showmedeath
Ruvik had no interest in the sculptures and installations that decorated the hallways he walked through. They were not made for his viewing and he had no interest in art out of itโs technical fidelity. Which was precisely why the man frozen in a repetitive cycle of his last moments alive kept his interest. He watched as the subjectโs head knocked back from the impact of the bullet that penetrated his skull, blooming into a flower seconds after it lodged home between bone and brain matter. ย ย ย โHow would a subject respond to such stimuli? Would they remember the trauma? Would the body get used to the shock? He pondered quietly as he waited for his host, his gaze still fixated upon the figure as he recognised his presence within the building. ย โ I apologise, Iโm not the one you have been looking for, but I doubt he has any further interest in.. engaging you.โ There was no need to listen to Sebastianโs thoughts to know how abject he was to confrontation, which was precisely why he had wandered here to begin with- To see for himself what obstacle was standing in hisย way of pre-occupying the system.ย
Laura: Did you fuck my brother?
Sebastian:
Sebastian:
Laura: DID YOU FUCK MY FUCKING BROTHER DETECTIVE?
Sebastian: *Nervous sweating*
โI was aware of every slice, every severed nerve, every tug of flesh pulled away from my bones until absolute darkness overtook me.
Darkness and painโฆ
A thousand other sensations as they probed my cerebrum, examined my work. An eternity of intensity; pain, pleasure, rage, ecstasy blending together into a single, piercing noise, until the darkness was broken by sparks, like twinkling starlight.
The pain, the noiseโฆ
The light blends together, takes shape.
Itโs a place I know so wellโฆ
My prison, my home.โ
โYou did this to us, We can show you pain.โ
I forgot I finished this oops