I've killed for It.

Writing ; 18+. Minors DNI.

[killer-pc]

Master list.

Time Repetition.

PROLOGUE » Life that is a Game.

CHAPTER ONE » N/A.

Hands that Holds.

PROLOGUE » N/A.

PROMPTS ; SCENARIOS

» A Liar's Game.

» Wise Dragon Drabble.

» Cherry Flavoured.

» Your Pain's Mine.

Requests are open.

[killer-pc]

Drabble.

In which you are a love interest. Includes; GN! Pc, GN! Reader.

Biting their neck - or moreso nibbling on it, you left a little mark of hickey on them while in bed together. Your eyes glance at the small plushy staring directly into your soul but you simply look away from it and focus more on your whimpering partner.

You can't help it of course. They've ruined you with their meek and bratty demeanors, leaving you flush in a darker shade of yourself in many ways. Kissing up trails from their shoulder to their jaw, silently laughing together in the dead of night.

Nothing much is happening between the two of you, only simple touches and your hand gently caresses their waist to stomach. The small noises coming out of their mouth fills you with arousal but you keep it checked. They've suffered enough from what they've been complaining to you about after a while of dating.

You'll try your best protecting them but even you know you won't be there for them a lot. However, you can comfort them like this every night if it means to show how much love you have for them and how you won't abandon them anytime soon to the horrors of this godforsaken town.

[killer-pc]

Drabble.

Includes ; M! Niki the Photographer & Making Out. Potential Out of Character. Minors DNI.

"Got yourself a new flavour?" You lean yourself against Niki who's currently looking over the photos taken with the two of you sitting on recamier.

Said photographer only hums in acknowledgement not minding your chin over his shoulder to look over his work. If anything, he seems to lean back against you ever so slightly. You glance up to his eyes only to catch yourself and Niki looking into eachother's eyes, "Would you like a taste?" Niki asks.

Tilting your head at the implication and letting out a confused 'huh?'. Niki simply pulls out the red coloured lollipop out of his mouth and gently move it towards you. Lighting up, you nod happily that is until Niki brings his face forward to yours so close. Leaving space for you to finish it as consenting to him to which you did.

Closing both your eyes as your heart beats rapidly when your lips connected and both sides are flushed to the point you can feel the heat emitting. You can fell his tongue gently trying to enter your mouth and you gave him the access. Tasting the cherry flavoured on him as you both explore eachother's taste. Escalating to the point his hands cups your face and yours scrunching up his clothes with drool leaking out of your mouth down your chin.

Soon you both parted, breathing heavily but not looking away from each other. You watching as Niki licks his lips and can feel his thumb wiping away your drool.

[killer-pc]

Inspired by @theartofeggs dragon pc. You have my apology for non canon behaviour.

Drabble.

Includes ; P! Sydney.

D! PC looms over the human that was introduced once before to be 'Sydney' to read the book in their hand. Somehow the latter was too engrossed into the book to notice the casting shadow until they try to turn the page and noticed a claw and fur beside them.

Looking over in amazement they thought, Dragons are so smart! Unfortunately the dragon doesn't share it's sentimental. It flinches back with what appears to be a grimace on its face. Trying to crawl away speedily before Sydney utters out a, "Oh please wait!"

Stiffening up, PC glance behind them to see a Sydney's outreaching their arm towards them. Huffing as a response at the religious human, they can see them scrambling to pick up the previous book up towards them. "Please don't go! We can read together if you'd like," Sydney begs - wanting to admire more of the mysterious dragon that roams the school sometimes.

Huffing more, the dragon debates its choices between staying or escaping but the dragon was already invested in the story so with reluctance, they drag themselves back to behind the counter. Imaginary bright lights can be seen as Sydney beams in happiness when the dragon sat on its stomach behind them.

Nudging the book with its snout, Sydney quickly open the book back open to where the page they stopped once were. Soon the two enjoy the silence with the occasional of page turning until the bell rings.

[killer-pc]

A Liar's Game.

Drabble. Scenario.

— Out of all things he expected you to do, he never expects you to challenge him to a game of Liar's Deck. Simple game, risky outcome especially when the russian roulette aspect is involved.

— The rules are simple; There's 6 Queens, Kings, Aces and Jacks each along with only 2 Jokers. Each player will have 5 cards and one card type, either an Ace, King, or Queen is declared the card on top of the dismissed deck of the table. Play a card of the same or lie your way out. Call the opponent's bluff and they have to take a bullet unless you're the one in the wrong.

— Bailey watches you shuffle the cards with his nerves high but his exterior doesn't show anything because that's the key of the game. A poker face to win it all but you.. kept the smirk on your face as if you're.. simply enjoying this. Maybe you are masochistic as they claimed.

— The round has started and the table claims Aces to be played. You went first with only one claimed card of the same, still with that smirk on your stupid fucking face. Bailey observes his cards silently before placing two. You became bold however and put down 3 claimed cards, leaving you at one card left in your hands.

"Liar!"

— Bailey slams his fist down onto the table calling your bluff. He was expecting to be met with a face of nervousness but all was he met with was a smile as you slowly reveal the cards you've placed one by one.

Ace.

Ace.

Joker.

— Bailey grits his teeth. Damnit, he thought. He was reckless to rush. This new you might've got to him more than he expects. He reached for the gun and placed it to his head, looking straight into your soul but you seem unaffected. First click reloads the gun. The trigger was now out. Bailey places his finger over it and pulled the trigger.

[killer-pc]

You opened up your eyes once more and what greeted you was a room you're all too familiar. The empty bleak walls, creaky wardrobe and basic furnitures. The bedroom you barely own in this orphanage.

Begrudgingly you push yourself up from your bed that takes up most of your room, walking towards the body mirror to examine your own appearance you see over and over again.

You look into the mirror. An enervated you stares back.

Slowly grabbing the side of the mirror with one hand, your grip tightened. Bringing the other hand up to touch your face and slightly scratch your face from under your eye down to your jaw.

+ Pain

Eye twitching as you keep staring back at yourself and the grip on the mirror is starting to make the mirror nearing to crack but you release your hand before it can. You can feel your anger overwhelming you. Staring back at yourself with a glare and gritted teeth.

I'm back here all over again.

Putting your forehead against the mirror in defeat, you try recalling back to memories of your previous lives. You died and the world restarted. You didn't even know you could die considering of what has happened to you that defies the laws of nature.

+ Stress

It starts the same and ends the same but the middle is what differentiate each of them. The first was a clueless run, you don't know what to make of the world as you just turned 18 and out of the orphanage getting money to pay off debt as Bailey told you to whilst simultaneously trying to attend school as well as avoiding getting assaulted. Boring. It's a lot of effort and ironic how it became your demise. Who knew that fainting a lot can rarely lead to death.

Second life was full of chaos. Getting over the initial fear of turning back to the past, you started to cause havoc. You won't lie and say it's not a coping mechanism since it is. You managed to meet new people that are not from your school since you keep skipping it. Funny how the reason why you died in that lifetime is your recklessness and managed to get beaten up to death from trying to protect yourself.

Third life you fell to depression. You can't understand why you keep going back. Trying your best to find answers even covering yourself in books and walls of steel, isolation was your answer. Not much happens that life due to only filling yourself up with studying, researching and slowly feeling yourself going insane. Only because of your unhealthy lifestyle, you died far too soon.

And it keeps on repeating further on. Death after death after death. Lessons learnt after lessons learnt. Everytime it repeats but only you keep changing your coarse of actions and it wasn't enough. You know nothing. Nothing to stop this cycle. Not even that being of light can do anything.

These memories swirl around your head and you can feel the room spin, voices wrapped around you in taunt. Grabbing your hair and bundling it up in you hands and started pulling on them, trying to get them over your ears covering it with hair and your palm. It gets louder, the room starts to look mashed together like a painter's palette of colours.

So much screaming.

+ Stress + Trauma

You vision blurring.

- Control + Stress

Everything is falling apart.

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+ Stress + Trauma -- Control

YOU CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE.

Enraged, you let out a loud scream and pull back your clenched fist and punch the mirror in front of it. Shattering it and the cracks pierced your skin as blood pour out from your fist.

+++ Pain + Stress + Trauma

The pain trickling in your nerves almost snapped you out if it wasn't for your adrenaline keeping the pain at bay. Breathing heavily as if you just went for a run. Your surroundings still slightly blurred together which left you unaware of the footsteps of Bailey, the caretaker. Investigating the scream that you led out and the sight he was met with was not one he expected.

The orphan that he always knew has that angered dazed look and the blood pouring out of the injury inflicted upon the mirror punch is something he doesn't expect you of all to lash out. He ignores your distress state and simply pulling your arm roughly leading to more careless cuts on it.

+ Pain

All you can hear is Bailey yelling at you but you can't put your mind to focus. It's as if you're being auto controlled by something that's not you. Slowly turning your head towards the angry Bailey, making him shut up about the mirror seeing your dead eyes leering into his own.

He has seen eyes like those before. He has caused some of it but this is different. It's as if you've experienced something he hasn't and he won't admit it but it leaves his gut a bad feeling.