...settle down, Leslie...

independent Leslie from The Evil Within. Written by Antler.

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[ Feck, I have really been neglecting this blog. Sorry, I should be back after exam season. ]

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While staying in Dr Valerio Jimenez’ hospice, Leslie developed a very close relationship with a fellow patient named Katsu. The two quickly became inseparable, and could often be found sitting together in communal areas, or wandering the grounds hand in hand (under supervision from orderlies). Nothing was ever “official,” so to speak, but one might say that there was something of a romance there.

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the wolf among us || starters

❝ Is that a threat ? ❞  ❝ These lips are sealed . ❞ ❝ It is better to be feared than loved .❞  ❝ I’ve seen the way you look at ___ , okay ? You’re not foolin’ me .❞ ❝ You’re not as bad as everyone says you are . ❞ ❝ Anyone ever tell you you got a big fuckin’ mouth ? ❞ ❝ Whatever . I’m too out of it to get into it . ❞ ❝ We all have our parts to play . ❞ ❝ You can’t change the past . ❞ ❝ ____ , I’m gonna break your fucking face . ❞ ❝ I’ve heard stories about you . ❞ ❝ In some tiny little bottled up way , deep inside … you kind of enjoy it when things go wrong . ( Because it gives you an excuse to just … stop pretending ) . ❞ ❝ Life is easier with friends . ❞ ❝ Well I’d appreciate it if you’d fuck off . ❞ ❝ But no , hate’s the wrong word . They fear you more than anything . ❞ ❝ I know you like this whole ’ lone wolf ’ thing you got going for yourself . ❞ ❝ I wish I could have seen it. ❞ ❝ I’ll see you around . ❞ ❝ You almost looked peaceful . Except you’re lying in a dirty alley . ❞ ❝ Just … try not to be like ( yourself ) … ❞ ❝ Pardon the intrusion . I wasn’t aware this was a munchkin’s house .❞ ❝ I didn’t realize you were the bitch of the bitch . ❞ ❝ Hey , what are your plans now ? ❞ ❝ I’m not yours to lose ! ❞ ❝ Blah blah … blah blah blah . ❞ ❝ Are you saying you need a friend right now ? You can trust me . ❞ ❝ People are scared of you . I mean , look at your hands . ❞ ❝ You looked like when you take an action figure and bend it’s limbs the wrong way . ❞ ❝ But at the end of the day I’m still the bad guy . ❞ ❝ Everything used to be so simple … we had a beginning , a middle , & an end . ❞ ❝ When we suffer , we do it in silence . ❞ ❝ You should worry about your own fucking situation . ❞ ❝ I’ve made mistakes . ❞ ❝ You do what you want … you always do what you want . ❞ ❝ I’m glad you’re not dead . ❞ ❝ We need to do things the right way ! ❞ ❝ You’ll pray to any god who’ll listen that your mother never shit you into this fucking world .❞ ❝ Wait a minute … someone’s watching . ❞ ❝ I know it’s dangerous , but I’m not helpless . I can take care of myself . ❞ ❝ Not now , not now , shhhh , the grown ups are talking. . ❞ ❝ Out of my way ! I’ll show you how it’s done ! ❞ ❝ Do you want the Big Bad Wolf to take you away ? ❞ ❝ That was about 8 on the asshole scale … ❞ ❝ Cut the bullshit & quit wasting my time . ❞ ❝ This was really the wrong day to try & pull this shit ! ❞ ❝ You’re a monster ! A fucking monster ! ❞ ❝ You understand wanting to protect what you care about , don’t you ? You’d do anything . ❞

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suggested by @alison-bourdier , leslie withers in a panda suit!! this was really fun to draw!! thanks for the suggestion C:

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The Park

So, this is my first piece of fanfiction for The Evil Within, so apologies if it’s craps. I just had to get it out of my head.

Leslie had always loved the park. He still has those pastel blue memories of when Mommy would practically baste him in some greasy lotion that made him smell of fruit before beginning the short walk there. A lot of their usual route has been lost to the intervening years, but he vividly remembers the deep, brassy barking of a dog, whose house they passed on the way. His owner would always let Leslie give the dog a pet. His fur was brown, long and soft.

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      ❝That’s my dad’s favourite colour!           My dad chose this hat in the store           because it was blue, when I liked           the red one.           The red one looked so cool.❞

Round red lights trail through his memory. “Red is...lonely.”

The child probably won’t understand that. “Red hurts. But blue is happy.”

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      ❝My favourite colour’s purple and yellow—                       What about you? What’s your favourite colour?❞

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“Um...I like blue...”

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Generally the ghost may have floated his way over to his destinations, it saved the patting of his feet echoing down the desolate hallways and scaring people- though the temperature drop and light sighs he gives should have gave him way a long time ago. Still, still wil hesitance, he continues to make his way forward to the boy.

Jay’s not sure how the other may take his voice- a voice with no body was generally frowned upon by the living and people would try and call a priest or other kind of spiritual guidance to make him leave. He’s been moved from place to place, asking only for a polite request to be moved rather than the typical banishment- he likes being able to return to those homes to see how the families are doing.

With a waver in his echoed voice, he softly speaks out a greeting to the boy.

“H-Hello?…”

Though, the utter of your name hasn’t left him- Leslie?.. Perhaps it would be rude to assume that’s your name without asking you first.

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The disembodied voice doesn’t surprise him. He’s heard them before, after all, ever since they started his new therapy. Beacon Mental Hospital is full of whispers; most of them are from other patients, but occasionally, he’ll hear one he can’t seem to place. None have sounded like this, however. This a young man’s voice.

“Hello?” he repeats, even as familiar flutterings of panic blossom in his gut; the voices are almost never friendly. “Hello...hello?” He presses his back further into the well-cushioned wall and begins chewing the skin on his fingertips. Eyes dart around the parts of the room he can see, searching for any source for the voice.

He continues to mutter to himself, mouth forming the words without his permission. Don’t be fooled by the apparent greeting; in reality, he’s, as always, terrified of the voice.

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The ghost perhaps had a soft spot for the young male currently shivering to himself in the corner, having followed him around for quite some time now, Jay would figure it’s about time he actually introduced himself instead of standing so far away and observing.

Oh but that’s just the problem.

He’s nervous as hell.

Jay doesn’t want to startle the boy, heaven’s no. He just wants to talk, but whether or not he could actually get the courage to go over and speak to him is another thing entirely— he swallows thickly,  nervous disposition that did nothing to wet his throat (doing so with no fluids generally did nothing), before slowly pattering over to actually greet him.

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“...good boy, Leslie...good boy...good boy...”

The first thing he'd learned when he arrived at the hospital was that there are very few places to hide in a padded room. A bed, a desk, and a door offer very little cover. No little nooks or crannies big enough to squeeze a body into, even one thin and ropey as his. Under the bed is the obvious spot, of course. Maybe it's a throwback to the earliest days of a child's life, a time when most were convinced that there were monsters under there, but that always seems to be the first place people look when searching for a patient they can't see.

Unfortunately, that also happens to be one of the places in which Leslie is most comfortable. Being out of immediate sight, away from the prying eyes of the nurses, always brings him a sense of peace. A little oasis of solitude in a life full to the brim with white coats and strange-smelling chemicals. The closest he can ever remember feeling to home.

The pattering of footsteps cuts through the calm. It doesn’t sound like a member of staff...the steps are too light and unsure. He opens his eyes, peering towards the edge of the bed.

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Lovely long-legged lighthouse lady!

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[ Anyways, yeah, like for a starter I guess? ]

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[ that feel when you’ve already made a promo but you’re also a meme-loving fuck. ]

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[ Okay, yes, I should clarify, this is a sideblog of nocxtch, so that’s where I’ll be following you from. If I can get this blog off the ground I might move it to another account? idk we’ll see. But yes, hello, it’s me. c: ]

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Under the cut you will find 30+ Gif Icons of Leslie Withers from The Evil Within. Feel free to use for your roleplaying needs! :) (The original gifs do not belong to me)

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