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KATIE DOUGLAS clown in a cornfield (2025)

#; if you wait in line you'll never see || queue #; my demons are begging me to open up my mouth || face

cherryblossommuses

"I like nicknames just fine," Victoria said, keeping her gaze locked on him as he stared at her like he was trying to figure something out. "I just don't like strangers calling me Vic."

When the blonde boy took a step forward, she flinched and pressed her back into the door, gripping her keys so hard she felt the metal bruising her skin. Who was this person and why was he so convinced he knew her? And why did drop imply that he knew she was a cheerleader, one who was regularly tossed into the air in slightly dangerous manoeuvres?

Instead of answering his questions, Victoria took a deep breath to try and gather herself, then dropped her arms. She didn't want to look scared or helpless, as defenceless as she felt. "I'm not the one who needs the hospital, guy," she told him, trying to keep her voice even. "I think you have me confused."

ludencore

Stranger?

Chris couldn’t place the feeling that spiked in his stomach, but the hurt was clear in his eyes, especially so after she flinched. He’d never, ever, given Victoria a reason to flinch away from him.

With a small, hesitant step backwards, Chris raised his hands slowly. Something was rising in his chest, a feeling he hadn’t experienced since he was two. A vague flash of a gun going off jarred through his mind, and he took another step back.

Panic.

Everything was wrong. A bitter taste filled Chris’s mouth.

“What the fuck is going on?” The swear word wasn’t like him, but at that moment it felt like the only way to express what he needed to. “Victoria, please tell me what’s going on. Please. Today has been so messed up —”

#; have you forgotten that you're godless || interaction #victoria kaneko || 001 #prettypsychomuses

purki-plory

The awful sound of the metal legs dragging as Ryan moved her bed away caused Toby to flinch. For some reason the fact that she moved it away, that she was trying to keep as far away from him, made his heart twinge. He normally liked it when people avoided him, went out of their way to stay out of his radar, but when she did it...

He cocked his head. "Trust?" He didn't think he'd trust anyone other than his brothers in a long time. Toby heaved a sigh, watching Ryan stare at him. They wanted the same thing here, they were both trapped and had no clue why. She'd already told him she knew nothing, and he believed that. But trusting her was different.

"Look, I know neither of us really care that much about how the other got here," Toby said. He sat up, leaning his weight on his elbow, his hair flopping into his eyes as he did so. "But if you think we need to trust each other to get out, then I'll bite." He didn't notice, but his foot was tapping in a fast rhythm, his anxiety spiking again. He had been certain that demons wouldn't have to deal with this shit, but as it turned out they just got anxious about different things and it often lead to the energy exploding out of him without his control. His temper hadn't changed much, and his violent tendencies had only grown. He wondered if things would calm down as he got older, if having a decade under your belt helped other demons be less volatile. He doubted it.

"There's no point telling you my whole fucking life story, though," he continued. "And I doubt you want to know anything than how I wound up here. So if you share, I will too." He hoped that Ryan would take the bait and tell him everything, that way he could pick very carefully how much he told her. Trapped or not, he didn't trust people without a lot of time and reason.

ludencore

Ryan considered for a moment before slowly speaking again.

“When I was 16 I woke up one day and everything was… different. I was in a strangers house. Everything just… felt wrong. Like the air tasted different, and the colour of everything was just off, and… yeah. And then these people were after me. I didn’t know why. But I didn’t want them to get me. So I’ve been running and hiding from them. ‘Til they got me. Now I’m here. I still don’t know what they want from me, why me of anyone.”

Ryan was hesitant to bring up what she could do, the way she’d grown up. Those facts were the catalyst, the reason for it all and she knew it, but Ryan didn’t trust easily, and after Toby’s outburst the slight grace she’d allowed herself for once in her life had dissipated entirely.

She allowed a beat of silence between them before more words tumbled out of her mouth, faster this time, impulsive.

“I feel it on you. The same thing I felt when it all happened. You feel off. Different. I’ve never met anyone who felt like that before. Maybe that’s —”

She scrunched her fingers into her hair, bit her lip to stop the flow of words. Ryan let the silence linger this time, not looking at Toby.