As the first four of seven seals are opened, a signal will begin for the end of the world as we know, paraded around as five beings.
A pair of hooves shaped like arrow heads claiming their steps across the nation in Conquest.
A saddle carrying a heavy sword stained in the blood and carnage of War.
Scales that rattle like snakes to those who are damned and starved by Famine.
A beast that will ride in silence and steal the souls of this horrid world by bringing slaughter and Death.
And a White Horse.
Being a human was never made out to be easy, not even for a middle-class citizen like Liu. Whether it was keeping a job or juggling medication, or mundane things like forgetting to floss.
It was never easy.
His hands paused at the wide chalkboard in his classroom, pressing a thin dot of white chalk against the green in silence, his mind elsewhere, until two women walked in from the balcony entrance of the auditorium.
“Louis.” An older woman's voice rang out, snapping him out of his brief daze. “Miss Kizzel,” He turned, watching the women walk down towards him. “I’m still in the middle of–” He turned fully, seeing the now empty auditorium with only a few kids who were packing up or asleep. “Class.”
“Your session ended seven minutes ago. Although from the sight of it my guess is you were done much before that.” She huffed, turning back towards the door with a snark. “You have a visitor.”
A younger woman walked towards Liu's desk, wearing a clean jacket and dress pants with a detective badge on her belt. That never meant anything good.
“Louis Hocket, it's nice to finally put a face to the name. I’m detective Morgan Hopkins ” She held her hand out to shake. He didn't.
“Just Liu is fine.” He responded quietly, tugging at the cross necklace on his neck, a nervous habit of his. “Did I do something to warrant a visit, detective?” She shook her head, smiling slightly as she moved towards his board. “Nothing like that.” Her hands ran across the board as she examined his writing. All psychological nonsense with buzzwords to make himself seem smarter than he actually was, she knew the type. “You did detective work back in the county district a few years ago, in my field to be specific–”
“Get to the point.” He snapped.
“...Hm.” She inhaled, stepping away from the board and finally looking up at him, her gaze turning serious.
“Back when you were working there all those years ago there were about eight missing children's cases, one of which you solved.”
“I didn't solve anything. We stumbled upon a body, that's it.”
“You closed it regardless though.” She hummed, tapping her nails on the desk beside Liu. “There were five unsolved cases that were eventually forced closed when you left the force. Now there's eighteen that have been reopened.”
There was a brief moment of silence between the two. Liu knew better than to listen to some cop, especially knowing his history. But that fact alone got him thinking; Eighteen kids. Even for Blackpointe that was a lot.
“Alright, what's your point? I find it hard to believe they'd want me back after all these years.”
“It wouldn't just be a job opportunity, we have dozens of parents and families who need this closure. They need something to believe in. I’m aware you haven't done much but find bodies in ditches but at this point that might just be what we need right now.” She wasn't being blunt, just realistic, something that Liu actually might have appreciated if the context were different. “And we desperately need the help.” She definitely wasn't bullshitting him like most cops did, she meant it. She wanted to find those kids, dead or alive. And Liu had nothing better to do than sit around and do lectures at community colleges anymore.
(Please note this is just the introduction. Each chapter will be posted separately as the story progresses)
In the early 2000s, over dozens of children in Blackpointe Michigan went missing in a matter of only a few months. After a distressed mother bombards the police and opens up the cases in the small town in an attempt to find her missing daughters, retired Detective Louis (Liu) Hocket and Detective Morgan Hopkins work together with a small team to find these children and close the cases in the town, not knowing something deeper lies down beyond the surface.
Beyond the investigation a demonic force known as Zalgo not only haunts the two detectives but several others in the town, forcing them to find the meaning of humanity while preventing the end of the world as they know it.
im gonna post more oc x cc on here and probably do updates on my jeff collection and stuff since its easier to do q&as, but uhhh yeah idk how to caption things right
being chronically on and offline for the past like 3 months has made me realize a lot of artists and content creators today would not have survived 2015 youtube and it shows
like do you guys know how many discourses and callouts online ive seen about artists claiming that their style was being stolen or “this artist isn’t creative and i don’t like their style” or creators just being evil and doing evil shit?? its not 2016 anymore where you need to create a callout post for every minuscule thing that happens in a fandom, or when you get butthurt over an art style you don’t like :/
or like… proshippers being a huge thing again…
the art community has always been toxic but it just surprises me when literally NOTHING has changed ig, idk thats all for now, probably gonna use this as an opportunity to kickstart my tumblr again for art stuff and for silly rants
Do you think the operator is actively homophobic or just generally ambivalent to sexuality?
i would have said the latter but i'm trying to imagine what "the operator being actively homophobic" would look like and now im just picturing him lurking in the background of westboro baptist church protest photos
