'Cause you're the last of the dying breed

Indi BB roleplayer | 18+ | NSFW allowed | Chaotic writer and bad music taste

[kismoirailsis]

for day 2 of @bb-appreciation-week >:) i've been wanting to draw him slurping nasty style on some jam for so long thank u for finally giving me the motivation to do so 🙏

[deathnotewiki]

August 22, 2002:

Beyond Birthday attempts suicide by setting himself on fire in order to make it appear that he is the final victim of the serial murders.

Naomi Misora arrests Beyond Birthday.

[massivecore13]

(( I dunno anymore what time it is since I've been running here and there for the house stuff and work for three weeks-- I'll catch up here and on my Light account during the day - unless I collapse in bed XD

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

telling the FBI agents who came knocking on my door: "my google search isn't because I'm a serial killer, officers. they're all for my fanfics."

[saturnscholar]

"I heard a rumor that someone carved a puzzle-piece out of the fridge door. They said it matched the wound in his sternum exactly."

(Hello, your trauma is back <3)

"Backup, they replaced it ages ago. I am no longer in dire need of its services, anyway. Let it go." He groans, not ready to take on this headache nightmare again.

[massivecore13]

"It's a pity. It was a magnificent piece of art."

If you think Beyond has a memory photo of it — he might. Legally speaking.

"Oh, so are you back to eating literary dust for all your meals? Can I claim your cereal then?"

[xrphansrevival]

"I heard a rumor that if you spell ‘murder’ in Morse code by pressing elevator buttons, you summon a demon. I met Jay once—he’s a menace. Watch your step."

After tears his eyes from his book in disbelief. He stares at B like he has two heads. "You can't seriously think I'd believe that, right? Do you want me to bring along Bloody Mary? How about Beetlejuice?" He shuts his book and uses it to point at B. "Hell, let's invite mothman and the Loch Ness Monster while we're at it, huh?"

Someone is unhappy now. "Honestly, B, I'm not scared of--"

"BOO!"

"AH!"

Umbral pops up from behind After's chair. Surprise! Out of shock, After accidentally slams his book into Umbral's head, knocking him to the floor.

"Oh, crap..."

"Owwww..."

[xrphansrevival]

PREV

Massivecore13

"Anyway… Do you believe in the Red Room video theory? JayJay told me interesting things about it."

The thought has crossed After's mind more than once. A vivisection would be a very interesting and informative procedure, but it's extremely unethical. Perhaps if either of them knew someone who was a willing participant After would consider it.

He's fairly certain B isn't joking. Umbral is pretty, he would likely make a very serene corpse. After doesn't want to concern himself with the logistics and mess that follows. Watching Umbral skitter away was amusing enough.

"You're completely empty on ethics, aren't you," stated rather than asked. "It would look better with a marker. Watching you nearly tickle him is weird."

After sneers, scrunching up his nose. He's not actually fond of the idea that B might coax Umbral into a proper lesson. Watching B touch others, even for science, makes part of him very, very upset. The dubious lollipop also makes After a little upset.

"Ugh, I don't know. I don't..." He trails off. Red Rooms do sound familiar. Whether it's because B has mentioned it before, or that After had actually heard about it, he suddenly remembers. "Wait, are you talking about those... what, snuff rooms? I assumed those were fake. What theories could there possibly be?"

After finally raises from his chair, only to sit crisscross across from B. He's skeptical about the notion, but B has his attention. "You better not be bullshitting me."

[massivecore13]

Beyond doesn't budge —not an inch—, as if his legs are glued to the floor and his eyes haven't ever left the corridor where Umbral disappeared.

He's unusually calm while After talks — the disappointment in his voice as clear as it is the lollipop stuck between his lips.

His tongue rolls around the crystallized sugar coat—one, two, three times—, until the nasty apple flavour is all his brain can register, in taste and smell.

Then—like a goddamn spell braking the silence—creaaakcrush. Teeth sink into the candy in a cacophony of sugar shards falling from his mouth.

An indecent, revolting, sight for sure—but Beyond doesn't give a damn. Never did in his life, though.

"Markers are obsolete."

He picks up the sharpest shard and breaks it between thumb and forefinger without a second thought. A lollipop shouldn't hurt, right? Yet... It does. A thin pinkish cut opens on his index.

"Might use blood next time."

A wide-ass grin scratches his face as he cleans his finger on After's clothes.

"Do you have one to recommend?"

The subtle question's loaded with... Or rather, it's so full of shit you shouldn't ask back.

"Aaaaaanyway."

Beyond jerks up on his feet, grin even wider as he's finally got After's full attention.

"Nah, snuff rooms? Those are 21+ and you're not." Sliding one arm around After's shoulders, Beyond starts dragging him towards the main corridor. His voice drops to a whispers when he talks again, "Legend says... Sometimes a random window pops up when you’re just chillin' in your room, browsing safe and sound... You think it's a virus, but nah. The window won't close. Bit-defender won't quarantine it." Lips press against After's earlobe. "The window grows bigger and bigger and biiiiiigger and all you see is this red room inside... And that's the last thing you see until you fucking die."

There's a sick satisfaction in the way he narrates, like the creepy story entertains him way too much.

"Old JayJay here... Was letter J from ten years ago. And he died this way. Or so he thinks."

[k3rez3]

A few creepypasta characters, I completely forgot about BEN Drowned, I apologize :cry: but here are some cuties. I adored drawing the females, the men kinda look similar and it made me rage a bit. I know Clockwork and Ticci Toby are no longer characters in the fandom, however I still adore the characters so count it as fanart of their creators OCs<3

[xrphansrevival]

"I heard a rumor that if you spell ‘murder’ in Morse code by pressing elevator buttons, you summon a demon. I met Jay once—he’s a menace. Watch your step."

After tears his eyes from his book in disbelief. He stares at B like he has two heads. "You can't seriously think I'd believe that, right? Do you want me to bring along Bloody Mary? How about Beetlejuice?" He shuts his book and uses it to point at B. "Hell, let's invite mothman and the Loch Ness Monster while we're at it, huh?"

Someone is unhappy now. "Honestly, B, I'm not scared of--"

"BOO!"

"AH!"

Umbral pops up from behind After's chair. Surprise! Out of shock, After accidentally slams his book into Umbral's head, knocking him to the floor.

"Oh, crap..."

"Owwww..."

[massivecore13]

B tilts his head aside, staring at After with eyes so wide and unblinking they're scarier than any demon could hope to be.

A flicker of amusement twitches at the corner of his mouth as he declares, loud and proud, "Even summoning systems got digitalized in the 21st century, silly.".

A skilled monster should always keep up with the times.

"Besides..." He adds, almost thoughtfully. "If Bloody Mary did show up, I think she'd fun at parties."

A beat.

"Way better company than most humans-"

Umbral appears out of nowhere — as if summoned by a squawky pentagram, flickering candles, and pure revenge — and scares the shit out of After (oh, cute).

But then, in a tragic twist of fate, loses the battle against the book and collapses on the floor.

B crouches beside the loser, poking at their ribs with vague interest.

“After,” he says cheerfully, “you should aim for the head better next time and smash the cervella. If he were a zombie, he’d be after you to eat you alive right now!”

[xrphansrevival]

After doesn't care about the student two years his younger. If Umbral was going to mess around, he could deal with the consequences, or as Umbral calls it, "the quencies". Even when B decides to prod at him, Umbral plays dead.

"Ignore him," After practically demands, glaring down at the underclassman he practically assaulted. It was self defense. "Digital summoning systems? So, what... like...?"

Admittedly, After doesn't keep up with scary stories fabricated by strangers on the internet. Fairy tales for children are one thing, but stuff like whoever Jay is? He doesn't know. He racks his brain trying to think of some internet scary story he might know.

"Like... Sadako? From the TV?"

He shakes his head, refusing to entertain that line of thought any longer.

"Are you telling me to kill him? I don't like him, but not enough for murder. Or would you like to do the honors and give me a live example? I'd hate to be eaten alive by someone like him."

With that, Umbral stops playing dead. "Uh, actually, I have class. Bye!" Classic Umbral style, he doesn't bother standing up fully, and skitters away like some kind of freakish cat. Goodbye.

[massivecore13]

"The scapula’s medial border is prominent; muscles attaching here must have been tense. This rib curves smoothly near the costal cartilage — intact, undamaged — yet the subtle shadows here suggest..."

Beyond is basically vivisecting Umbral's body by muscle memory. His arms, still open wide in surrender, never flinch as his black nails trace the veins. A cautious, yet gentle touch — far from hostile.

Victims mustn't get scared... they have to believe they can give it away with faking death... Until the real scythe falls to claim their lives.

Murder's first rule.

And B has to admit — Umbral is really good at playing dead, uh-uh. Maybe he should ask him to join his experiments more often? After, on the other hand, seems to be on the same page.

"Sadako-chan was a poor victim of society. She only wanted friends. Bless her disgrace."

Umbral, finally sensing danger — or tired of being toyed with, or both —, scrambles up suddenly, just when B was about to study his jugular more closely... Leaving him crouched on the floor, staring into the void for endless minutes.

"Aaaaaaaafter." Then it comes the whine. Dramatic. All nostrils flaring and eyes rolling. Not mad, not really pretending to be — just bored. Damn Umbral for running away like that! Beyond will remember. "If you want a proper vivisection lesson, stop scaring our volunteers!"

A small consolation is offered by the lollipop snagged from Umbral's pockets. Apple taste. Ugh. He'll live with that.

"Anyway... Do you believe in the Red Room video theory? JayJay told me interesting things about it."

[xrphansrevival]

"I heard a rumor that if you spell ‘murder’ in Morse code by pressing elevator buttons, you summon a demon. I met Jay once—he’s a menace. Watch your step."

After tears his eyes from his book in disbelief. He stares at B like he has two heads. "You can't seriously think I'd believe that, right? Do you want me to bring along Bloody Mary? How about Beetlejuice?" He shuts his book and uses it to point at B. "Hell, let's invite mothman and the Loch Ness Monster while we're at it, huh?"

Someone is unhappy now. "Honestly, B, I'm not scared of--"

"BOO!"

"AH!"

Umbral pops up from behind After's chair. Surprise! Out of shock, After accidentally slams his book into Umbral's head, knocking him to the floor.

"Oh, crap..."

"Owwww..."

[massivecore13]

B tilts his head aside, staring at After with eyes so wide and unblinking they're scarier than any demon could hope to be.

A flicker of amusement twitches at the corner of his mouth as he declares, loud and proud, "Even summoning systems got digitalized in the 21st century, silly.".

A skilled monster should always keep up with the times.

"Besides..." He adds, almost thoughtfully. "If Bloody Mary did show up, I think she'd fun at parties."

A beat.

"Way better company than most humans-"

Umbral appears out of nowhere — as if summoned by a squawky pentagram, flickering candles, and pure revenge — and scares the shit out of After (oh, cute).

But then, in a tragic twist of fate, loses the battle against the book and collapses on the floor.

B crouches beside the loser, poking at their ribs with vague interest.

“After,” he says cheerfully, “you should aim for the head better next time and smash the cervella. If he were a zombie, he’d be after you to eat you alive right now!”

[writing-prompt-s]

A detective tries to parse out the mystery of the serial killer who, after their victims die, buries them 6 feet underground with an engraved headstone to mark their location.

[massivecore13]

"ICH BIN EIN WEIHNACHTSWUNDER!"

( -mun is back to an adult dinner based on tea and gingerbread cookies- )

[thecarefulcatalyst]

Someone had broken in.

She expected her stalkers and pursuers to be more subtle if she was honest,to return things to their original place with care, to mind positioning of things to pick the lock..

Instead they had just broken her door clear off the hinge, looks trashed too...

Question was if their still in there...

Mace readied as she stepped in, she looked around curiously.

[massivecore13]

Beyond blinked, unphased, hands roaming in the pockets for a while. The result of the search was a pair of blue-framed glasses, the right glass showing a visible crack in the corner, probably caused by the earlier fight with the girl.

He put them on regardless and cleared his voice before speaking. "I told you already who I am. The assistant of Nakamura sensei. You haven't paid attention in class when I introduced myself, Shiragiku-san."

Pushing down the glasses along the bridge of his nose, he gave her a judgemental look.

"Glad we're finally on the same page. So, let me guess your next move, are you planning to get closer to Yagami?"

[thecarefulcatalyst]

"I rarely talk to the teachers you know that..."

She felt a little guilty for not recognizing him, but it wasn't like he had wanted to be recognized till now, and simply put it B didn't want to be seen he wouldn't they were in a similar vein in that regard, though he wasn't as rusty as her that was for certain...

"I do, he's a fan of feeling like the model citizen, I'm just the right amount of pathetic he won't think me a threat if I'm sufficiently careful."

[massivecore13]

"Speaking of pathetic, if you don't stand out he wouldn't ever consider you." As far as he knew, C was more capable of blending in than catching people's attention, but given the description of this Yagami Light, he would expect this guy to be the kind of person who gets closer only to people of his same intellect. Or at least someone who picks his interest.

"So, so, show me your incredible skills at being both pathetic and at least decently attractive for someone like Yagami-san."

He sat crossed-leg on the bed, waiting for some kind of demonstration between bemusement and curiosity ─ in truth, he rarely saw C in action.

[gameswillbeplayed]

The guy does, in fact, respond and Matt sighs in relief when the weight disappears from the top of him. His hand shakes ever so slightly when he puts his knife back in his pocket and accepts the help to get up. An unsure grin is the first response Matt has to Backup's questions, but it doesn't take long for it to turn into hysterical laughter.

Really, if he was to think about it, it makes sense that the first person he gets to speak to face to face after weeks of solitude is the man he thought died years ago. Matt breathes in, attempts to calm himself down after his momentary relapse in sanity. Resting his back on the same door frame he just bruised his back on, Matt gives the other a proper once-over.

It wouldn't surprise him if Backup was thriving in these conditions. Behind the other he can see a pile of what he can only hope was a zombie, and not a non-infected person.

"Mello is. In New York." He doesn't elaborate. Matt hopes Mello is surviving - they decided to rendezvous in the House before the phone lines and internet went bust, and if Backup hasn't seen him yet, well. Matt chooses not to think about any other options. Purposefully ignoring the body behind the other, Matt glances around.

"Are there any others?"

[massivecore13]

B doesn't recall ever seeing or hearing Matt's laughing. He left the House when the boys were still kids trailing after the steps of the first wave of prodigies. Therefore he wasn't there to witness the changes in the successor's program after A's death.

It's quite hilarious to see the everlasting indifference painted on the kid who used to follow Mello like a shadow dropping to a hysterical laughing one. Not everyone takes the zombie's invasion as a gift from the sky as he does, apparently; those still attached to life may have a different point of view on the world's end, but, honestly, he can't care less.

He thrives for the world to rot in Hell.

"Last time I heard the news from the other side of the ocean, only the west coast was under attack. Anyway, he'll do fine." It sounds like an attempt at comfort, but it is not. Only the strongest ones will survive ─ this is one of the toughest lessons they learned at Wammy's House ─ and how A's suicide was treated like a humiliating case of someone too weak to bear the weight of a written future.

"Nah, you're the first kid back here after me." B kicks the corpse of the zombie beside him, wary eyes wandering to the main hall and senses ready to capture any slight movement. "I was about to inspect the first floor. Someone might hiding thinking we're infected creatures, eh? Wanna come along for a little adventure like good ol' times, Mail?"

He is already hopping happily to the staircase without even waiting for an answer. Of course, he'll come along.

[gameswillbeplayed]

It's ridiculous how much Backup's words actually make Matt feel better. His breathing eases, his whole body feels lighter. Even the sludge sticking to B's shoes after the kick of the zombie corpse doesn't make Matt feel quite as queasy as it should.

God, he really isn't coping that well. Being comforted by a clinically insane murderer isn't what he expected to happen.

"I guess the adventure beats the company down here," he replies dryly when the other decides to, way more gleefully than anyone should, go for a little tour around the building. It doesn't matter. Mello will do fine.

--

Beyond moves like a snake, and Matt can barely keep up without running. The staircase is in a better condition than the main hallway, but still far from what it looked like when Matt left Winchester. It looks like a fight occurred here, too, according to the pieces of what Matt assumes were chairs and desks before they were thrown down the stairs.

Matt's not sure if he prefers the idea of the kids fighting each other or the zombies.

"How did you end up here," he asks the other while climbing up the stairs, kicking a piece of wood to the side on his way. "I didn't know you were in Britain." Or alive, for that matter, but that's not really something he can ask, yet.

[massivecore13]

The rail is coated by a thick layer of dust and a soggy substance Beyond picks up between thumb and forefinger. He inspects it closely as he keeps walking, ignoring Matt panting and running to trail after him, but vigilant on any sound coming from the apparent empty mansion.

By odor and taste, the substance may be entrails ─ fresh entrails to be exact and the suspicion grows by the presence of scattered fingertips printed in the dust.

Someone else fought the zombies before his arrival, for sure. Could it be one of the kids was still alive, or would they have to fight with other zombies on the first floor?

"Guess ya all wonder how I am still alive, kya-ha!" In fact, Beyond Birthday is dead to the world. He's supposed to be one of the first victims of Kira, but truth be told no one ever saw if the dead body thrown away like garbage in the incinerator was effectively Beyond's. "Oh c'mon, as if you weren't askin' that, I am still the best magician in the world, right? Arsène Lupin, wer?"

Beyond barks in a laugh at the reflection of Matt's expression in the few intact pieces of glass. The touch of tact, if ever there was an ounce from Matt, was a quite treat of civility in a world shaken by supernatural events, he has to admit that ─ the prelude of any inhuman act of the upcoming scenes.

"Okay, so, to sincerely satiate your curiosity… I ended up here flying. Why in Britain? Due to a sudden emergency landing." At this point Matt should ask what caused the emergency landing and Beyond would be so eager to explain the great maneuvers of the pilot, if… If a growl didn't surprise them. Three growls, to be exact.

"Eeeh... You're late for Johnny's funeral, guys."

Grinning at the three zombies waiting for them on the first floor, there's nothing to do but fight.

[massivecore13]

dismembered-dreamgirl​:

What an ugly fellow he was, truly repulsive; scrawny, bug-eyed, and so many ugly scars!

How’d he even look in a mirror and think to go outside like a normal person was baffling to her, truly.

“I heard a rumor your beauty would last forever”

Yes. Forever, on and on she rose, the ugliness of age, of her flesh withering and shriveling, it would never touch her, she would always be Perfect, all it would cost was blood, and pain, over and over.

Her expression was one of irritated resignation, clicking her tongue unimpressed as he lunged for her, trying in vain to fight off whatever violence he had planned for her.

Honestly how many times would she have to be cut down by such unremarkable and gross little people? Last time she had been run over by some CEO with a nice car at least…

She tittered her pleasant little laugh, clear and pretty as if he had told a clever story and wasn’t trying to violently end her short burst of existence.

“aww, are you mad yours couldn’t last the Nursery? Don’t blame you, you really are disgusting looking!” She giggled manically eyes alight with feral glee.

Being a murderer─ nothing to be proud of, but would it be anything to be proud of? Anything worthy of being alive in a world that did not care about human beings? If you lived or died, who would care in the end?

As everyone was fated to be back to ash at the end of their journey, murder could be considered a quicker way to achieve this goal.

So, he was doing this mouthy girl a favor.

"You know, they say even beauty blooms in shit." Chapped wrinkles deepened at the highest angle of a half-smirk, teeth teasing the red skin along the bottom lips. Within the second of a jump, he was on her, a hand wrapped tightly around her neck as the numbers floating over the woman’s head ticked the seconds close to her inevitable death.

"Be kinder to strangers next time, Miss."

The knife sunk deeper into tender flesh, painting all his vision with red.

[ryousa]

[ps1]

Ben Simon Rehn

[perfect-mind-party-blog]

BB x L - by yuumei

updated on 28/09/2011: Author’s tumblr a/c here.