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-Being a hero at such an early age wasn't easy. You fought bad guys at night and still had to take the algebra test in school the next morning.
-Despite the difficulties, you always did your best and were a succesful, beloved hero.
-However, someone's obsession was far greater than your skills.
-Genesis had been your arch-nemesis ever since you took on the role of a hero. Ever since the fateful encounter with you, he gained a second goal: not just taking over the world, but revealing your identity as well.
-One day, luck wasn't on your side and your confidence turned against you.
-He discovered video footage of you taking your mask off and showing your face. With all the connections Genesis had, it was no problem figuring out everything about you.
-The one big thing that shoked him was your age. Finding out that his greatest enemy was just a highschooler left him devastated.
-"You don't understand it, you moron!", he gripped one of his henchmen by the collar. "This proves everything I've been saying about society! This city is a rotten place...authorities are too busy stuffing their pockets with the bribes I give them, meanwhile children get sacrificed to supposedly defend the rest of the citizens"
-This discovery left the villain torn between emotions. On one hand, he pitied you. You were only a kid, trying to do the good thing and risking your life doing so. The system has failed you.
-On the other hand, you had been a thorn in his side for ages. You have foiled each and every plan of his, further driving him mad and fueling his hatred for anyone standing in his way. He couldn't let you get away with this without consequences.
-The villain's revenge required careful planning and wouldn't be an issue now that he knew so mich about you.
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-You lived in a small apartment on the outskirts of the city together with your mother.
-She raised you by herself and worked as a nurse, often being away from home for nearly the entire day. It was practical for keeping your heroic identity a secret from her, but it was sad to see her so exhausted.
-So you were genuinely happy when she told you she met someone. The nice gentleman she spoke about at the dinner table was a patient at the hospital, who somehow managed to end up there nearly every week, always with some strange injury.
-It didn't seem too strange to you at that time. With so many criminals terrorizing the city daily, it wasn't unusual for civilians to get caught up in a fight and suffer injuries.
-You weren't sure if you would be able to keep the promise to your mother and show up to the dinner at home, to which she invited her new friend. Genesis was likely to attack very soon and you would have to stop him just like any time.
-But to your great surprise, it was radiosilence. There were no murder robots, no bank heists, not even a robbery in some alley. The city was...strangely quiet. You were able to stay for dinner and properly meet this new guy, "Konrad".
-Konrad turned out to be great. He was polite and charismatic, always knowing exactly what to say and what would interest you. He made your mom laugh and acted like a true gentleman. But he never excluded you or made you seem like you were just an obsticle on his way to win her heart.
-He engaged in conversation with you, listening intently and asking many questions about your life. And he seemed to magically guess what you were into and how your life was, as if he had met you before.
-The relationship between Konrad and your mother developped quickly. He was staying over more frequently, carving out a spot for himself within your small family.
-He defended you when the school complained about your absences, helped you with projects you barely had the time to finish and never asked where you were going so suddenly, late at night. He'd always just give you this strange knowing look and greet you with a homecooked meal when you returned back in the morning, tending the smaller wounds.
-You were starting to truly trust him, seeing him as part of the family. One time you vented to him about being tired, always stressed about the state of the crime-ridden city and having no time to have a normal life.
-He'd hug you and tell you that everything was alright and would surely get better soon. That evening you spent at his side, watching a movie together.
-You would notice a strange scar on his arm, one that reminded you of your arch-nemesis, who you haven't seen in a while now...
-Konrad would laugh it off, saying something like: "A feral little cat scratched me after I've crossed his territory. Now hush, you'll miss the best part of the movie, kiddo."
-After that, all of the usual criminals you fought, slowly started to dissappear from the radar...
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-Life sure was taking a strange turn. You barely wore your hero costume nowadays, all the criminals somehow vanishing in mysterious ways.
-And you seemed to have less and less time to investigate this mystery. Your mother and Konrad were both pushing you to go out more, be social and enjoy the regular teenage life.
-Konrad was the more pushy one, who encouraged your mother to also work less and focus more on you. You would've never let some stranger dictate your life like that, but he had already managed to assert himself in the role of your step father.
-He managed to gain your trust and made you like him, to the point where you really couldn't dissagree with the claim that he was like a father figure to you.
-And the engagement ring you were now helping him shop for, only sealed that fate.
-The man was looking for the perfect ring for the proposal to your mother, not batting an eye at the prices, despite always claiming to work some unknown job, that paid "enough to pay the rent", when a robbery occured at the jewelry store.
-It was the first time in a month that you were witnessing a crime and the sudden danger made you act on pure instinct. Once the robbers fled, you are up on your feet, ripping yourself away from Konrad's hold, making excuses as to why you have to leave.
-You return home late that day, quietly dragging your feet up the stairs with the expectations to first get scolded by your worried mother and then get a milder scolding by Konrad, followed with a delicious meal he cooked.
-To your surprise, the lights are out in your home and it's empty. Nobody responds when you call and nobody sees the hero costume peeking out from your bag.
-You are ready to call it a day and collapse in your bed, when you freeze upon seeing a figure on your window sill.
-Genesis sits on it, calmly observing the lights of the city and the distant traffic, before turning to you.
-"Ahh, there you are, kiddo...I was getting worried, wondering when you'd come home...It's not nice to run off from your parents, hero."
-You are about to ask him what the hell he was talking about, when the mask slips off his face, revealing a familiar face.
- Genesis (or Konrad??) smirks in delight at the sight of the pure shock on your face. "Aren't you happy to see your dad?"
-You immediately spring into action, but he's faster and actually prepared for your escape attempt. You are instantly trapped with his newest invention, limbs bound and mouth shut so no one would hear a cry for help.
-"Oh no, no, no...You've already slipped away from me once today and I simply won't allow myself to let you leave me again."
-He sits down before you, mockingly pinching your cheek. "You stupid, adorable child. Your poor mother was conveniently called from work and had to leave for an emergency. But imagine if she stayed. What was I supposed to tell her? How could I make her worry, saying her child ran away after we witnessed a robbery? Don't you have a heart?"
-You certainly had no brains. First you become a suicidal hero, then act so recklessly with your identity, allowing a criminal mastermind to find out about it. And now you spent almost a year around said villain, trusting him like no one else while he took control of your life.
-Someone as irresponsible couldn't survive on their own in this cruel world. You needed guidance from an expert, that would never leave you out of his sight.
-"Too bad you won't be awake to hear about the surprise us adults have been keeping a secret. Your mother sounded so excited at the idea of living in a big house, far away from the city, in some remote location. After she says yes to my proposal, she'll say yes to moving as well, no hesitation. Don't you wanna live with Papa, my little hero?"
-"As much as I've genuinely grown fond of your mother over the time of my mission, I am still shook by how clueless someone could be and how easy to influence. She will not save you from the evil step father. Why would she believe you? The troubled teenager that fails school, has no friends and runs away from home, returning hours later, covered in bruises? No. She's going to believe the love of her life, the only one that makes her feel like a human being after years of loneliness. And that man already fed her ideas about how her troublemaker needs guidance and authority and a father's love."
-No amount of struggling helps you escape the needle of a syringe that injects you with a drug. Nothing helps you when he tucks you into bed and kisses you on the forehead.
-"Shh...don't worry, kiddo. I forgive you for destroying everything that was dear to me. My revenge on you will be the kindest gesture you'll receive, I promise. I will put my fight for world domination on pause, for now. Because thanks to you, the only dear thing left in my life is you."
-"I'm promising you, not as Genesis but as Konrad, that I'll kill the hero in you, to save the child. My child."
Yandere!Cult Leader x Yandere!Brother (platonic pairing)
Summary: Sevyn has been brought back into the cult, and is facing punishment for running away.
Words: ~1730
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Sevyn’s wrists burned like a salted wound. The weight of his body was supported only by the chains hanging from the ceiling, and it wore him down, slow, like a frog in a boiling pot. His shoulders ached for release, blood pooling in his lower limbs and driving pins and needles from his elbows to his fingertips. His head hung between his arms, unable to rest it due to the thorned crown adorning him.
For hours, the only sound he was allowed was the echoing drip of his own blood into the drain beneath his feet. The warmth of it wept from his torso, arms, and legs, providing only fleeting moments of solace in the cold of the basement he was confined in. He wore nothing but a pair of boxers, stripped of his dignity and forced to succumb to the will of his Shepard.
The door creaked open at the top of the stairs, allowing a shred of light to waterfall down the steps. It poured like honey, kissing the pool of blood by the drain once it reached the bottom. It glistened in the light as if the stars themselves were contained in the red mixture.
Sevyn strained to pull his head up, but quickly threw it back down as the light was switched on. It was much harsher than the sweet honey that poured down the stairs. No, this was isopropyl alcohol burning a scraped knee. A scolding for riding in the street.
The door was locked behind him, and Viktor began his descent into the basement. With each step, Sevyn felt a new wave of dread in his gut. He felt nauseous by the time he saw the Shepard’s black shoes.
“You’re still awake…” Viktor observed. Sevyn did not respond.
The Shepard brought a hand up to the jaw of his lamb. The younger man did not resist the touch, however, the grimace on his face was difficult to contain.
“Relax, Sevyn. You’re almost done.”
“Almost.. done?”
Viktor clicked his tongue and tilted his head. “Hm?”
“I-“ Sevyn breathed in through his nose. “What else do I have to do, sir..”
The Shepard hummed in approval and ran his thumb across Sevyn’s cheek. “I’ll let you pick this time.”
The younger was released from the unwanted touch, left only to watch as the cabinet at the far end of the room was opened. Inside contained several different tools to earn God’s- or Viktor’s- forgiveness. Sevyn’s least favorite was the barbed wire bat.
The Shepard took his time in choosing the tools for the job. It took at least three minutes for him to return to the younger man, and by then the pit in his stomach had grown into a sinkhole. He tried to keep his breath even, but was unsuccessful. He kept his eyes closed until instructed to open them.
In Viktor’s hands, he was met with his options.
The left held a muzzle. The right held a taser.
“What are the rules?” asked the lamb.
Viktor stayed silent until Sevyn realized what he was waiting for.
“What are the rules, sir….”
First the muzzle was explained.
“If you pick the muzzle, you won’t hurt for seven days. You’ll go outside again. Come to church. See your sibling. Sleep in your bed. But it doesn’t come off for seven days. Not for food, not for water, not for prayer. Seven days.”
The lamb swallows thickly. “And the- the taser, sir?”
“I’ll use it now. You’ll be punished for the next seven minutes, and then you’re finished for the week.”
The younger man had to give it some thought. There would be no immediate physical pain involved with the muzzle. But the humiliation, thirst, and hunger would slowly erode his body until he most likely died before the end of the punishment. It would be a slow and agonizing death. But he knows if there are only seven minutes of torture left in the week, it will be torture until the last millisecond.
“There is no choice,” Sevyn murmured. “There’s— I don’t have-“
“Pick, Sevyn, or I will.”
Sevyn hung his head in defeat. “… The taser, sir.”
“Very well.”
Viktor replaced the muzzle in the cabinet, and returned with a timer in hand. He set it to seven minutes, placed it on the window ledge, and began.
Minute one.
Viktor first pressed the taser into the left pectoralis major. The moment it made contact with the skin, Sevyn was howling in pain. While gripping onto the chains that held him in place, his body began to shake so fervently he was practically vibrating.
After seven seconds, Viktor released. Sevyn’s body relaxed and he whined like a dog left out in the rain.
His next trial was cauterizing.
Each gaping wound littering the body of the lamb was targeted. First it was his arm, a wide, torn, ugly looking thing in his shoulder. It would leave a deep and awful scar, and now, it would be worse.
The blood sizzled underneath the taser. Sevyn thought the pain before was all he could take, but now, he’s met a new face of it. It felt like claws ripping apart each individual nerve. It was digging deep, deep into his body, picking out the muscle fibers, the nerve cells, the bone marrow, and eating it alive until all that was left was the scorched, now bloodless wound that would never quite heal.
Viktor moved on to the next. The single moment of relief was the most blissful Sevyn had felt in days.
Minute two and three mimicked the first. By the fifth cauterized wound, Sevyn was pleading for the muzzle. He was desperate for relief, desperate to distract the Shepard for even one more second before the pain began again.
“Please!” Sevyn wailed. “Please, I- I change my mind, I change my mind, please, please, I wan- I want-“
“I don’t care what you want,” Viktor interrupted. “You made your bed, Sevyn. Lie in it.”
Minute four.
Blood poured from Sevyn’s forehead and scalp. The crown of thorns had been jostled around enough to sink its teeth into his flesh, mixing the tears on his cheeks with blood. It began to seep into his eyes, blinding him with thick, red droplets hanging onto his lashes. Now, not only could he not escape, but he also couldn’t see what was happening next.
And next, was the spine.
Viktor stepped around the younger to be at his back. His sobs and whines were testimony that even the most disobedient dogs could be trained.
The taser was no stranger to Sevyn by now. Its teeth sunk into his flesh like a hungry animal who could never be full. First, it bit into the muscles at his sides. Viktor was showing mercy by doing so.
Next, small spurts of electricity were shot into the lamb’s spine. For a few seconds at a time, Sevyn was subjected to an ongoing assault against his central nervous system. Instead of clawing at specific nerves inside the wounds, this time, the taser had access to paths it was previously not granted. The electricity shot up and down his body in the same moment, coursing through his spine and twisting into every limb. It felt as if it was burrowing between his vertebrae and shoving itself into the spinal cord, biting its way through like a vulture to a carcass. Sevyn saw white flashing in his eyes, soon corroded by black swirls that shoved him into darkness.
“— up, Sevyn. Wake up.”
The younger man lifted his head, blinking blood and tears from his eyes. Viktor hushed him as he cried, hushed him as he flinched at the feeling of something soft touching his eyes.
“It’s alright, shhh. Are you with me?”
Sevyn sputtered out a response even he couldn’t understand. He couldn’t form a coherent piece of conversation even if he tried, so he looked to Viktor for guidance.
“Are you with me, Sevyn?” the Shepard asked again.
The younger man nodded. “I’m s- I’m sorry,” he wept.
“What for?”
Truly, Sevyn didn’t know himself, but he knew the answer Viktor wanted.
“For running away. For dis- for disobeying, for- for questioning my faith. I’m sorry, Father, please forgive me. Please forgive me.”
Viktor’s head tilted as he begged. Sevyn couldn’t tell what gears were turning behind his eyes- he could only hope he had activated the correct ones.
“You have two minutes left, Sevyn. Can you stay awake?”
Sevyn mourned, tears springing from his eyes once more. A pathetic cry escaped his torn throat and he dipped his head, nodding in defeat. He shut his eyes as the blood lapped at his eyelashes once more.
Viktor unpaused the timer, walked behind the lamb, and continued to minute six.
Sevyn felt a sharp, slicing pain come from his right heel. Blood ran down his foot and into the drain like a hose. Before he could process the pain, Viktor was tying his feet together.
“W- what’s ha-“
“Hush.”
Sevyn obeyed. He wouldn’t dare make a mistake now.
At least twenty seconds passed before Viktor had Sevyn’s legs completely bound together. They were then chained to a shackle sticking up from the ground.
Minute seven.
Viktor grasped Sevyn’s right leg to help keep him in place, and then dug the taser inside his flesh. It had not yet been activated, but he could’ve been fooled. He couldn’t stop screaming, couldn’t stop crying. His flesh was ripped apart, the taser gnawing away at the meat until it touched the Achilles heel.
Then, it began.
The worst pain he had ever felt in his life. His entire world flashed before his eyes. The church. The Bible. The woods. The city. Cigarettes at three in the morning, drunk on a curb. His sibling’s face. God. Viktor. It all melted into one big, awful moment inside his leg, the electricity reverberating across his entire body. He could feel it from the bottom of his foot, up to the whorls of his fingerprints. Every molecule occupying his anatomy had been ripped away from its original purpose to experience the wrath of God. The forgiveness of Viktor.
When Sevyn could taste his own blood, the timer beeped, and Viktor stopped. Wordlessly, the Shepard stood, walking round to look his lamb in the eye.
“What do you say?”
“Thank you,” Sevyn whispered. He had nothing left to give.
TWS: infantilization, kidnapping, umm hybrid instincts?? drugging!!! manipulation
Yandere! Arctic wolf hybrid! CEO, but not in the sense where it's romantic. No. He's just worried about you because you're relatively young and working a big office job that's meant for much older adults. You work constantly, and honestly, when he was first watching you, you don't look like you're taking care of yourself, with the dark circles under your eyes and the little food you eat
Cirilo, who watches you and sees how tired you are, decides to give you work to another employee, and if they complain or talk bad about you? he'll fire them immediately.
"It's just in his instincts," he'll use as an excuse while he gives you food after food. You'll have to sit in his office just so he makes sure you eat it. As much as you complain, he'll just coo at you and wave you off.
He drugs the food slowly after time, and once you're all pliant and comfortable in his arms afterhours? oh, he's so happy. you're his pup! and pups have to stay with their fathers. He puts in the room he had made for you, soundproof, a perfect temperature, and he has little stuffed animals?
What do you mean you don't like it? Cirilo doesn't get angry, no, of course, not at you, never at you! No, he's just... disappointed in you. How could you not like it? He did this for you! Of course, he understands. You can go back to your little apartment, go back to how your life was.
Oh, you don't want to? Perfect! Absolutely perfect! You'll be all safe here, his gentle pup, the light of his life. You'll love it here, right? He feeds you, tucks you in, and you can walk around the mansion.
Just. Don't. Leave.
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(this is my first yandere fic!! hope you like it!!)
Word count: 595
Author's note: I love platonic yanderes' and decided to try my own hand at it. We shall see where this leads.
It was a dark evening as the snow storm clawed outside. Members of the tribe herded the sheep inside for the night. One of the many longhouses, where the door was painted with red sharp markings. Inside the longhouse was bathed in a soft glow from the hearth.
The faint smell of the earlier hearty stew and ash lingered in the room as the man who now insisted was your father crossed the room. His large curved horns caught the firelight and his tails twitched behind him as took his seat in the fur draped chair. It was time again for a story before bed and your siblings or the two girls squabbled on the wolf pelts set out in front of the hearth.
“No, I want to sit closer!” Saoirse, the younger one, bleated as she shoved her elder sister.
“You sat there last time, bampot!” Raghnaid, the elder sister, shot back, kicking her hoof.
“You kicked me!”
Their father, Kester watched his girls tumble like starving wolf pups. He leaned forward in his chair, he didn’t raise his voice, he never did. “Enough you two. Is this the way warriors behave?”
The two girls quieted immediately at their father’s stern words. They shoved each other one last time before shifting on the warm pelts. He gave an impeccable nod, a faint twitch at his weathered lips before his eyes rolled over their nubby horns at you. It was like he always knew where you were.
You always stayed a bit back, close enough to hear but far enough to not intrude, sitting on the hard wooden floor instead of the thick pelts. You hugged your knees tighter, hoping to disappear into the shadows but the father’s gaze didn’t move from you. His yellow eyes caught the firelight - and held you there.
“Why is my littlest kid so far from the hearth?” Kester asks, his eyes flicking to his girls. It wasn’t a question but a summon. The girls’ necks instantly snapped towards you, before Raghnaid shot up towards you. It wasn’t hostile but loud, in the way the whole tribe behaved.
“Come sit with us. You’ll catch the chill, and then Ma will make you eat her bitter herbs,” she laughed as her hand clamps around your wrist. It wasn’t threatening, just firm like escape wasn’t possible. You stumbled as you were dragged away from the shadows between them on the warm pelt. Your back stiffened as Saoirse shifted against you, making room for you before pressing against your side like it had always been that way.
You felt her nose tickle the side of your neck. A surprised “Bah!” escaped you. Your cheeks burned and you silently pray they didn’t hear you. “You smell like us now,” she remarks as she buries her face into your wool, a content bleat escaping her.
“Don’t be weird,” you mutter, pushing her face away half-heartedly.
Kester's - who had been watching the whole thing - eyes softened with something close to adoration. A shiver ran down your spine at his intense look, how he seemed to be cataloging every twitch and hitch of breath.
He reaches his hand to pat your head. A soft gasp escaping you as his weathered hand rests atop your head for a moment. “Good,” he mutters, his fingers running through the curls. You glance up at him, your heart tightening at the certainty in his voice. The girls on either side of you, turning to look at you and their yellow eyes matching Kester’s slitted pupils. “You are one of us now.”
The sun shined on your face, signaling the start of the new day and a new week
As any other beautiful day like this one you groaned at the thought of getting up, rolling a bit on the bed refusing to accept it was already time to get ready.
You stretched a bit looking at your phone to try to see the time, realizing that you forgot to charge it yesterday night and it had a mere 5%, wonderful start. The little light telling you that you had new messages
It was most likely Felix, bothering you about having a sleepover in his house, after all he had been telling you that his family had been missing you and it had been ages since you both hanged out there.
They all were very nice and you would love to go there and relax, but it was exam season and you needed the silence to be able to memorize anything.
Just like almost this whole month your back started to hurt as soon as you moved, it’s not that rare for you to get pain from time to time, scoliosis be damned, so you didn’t pay it much attention, maybe it was time for you to change your mattress? Hopefully that will help
You tried to ignore it, but the irritation on your neck and shoulders had no real reason to be, your best guess was allergies but it has been almost a week since it started. It felt a bit like the itchiness that came after a shave and the hair was growing back, the itchiness also went to your back but these days your skin feels too sensitive to really scratch it.
You were about to go get some pain medicine for it but suddenly you felt like everything was shifting, you fell back in your bed. Your ears pop, like something exploded inside you, making a terrible ringing inside your head
The mild pain suddenly increases to an unbearable level, as if putting your weight on your feet made the dam crack.
All your body suddenly feels like it's on fire, you become very conscious of the blood running through your veins and the spasming of your muscles, you feel something sharp poking you back from the inside.
You couldn’t really think about it. The pain blinded all your senses, little white specks danced in your vision as a stabbing sensation hit the muscles on your back, and a faint smell of iron reached your nose.
—-
Alarms bleared around, signaling the state of emergency in the whole city.
Felix could feel the beat of his heart trying to escape his chest while he drove as fast as he could to get to your apartment, evading the emergency services cars and ambulances going around both to tend to the hurt and finish closing the streets.
All communications were explaining the dire situation, but Felix wasn't listening to it, he didn’t need to, he and his family were already aware of what was going on.
His moms were the CEOs of the main emergency organization in the country, Stellar. In a world where superpowers were something that just existed and there were accidents more often than not by people trying to play the superhero, they were the saviors that cleaned, took care of victims and rebuilt after any accidents.
All his family participated, and were expected to get involved and work in the family business, not that they weren’t willing.
When this emergency started they were hosting a charity gala, when a sudden scream disturbed the occasion, when they turned to the origin of the scream they saw a person that looked…wrong
They thought they were sick, but a tearing of flesh soon proved they were wrong, what used to be a man started to grow way too fast, muscles more than tripling, hands becoming misshapen and turning a darker color.
The poor person going through this change was screaming, suddenly turning violent, throwing themselves to the guests that hadn’t run away yet, either frozen in fear or too slow. Body morphing until it was completely unrecognizable from the person he used to be, now a malformed monster.
After the shock the security took it down, safely securing the scene.
At first they thought they were trying to ruin the gala, but soon emergency calls started to flood their channels, and this random occurrence wasn’t just a thing from the event, but it was happening everywhere in the city.
Someone had mass produced and delivered a tainted drink mixed with some unknown mutagen to seemingly random people, and this triggered a forced evolution.
The thing was that it wasn't a smooth transformation, they already were receiving reports and help calls about how the transformation had killed some of the affected people while they were in the middle of it, something growing wrong, or basically crushing the organs of the body of the affected or stabbing it.
And some people that hadn’t died most times were acting out of control, going on rampages or lashing out at the people that were around them or were trying to help. And seeing as most of them gained either claws or unhuman strength it was just a recipe of disaster.
Everyone was looking out for their own, trying to contact the ones that were far away, and make sure they were unaffected.
Felix tried to call you at first, hoping that after some days of silence you would answer quickly, but it sent him immediately to voice mail, meaning your phone was very much dead.
That just sent him spiraling, not being able to know your status, and even when his siblings wanted to help, all of their resources were stretched thin. So it just left him racing the streets to go to your last known location.
Every minute stretched so long it left him imagining the worst. And seeing your apartment complex with ambulances and Stellar emergency services around he almost felt his heart stop.
Thankfully it was someone else’s apartment, and for now it was someone else problem.
He had a bad feeling when he reached your floor, everything was too quiet.
-” Hey, are you there?”- He swallowed as he knocked on your door, a faint smell reached his nose -” It’s me, I wanted to know if you were okay”-
Silence was his only answer.
He decided that keeping up appearances wasn’t as important. He took out the copy of your apartment key that he made, just in cases like this. He opened the door and immediately got hit with the stench of iron and meat.
When he came to himself again he realized he was opening rooms and looking for you, noticing the light dust covering some of the surfaces, as if you were out for some days. Quickly making his way towards your room opening the door to come face to face with a shocking sight.
Sprawled on your bed was your form, curled on yourself, as if trying to make yourself as small as you could, there was a matted fluffy thing covering your neck, it seemed splattered on the bottom with a brown substance, your hand seemed darkened at the tips and he was sure that there were more details that he was missing, but he could take his eyes away from your back.
Bloody, tangled bits of decaying skin strung around two fleshy appendages that had sprouted from the middle of your back, they were covered in what looked like thorns. Dried blood was covering your skin, and everything looked so wrong.
The only reassurance you were still there were your low whimpers, and the faint trembling on your body.
- “Hey, hey, hey, look at me” – Once again his body moved before he was aware. He knew what protocol said, he knew this could represent a big risk to him if you went feral. – “Tell me you are there, please, say something “
His hand reached to your face, bits of fluff covering your cheeks.
And then you opened your eyes, they were too out of focus, trying to lock in the figure in front of you, fresh tears falling from your eyes.
-“ h….hel..p”-
You tried to move, but he could see your expression scrunching up as soon as you tried to, a whine escaping you as you tried to claw towards him.
-“Hu…rt…s”- Every sound seemed to cause you pain but you still babbled, with small whimpers and whines escaping you in an effort to move, to go to him.
He didn’t think twice before reaching for you too, letting you rest your face on his chest. He immediately took out his phone.
He saw your face softly resting on the pillows, now clean and unconscious, your brows were furrowed until he ran his fingers on your hair. You were now covered in bandages and different fluids flowing to you, to make up from all the things you needed these last few days.
You now rested in an adapted medical room in their mansion, his parents made sure that you would receive the upmost care, and after many examinations the doctor told them that you were one of the lucky ones.
Your new characteristics didn’t cause any mayor damage in your body, they even developed in the less damaging way for your health, and adapted well top your body structure, ensuring that after some physical therapy and practice you could live normally once again.
Felix felt a bit of mixed emotions, he had gotten incredibly attached to you, most of his family had after meeting you, and he had wanted to get you to move in the manor and become an official part of his family. But he never expected it to be like this, an occasion that should have been slow and gradual until it seemed like your own idea had to be expedited by a tragedy.
The only good thing is that you will have to be reliant on them for everything until you were fully healed, and who knows how long that would take. And he knew for a fact, you had no one that would take care of you in this condition.
But not to worry, now that you were in your true home he and his family will see that no harm comes to you ever again.
Just a silly story, actually one of the first i ever had written the concept for before creating this account! Very much inspired by the whole batfam fics around.
But as i dont really know about those characters i decided to make my own, to tweak as i like :)
oh tell us more background of the vampire dads like you did with the last ask
Oohhhh i will go in a lil drabble to tell u guys what i have thought as background for them, hope you enjoy! :)
Elias background:
He comes from an old town, erased long ago but that once was very well known for being a monster hunter hub.
While other monster hunter guilds were open for new comers that wanted to pick up the trade, his was a family business. All the children were trained from a young age to take up the mantle.
It was a race against each other to be the best of their generation, but for the children that were more connected to the best of the last generation was especially important to become the best.
Those that were, were seen with the utmost respect, their word became law, but it came to the price of their personhood. They were seen as valuable and respect worthy, but in the way a tool can become revered and respected, less as a human and more as a means to a way, becoming the successor to the strongest on the group seals your fate. Stripping you of your opportunity at a life, and forever more shackling you to the burden of killing the vermin that infected the earth.
But they could be no more than that, banned from pursuing relationships or human connection, making a family was absolutely out of the question. After all, how useful is a gun if something can make it not shoot?
Elias was the best of his generation, a prodigy some said. And years of training made the spark of want for connection be buried deep within him as soon as it showed its ugly head when he saw parents talking to their children or lovers embracing each other.
He dealt with Thomas for most of his career, they both were the torn on each other's side, Elias eliminating all ghouls Thomas created and Thomas standing in the way of complete eradication of his race.
Soon they became a constant in their lives, knowing the other wouldn't disappear, and for Elias it was the only long term connection he has had since taking the title.
Convincing himself that the racing of his heart when seeing Thomas was the bloodlust of a promising hunt activating, and that condescending smile didn’t make his stomach tie itself into knots.
The day of his turning was a day he decided to lose his fight, cowardly, but he outlived most of the people that treated him like more than a shield, slowly losing the satisfaction that protecting used to bring him, now his room in the guild was just a cold lonely weapon stand for him to wait till his next mission.
Elias lost his encounter with Thomas, and expected to die, feeling his fangs stab onto him and draining him.
But then he woke up, head beating and body heavy and uncoordinated. Vaguely seeing Thomas brushing his hair while he laid his head on his lap. Promising a new beginning, and a look into a better future at his side.
Thomas background:
The son of a pure blood vampire couple, is not wrong to say that he lived in absolute luxury, servants and blood on tap, he was pampered to hell and back, but his parents still taught him how to hunt and fight on his own, it would be a bad look if he couldn’t do it after all.
Early on he took a liking to fighting, the emotion of looking for a way to overcome, to overwhelm his enemies. He loved the rush it gave him, losing only made him try harder.
After some years his parents told him and their other fledgings that they would be ending their time, the world had become boring in their eyes, and maybe waking up in some millennia later they would see something more interesting but they weren’t willing to wait on a possibility. They were given the option to go out with them or continue on their own.
Thomas was one of the ones that decided to branch out and maybe start a coven of his own.
He traveled far until he found a land he liked, usurping a property worthy of his presence, and started to plant the seed that would help him start his empire.
When he was particularly bored he liked to cause enough ruckus near villagers to make decent hunters try to take him down
The normal monster hunter would be an inconvenience at first, but slowly they became like ants under his fingers, which made them boring, Thomas only fought with entertaining prey, he took what he needed and no more, not from some sense of fairness or pity, but because overindulging was unbecoming and careless.
So unless he wanted to feed or he was provoked, or he provoked them, he didn’t really go out of his way to kill humans or other vampires
But after some years of him terrorizing near villages he saw him, a young pretty thing, although his eyes weren’t the ignorant gaze of a young human but the experienced ones of a guard dog, trained to watch for danger and act accordingly.
It was exhilarating, this group of hunters was a true challenge for him, if he got distracted they got a good possibility to take him down, it had been so long since he felt vulnerable.
It became a routine for him when he got bored, go terrorize some town to make the hunters come back.
And in the process he saw many of them disappear or die by his hand, but there was one that became a constant, and later on, the only one he let live after a fight with him. The little guard dog turned into a tiger, battle and experience had made him a force to be reckoned for a human, and it only made Thomas more interested in this stubborn creature.
Thomas knew him and could sense the fire dying in him, fights becoming more predictable and easier. And that night fully seeing every opening in Elias’s attacks, when he had him under him he saw the moment Elias just accepted his end.
And Thomas usually would just end him, his coveted prey finally under his claws. But that would be unsatisfactory, Elias had him enchanted, he couldn’t deny that he found him attractive, but also he saw a compatible partner in him, someone that understood the thrill of the chase.
Warnings: (Soft). Parental/platonic yandere. Kidnapping/abduction and mention of forest fires. Misunderstandings/miscommunication from language barriers.
Notes: Word count 3k. the bee hybrid no one asked for!! Written in one sitting as a practice drabble turned out much longer than intended. Reader works as a national forest ranger; bee hybrids are among the more reclusive types and tend to have little interaction with humans except for certain circumstances.
"No good deed goes unpunished."
It was something your grandmother used to mumble beneath her breath any time her outstretched hands got her bit — or worse. It never stopped her from reaching out with kindness, but you never quite forgot the way she sighed those words as if defeated every time. Or the way she curled herself smaller and smaller each time — the way she eventually came to expect the pain of teeth sinking into her outstretched hand.
In a way, perhaps she was right.
You were kind at the right moment to the wrong person.
Perhaps if you had kept your mouth shut instead of volunteering to replace James, whose bad knee had been acting up — if you had just nodded along when Roth assigned you to man the station — you would be tucked safely in bed at home. You would fall asleep to the gentle lull of your wind chimes instead of the unsettling constant buzzing of wings. You would be wrapped in blankets and that one quilt gifted to you by Ranger Anne before she retired instead of smothered in black and golden fuzz.
You would be safe at home, by your definition of the word and not theirs.
Instead, you opted to cover James' assigned section, the western sweep north of Boulder Creek. Now that the wildfire had been officially extinguished, surveys needed to be conducted, damage assessed, and any stray animals that didn't make it out tended to. Over a hundred and forty acres gone — charred and ashen. Now that clearance had been given, it was time to put boots back to the soil and work. You volunteered, assuring Roth that James was more comfortable with the radios than you were and his knee was still recovering. Roth listened.
He shouldn't have.
You had packed your bag, checked the handheld radio, and pocketed a compass before you set off for Boulder Creek. Normal. Routine. Even surrounded by the burnt, charred forest — a hole scorched into your chest as you navigated the ruins — you knew the land. You knew your way around. The sweep shouldn't have given you any issue.
But it did.
Because you noticed. Because you stopped. Because you were kind.
You notice them only by happenstance, a shift in the sunlight through the thin clouds overhead caught on something iredecent and frail — unusual and forlorn framed by the scorched, bare trees that crumbled like weathered tombstones. It pulls your attention and beckons your feet from the path you knew by heart. Only as you near, soot framing your footsteps, do you realize what lay crumpled upon the ashen forest floor. Four arms, covered in fine black hair, curl tightly around a broad chest of golden fuzz and two similarly black legs pulled in close. That black fuzz, so close to fur, covers their hips and sweeps out in banding arcs across the abdomen that protrudes from their lower back. Four gossamer wings shudder ever so faintly on their back. You don't need to see their head, tucked into their arms and pressed into the soil, to know what they are.
A bee hybrid.
One that is certainly over double your height, judging by the length of their limbs — which isn't uncommon for the bee hybrids. They tended to be unnervingly tall, all long limbs and stark blacks against bold golden hues with a droning buzz that could split your head open if too many of them got aggitated in a small space. A colony or two were known to reside in the far recesses of the park, nestled into corners of the woods where humans and other hybrids would not bother them. They were a reclusive people.
As far as you knew, both colonies had been warned when the fire broke out and then urged to leave once it became evident the flames could not be easily contained. The wildfire burned for nearly two months, violent and unquenchable. Had they not left? Had they braved the flames or, like you, had they only just now returned to stand in the wreckage of what remained?
Worry furrows your brow as you knelt beside the hybrid — close but not close enough to touch with your shorter reach, you know better than to startle a bee hybrid. The soft shifting of soot beneath your boots seems to register to the hybrid, evident in the flinch of their claws across their ribs and the weak buzzing flutter of their wings. They do little else aside from their weak attempt at threatening, however, too weak to otherwise move.
"Can I help you?" You ask softly, your hands open and flat on the ash covered soil in front of you: unarmed, harmless.
The hybrid shifts, a twitch of antennae as their gaze, a deep brown nearly lost in black sclera, blurrily tries to narrow on you. The buzzing of their wings falters and picks up, faint but determined — the noise settles like a minor headache at the base of your skull. The black and golden hairs covering their body stand on end, puffing up and making the weakened creature seem even larger. A scowl pulls at their lips, a flash of white fangs visible.
"Are you hurt?" You ask, your attention drifting from their face down to their torso. Ashen soot covers their body, discoloring the bold black and golden hues, but you do not see any burns. Blood should, likewise, be a rather stark contrast against their coloring but their fuzz could also easily hide it, depending on the severity. You're not an expert on hybrids by any means, but the Rangers did give you a few small pointers on the extremely rare chance you ever encountered the territorial bee hybrid residents. "Do you need anything?"
The buzzing falters as your gaze drifts away from their face and slowly settles into something just barely softer — still there, vibrating a faint pressure at the back of your skull. But it's subdued, cautious. The hybrid shifts the upper pair of their arms, unwinding them from their torso and bracing against the ground, yet they do not move to sit up. Faint, barely audible — you think you hear a series of soft clicks and the hybrid pauses, as if waiting for something, before they scowl. When they speak, their voice is a raspy, rough thing — a shuddering, vibrating noise as if dragged over a fraying rope, "Drink."
The single word sinks heavy between you two for a moment before it registers as an actual request. You fumble, reaching instinctively for your pack slung over your shoulder only to pause when your quick movement causes the hybrid to flinch and the buzzing picks up pace once more. "You're thirsty, right?" The hybrid does not answer, but their brow furrows further. It's hard to tell in the black sclera but you feel their gaze drilling a hole into you, unfocused though it may be. "I'm just going to get something out of my pack."
This time, you make sure your movements are slow and easy, patient enough to allow the weary hybrid to follow the motion. The pack slides from you shoulder and you make a point to keep your gaze on it as you pull out the electrolyte drink you'd brought for your sweep. Pure sugar water would be better, you think — if you remember correctly, at least — but something is better than nothing. As you twist the cap off and place the bottle down on the ground, intent to gently nudge the bottle into the open space between you two, you hear the soft clicks once more. There's a lilt to it, curious and confused.
You don't know what it means, if anything, so you simply push the bottle forward and retreat.
The hybrid stares between you and the bottle for a long moment, a single click tumbling from their lips as their brow furrows into something softer. The buzzing dies down as the lower pair of arms unwind and reach for the bottle before they take a long drink. As the last of the electrolytes slips down their throat, the buzzing has stopped entirely, and a sharpness returns to their gaze. They shift, legs drawn in close as their upper pair of arms braces them fully against the ground. Their wings flutter, sweeping up a gentle gust of wind as they rise and stand to full height, his shadow fully swallowing you in its shade. Still clutched in one hand is the bottle, which they hold out to you, mindful claws careful not to puncture the plastic — there's a hint of disgust in the way only the tips of their claws hold it.
"468, Drone," the hybrid says suddenly, tone even and calm, as if stating a fact.
Drone… that's what the bees called the males of their species, isn't it? What did the number mean?
"Thank you. Did you need another one?" You stand slowly, shouldering your pack and taking the bottle from his black claws gently. Your gaze drifts up from his still proffered claw to the golden fuzz of his chest covered in soot before it lifts to his face. Even now he is dwarfs you, his shadow completely encases you in its shade. Yet it is silence that hangs between you, empty of the buzzing from before and instead burdened with his gaze heavy on the crown of your head.
The hybrid is quiet for a long moment, his head tilting this way and that. Behind him, his wings flutter quietly, but it's his arms that have your attention. Both pair hover, inching closer only to pull back — they drift near the top of your head, linger by your hands, one of them stretches to almost encircle your back as if seeking something. Again, he softly clicks at you, the furrow in his brow deepening when you merely stare up at him. His voice is still that rough tone, a faint vibration in the undercurrent of it, "Hurt?"
"Oh, are you?" Your pack slips from your shoulder as you rummage through it once more, "I have a first aid kit with me, if you show me—"
Cold, firm. His claws wrap around your upper arm, stopping you. He clicks and chitters once more, quick and hurried, his brow creased and a frown on his lips. There's something in his gaze you can't quite catch, though it's likely because you're unaccustomed to a bee hybrid's features. There's an edge of frustration to his tone you can read, however — a faint ripple of urgency. His wings flutter behind him, restless, as he tries again in a language you understand, "Lost?"
A flicker of panic nestles in your chest the longer his clawed hand cages your bicep — so easily swallowed in his grasp. You shift your weight, gently testing the strength of his grip, only for his hold to tighten and that flicker of emotion in your chest kindles into something brighter. It's instinctual, the way it vibrates in your lungs and shudders in your throat. A part of you seems to realize, innately, the difference in strength. You bury it, suffocate it beneath logic and reason: you're fine, he's just disorientated, you've followed every rule in the guidebook to make yourself as nonthreatening as possible, plus you should not be anywhere near his Queen. It's fine, you're fine.
"I'm not lost," you explain, eyes downcast to his hand on your arm. The first words tumbling from your lips tremble a little but as they flow, your voice evens out. You're fine. You're fine. "I'm with the Rangers; we were just surveying the damage from the fire. If you're turned around, you're right by Boulder Creek. The lake is 30 degrees northeast of here."
More clicks and chitters. The hybrid places a hand near the back of your head and suddenly bows low to lean in. You feel his breath brush against the top of your head, the faint skim of his antennae brushing over you and your heart leaps up to your throat. His firm grip on your arm is the only thing rooting you in place, effortlessly containing the visceral flinch that ran through you. Warnings blare across your mind — safety precautions, distance to keep, their speed, the deadly force of their strength, the sharp gouging edge of their stinger. Partial questions break upon your lips as you try to duck down, away from him but his grip is firm and unrelenting as his head follows — smelling, scenting, searching.
His claws release you suddenly as he stands back to full height and you do not miss the opportunity to fling yourself away, scrambling until your back slams into the crumbling remnants of a burnt tree. Soot and ash flake off, coating your clothes and dusting your hair, but you pay it no mind as the hybrid stares long and hard at you, motionless save for the faint fluttering twitch of his wings.
You peel your tongue off the roof of your mouth, heart hammering in your chest, "What—"
He points one clawed hand at you, his voice rough and firm, "Stay."
Before you can argue, or even demand an explanation, his wings spread wide and kick up a gust strong enough you have to close your eyes against the soot it stirs up from the soil and trees. The bee hybrid flies off in a whirlwind of ash and soot, leaving you coughing and choking on the air left in his wake. You stumble away, eyes watering and throat rough with each cough that rakes through your lungs. Only when you put enough distance between yourself and the spot where you found him does the air settle enough for you to catch your breath.
What the hell was that about?
You pull out the only remaining water bottle from your pack and take a few sips before unclipping your handheld radio. When you radio back to the station and inform James to report a dehydrated bee hybrid, his voice is tinged with concern. Were you hurt? Was the hybrid hurt? Were they alone? Any sign of the Queen? You field his questions as honest as you can, leaving out the bee's strange behavior and promise to check in once you finish your sweep. Exhaustion settles in, a faint echo in your bones, as you return your radio back to your pack and sling it over your shoulder.
Just finish your survey and get through the day. The hybrid was likely just… disorientated and dehydrated from the fire; many of the water reservoirs were damaged or contaminated and the creeks didn't fare much better. He likely hadn't seen a human before and wasn't sure whether you were friend or foe. He was just… confused.
It's fine. You're fine.
Before you can take a step forward, the sky overhead darkens and a sound fills your ears — buzzing. Loud. You snap your head up to see it wasn't a cloud overhead but a shadow — two shadows. Your heart sinks down to the soles of your feet, instinct flaring to life once more, the primal urge to flee igniting in your blood. Soot and dirt crunch underfoot as you take a single, instinctive step back, still swallowed in their shadow. With a shrill buzz, they dive down — a blur of black and gold that land with a gust of wind in front and behind you.
Two of them.
The bee hybrid before you is slightly slimmer than the drone you’d found, who now lingers nearly pressed against your back, the thrum of his wings passing through his chest and rattling your bones as all four of his hands find purchase on your arms. They both click and chitter at you, the one in front tilting his head to the side and the one behind you bows his head to nuzzle into your hair. Soft buzzing fills the air, needling at the back of your skull.
You're shaking, shivering — heart in your throat. "I'm sorry, I—"
— didn't know? Don't understand?
The words tumble and collapse on your tongue, choking you. Did you make a mistake? Did you offend them? You were trying to help. You gave him something to drink so he could fly home. That's what people did to normal, little bees, right?
The bee hybrid in front of you chitters and steps closer, claws plucking at the front of your shirt as if trying to grab your attention or pluck strands off it. When they speak, their voice is similar to the drone's, rough and deep with a vibration to it that sounds off to your ears. "Calm, calm," he soothes, the buzzing of his wings softening a fraction as his claws brush against your cheeks. "468 guide us. Safe, child."
"Please let me go," your voice cracks as you flinch away from the hybrid's touch, cold and uncanny against your flesh. You struggle, dropping your weight and pulling against the drone's grasp, but he curves himself around you even more, his claws digging into delicate skin as his buzzing picks up in fervor. You feel him nuzzle against the crown of your head, his antennae brushing against you.
You feel the other hybrid's touch again, ghosting over your cheeks and down your throat. "Child, confused." Their claws lightly scrape against your bare flesh, "Fire, hurt. Body, wings — bare, gone."
A pressure builds at the back of your head as the buzzing increases, the drone's grip shifting to completely embrace you is the only warning you have before he curves himself even closer and presses you against his chest. Ash fills the air once more as the wind kicks up, swept up by the beat of the hybrids' wings, and the ground drops away. The hybrid hovering in front of you presses their palm against your mouth, muffling the scream that tore from your throat when the safety of the ground was torn from you. As the buzzing fills your ears, the pounding in your head swells — darkness, fueled by panic and pressure you are not built to withstand, bleeds into your vision before it swallows you whole.
You do not hear the hybrid murmur a soft series of clicks as his hand withdraws from your lips, The Queen missed you, child.
Hii! When you can, write more about baby fever🥹. I'm hooked on this story! Kisses 😘
Hello! I will :D!
I love the omegaverse setting in general, and having the platonic focus gives so many opportunities to play with the concept! Can't wait to explore it more ^^)/♡
Constant hits and vibrations could be heard from the outside of the cave, the beast hitting the ground where once their enemies stood on
Now they were no more than a mushed blob of meat, broken bones and twisted iron, that once was a party of bounty hunters with expensive armor and tools, now their remains were made worse by the constant flurry of hits that resounded with a wet impact every time their limbs went down onto the puddle of corpses, clearly giving a signal that the creature was receiving more damage the more it kept at it.
The sound of grinding remains was accompanied by melodic haunting wails and whimpers.
You saw as the sun rise once again, it has been what? Two days after Jared’s party went to take care of a monster problem?
You used to live in a small mountain town, helping to care for horses in your family’s tavern. Enjoying a normal calm life, but for some reason your uncle started to pick on you, stressing to your aunt how soft you were, how you were lacking some toughening to grow correctly
It went long enough that your Aunt started to agree with him, telling you that you should start to look for more opportunities, spread your wings and try to survive on your own
Luckily for you, your uncle was old friends with Jared, the leader of a bounty hunter party and they were oh so gracious to take you in.
You were basically relinquished, sold more like, to his party by your uncle.
Of course you would need to pull your weight, and as you weren't as experienced as them with weapons, you were given all the housekeeping tasks, clean their clothes, make food, brush and care for the horses, and so on
You didn't really like them as you felt they saw you as beneath them, but they weren’t outright abusive, and the bright side is that you traveled places you would have never thought to see in your lifetime, each new experience made you excited, being able to see places and creatures that you only heard of in story books your parents used to read you before bed
Like now, you guys traveled near the sea, the party went to a tavern to drink and settle down, and they let you go explore the little coast city known as Parsea, you were completely enchanted by the mass of water, never had you seen a beach or the sea before, and went to feel the water on your feet and hands, you did not try to enter as you may have known the basic of how to keep afloat but you were sure that your sad paddling would be no match for the large body of water
You saw and waved to some of the locals near the shore, you enjoyed taking with people, often getting to know some gossip and stories running around, this time was some ghost stories from the fishermen, about how a creature came to town, a sea giant that they could only see the shadow from, swimming under the boats, accompanied by a faint song, a calming tune that they could feel in their bones
Since that sighting there has been more bountiful fishing trips, and even the farmers have remarked this was a better harvest lately.
Some old ladies said it was thanks to a guardian, an old legend that talked about creatures that were here since the start of time making life flourish and protecting the lands they habit, said that once every thousand or more years they came out of their nests deep underwater to the places they were born, to birth their young and bring a new era of prosperity to the nature around it
When you were tired from walking and exploring you went back to the tavern hopping to have some dinner and rest for the day
So imagine your surprise when you found the party getting ready, and got a berating about how you took too long and that they needed everything packed as quickly as possible
They heard that there were sightings in a forest to the north of Parsea, a nest of very destructive creatures that were thought to have been vanished long ago, and if they were allowed to take root once again it will bring doom to the little town as they didn’t have the man power they used to have to deal with such vermins
So they were paying handsomely to any adventurers that would go out there and deal with the matter, of course bringing the dead adults back as proof
It seemed like an easy enough task, the creature mostly destroyed their crops and went for their fishing nets and boats so they weren’t truly dangerous to humans. They just reproduced extremely quickly making them difficult to deal with once they spread
And the promise of easy money did it for the group, so here you were, taking care of the camp that you set up for them
The thing is that they should have been back for the night of the first day, yet they didn’t come. The next morning you had guessed they came into the night when you went to sleep and left early in the morning, but after the second night you could clearly see that nothing was touched so even if you didn't feel them come into the night it is impossible they didn't touch anything before going out again
you thought that maybe they abandoned you but it didn’t make sense that they left you with all the equipment and resources, it would have been easier if they wanted to get rid of you to leave you in the town when you were distracted
You gave them until lunch to come back, but still you were alone when you finished your rations for the afternoon. You would have packed as much of the camp as you could and taken it back to town but Jared, as much of an asshole as he was, wasn’t truly evil, and you weren’t that cold hearted to at least see if you could find some clue to what happened to them to get some help finding them
Arming yourself with what you could find, a dagger and a walking stick, you started your little investigation on their whereabouts
After a bit of walking around, and making sure you didn’t get lost on your quest, was when you heard a strange kind of sound
Walking towards it you could see a big hole in the ground, and the closer you got, the stronger the sound got, now you could feel vibrations under your feet
The sound was strange, like something wet hitting the floor over and over again
You couldn’t see clearly what was inside of the hole so you wanted to get a bit closer for a better advantage position you couldn't see anything near the entrance so when you were almost to the opening you were going to try to peek inside when a wail-like scream scared the shit out of you.
It didn’t sound human
And it sounded like something big, very big
You immediately ran back to where you came looking back to see if anything was following you or trying to get out. So you could not see the crack on the ground that on its own at worst would have made you miss your step, but thanks to the constant hits, it has been compromised, so your weight was just enough to finish opening the crack, immediately plumbing you into the darkness of a cave
You landed from a decent height so when you fell the air left your lungs with a punch, you were sure you broke something, your chest hurt and a blinding pain came from all your body, but strongest on your arms and hands, you are sure you screamed all the way down
When your vision stopped swimming and the dust from your fall settled a bit you could focus on other things apart from your pain, you got a bit of a scare once again feeling something wet on your body, your mind immediately jumped to blood when you looked at your hands
Thankfully it was some kind of strange slimy liquid covering you, looking around you saw that you were in some kind of goopy surface, a mix of what looks like seaweed, furs and other things under a slime looking thing, on top of it were shards of something, some of them even had cut you and stabbed some parts of your body, nothing very serious but painful enough to have you bleed a bit, you couldn't recognize it at first, your brain working on figuring out what it was
Broken rock looking things surrounded you, some bigger, some smaller. But nonetheless everything was destroyed, dried up slime going out from them. It had a strange color, it was mostly green pale almost white, but smudges of red and brown, it wasn’t until you saw inside that one of those things that you connected the dots
Eggs, these were eggs. Thankfully you didn’t destroy them, someone already did it first and left no survivor if the little bones and half formed blobs were a sign of it. Just thinking about it and that liquid covering you made you feel bile creeping up your throat
You were still recovering from that discovery when something else caught your attention
You felt it before you heard it
Vibrations on the ground became stronger bit by bit, you could hear muffled wails of the thing that scared you, and it was getting closer
You tried to jump out, get on your feet and look for a way out, escape any way you can. But as soon as you try you are reminded of the bad fall you had, for some reason your legs don’t have as much strength as to stand up, and you drop back down to the wet surface unceremoniously
You try to think about what you could do while cleaning some of the slime off your face, but nothing comes to mind, you feel frozen, and before you know it your time runs out.
It is here
With an ear-bleeding screech it arrives and its presence is just extremely imposing, fitting for such a large creature
It has more than two eyes, completely black but you could feel the anger coming from it, translucent shinny tentacles appeared near its head, even at this distance you could feel something in the air, electricity? Pressure? Wild magic? Difficult to say but you could feel it reach out
You thought it would try to hurt you in any way, after all its limbs were covered in fresh and dried blood, whether it's from itself or another unfortunate creature was a mystery and not a priority right now
It came closer and you uselessly tried to crawl away from it
You could feel its maw getting closer to you, curiously sniffing you, the bright tentacles closing on you, and the pressure from it was getting stronger
A sudden current of electricity strikes your brain, like something enormous was trying to squeeze inside you, somehow both compressing and opening your mind, a violating sensation that you couldn’t escape
Your throat hurt, it burned, you think you are screaming, from your blurry vision you could see the shiny appendages closing on you, not fully computing that they were touching you
In the middle of this indescribable sensation you could feel a presence, similar to the feeling of someone looking at you, but you were just so overwhelmed by everything, i was difficult to know what was going on, your mind was receiving a lot of stimuli, feeling and sensation that weren’t yours appeared in your mind
A profound sadness and feeling of loss filled you, rage and sorrow fighting the fear that also tried to eat you alive, pain, and hope burning your chest.
Like you didn't lose them all
What did you lose?
Something cradled you to a surface, it was smooth and warm, if a little humid. You could feel it touching you. Where were you?
Memories speed through your eyes, yours, from your first time of conscience to this very day. Other ones, that you couldn’t recognize, creatures and places you have never been in, feelings and sensation you never had
What was inside you?
A final push brought your mind over its limit and everything quickly fell to black, a final feeling being left into you, the one of calm, and happiness
Something was trying to reassure you that everything will be okay
It could feel your mind give out, it was sorry they were still gauging how much they could push you, and the emotion to find hatchling still alive, still breathing, it put all its emotions in a high, difficult to keep it down to not overwhelm this poor youngs mind.
You were bathered, those monsters probably thought they ended you, thankfully they did a poor job at ending you, it feels horrible at how they did not see you still breathing in the nest.
