Tess R.

((Independent blog for Tess R. (From JTHM). )) Tracking Tag: SickenedTess Face Claim: Winona Ryder ((This blog is also a sideblog for TwistedRoleplays)) Blog may contain NSFW and is a Multiship blog -------------------------------------- Please read About Tess page.

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Surprise! || immortalizingthemoment

[immortalizingthemoment]

Johnny was quiet as she spoke and just as silent the rest of the walk, only the metallic click-click of his boots on the concrete implying he was still following her. They had passed his house and he’d given it a short glance, but he still said nothing and his expression was unreadable.

When they arrived, he became a little more attentive and glanced around, walking inside cautiously. He watched as she closed and locked the door behind him, and inwardly he felt a little apprehension but didn’t argue, merely drew his trench coat a bit tighter around himself and inspected her living room.

"It doesn’t look..as bad as I would have expected," he commented flatly, then went quiet again as he heard the commotion above. He blinked, and one brow was quirked as he glanced up and listened. He appeared to be rather uncomfortable suddenly and looked back at Tess. "…Sounds…pleasant," he said as he ran a hand through his hair.

It was anything but pleasant to listen to, of course, and he had to admit he couldn’t blame Tess for going insane. Forget any curse or ‘responsibility,’ just that racket would be surely be enough to drive even the most sane person out of their mind.

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Tess wasn't sure if what he had said about her place should be taken as an insult or compliment and opted for just ignoring the comment for the moment. At him noticing the commotion upstairs, glad he could actually showed it wasn't all in her head. "Far from it." She said dryly and moved forward watching him run a hand through his hair and shook her head from any thoughts that tried to form in her head.

Something seemed off as Sickness suddenly grew really quiet and the commotion stopped. Tess blinked before looking up at the ceiling, she was use to Sickness making her commotion it was eerie when it suddenly stopped. Something was off and she narrowed her eyes at the ceiling. "That however is disturbing me greatly." She said slowly her head slowly tilting to the side as if gauging what Sickness was doing up there.

Tess then realized her walls were rather quiet and a giggle started to softly echo down the hallways from her room upstairs. A ear piercing screeching of metal on metal echoed out causing Tess to flinch and her left eye to twitch in annoyance. "Always up to something." She mumbled to herself as the screeching continued. "You shouldn't have brought that piece of shit Johnny boy hereeee~" Sickness sung out eerily. Tess slowly trailed just her eyes to Johnny's form and clicked her tongue on the back of her teeth.

"Ignore it." She stated with a roll of her eyes, "Just trying to get under your skin... Probably to let her out." She shrugged and her body tensed up as the screeching of metal on metal grew louder and louder. 'Going to take your legs off if you don't stop it Sickness.' Tess thought bitterly before turning to the other side of the room, "I have a few things to check on... you're welcome to follow." She said, she had sound proofing foam on the walls down stairs that were near the door she went down to get there so screams didn't echo upstairs and that also meant that the screeching would disappear-- something Tess was going to be happy about.

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Roaming Loneliness||xmortuus

It wasn't surprising when the Zombie Apocalypse had hit-- at least the world didn't disappear out from under her and reset like it had before. It was night out and as dangerous as that was with bonies running about Tess didn't seem bothered at all, the sun would rise soon. She was sitting on a rather high roof top with a leg curled up to her chest as she hugged it there, fear wasn't something she felt often-- it still lingered but she had been quite desensitized over the years to things.

Hazel eyes looked down at the road quite down from her seeing things wandering in the darkness, yet to notice her living form above them. No they all seemed to be looking around them but not up and that caused a small relaxed smile to form on her lips. Zombies and Bonies were far better company than humans-- they were... unpredictable and selfish.

No, Tess had been staying far away 'civilization' for quite a while now and constantly moving or finding places to stay and hide. One good thing stopped when the apocalypse hit, Sickness had seemed to leave her mind completely-- or nearly she did seem to find and taunt her when it felt the need. It wasn't surprised that the doll did still roam around after all she wasn't a 'living' creature. Rolling her eyes at the thought of Sickness she moved to stand up, her black trench coat concealing her body once more and weapons underneath it. Old habits did die hard after all.

Turning around on the ledge she blinked and tensed up hearing the loud screeching of the roof door opening. Her hands reaching in her trench coat behind her and pulling out two black bladed sickles, the blades opening much like a switch blade. Human, Bonie or Zombie it didn't matter to her she would kill them if they were threatening at all. And considering she was standing on the edge of a roof top it wasn't a smart choice on her part.

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The Hills Run Red||Drabble

Tess had her legs curled up under her on her couch as she smiled, sitting in the dark as she watched a horror movie. Tonight's horror was 'The Hills Run Red' and it had caught her attention from the beginning which was a good sign. Nibbling on some munchies she kept her eyes glued to the screen as she sat in the dark watching the movie with a smile etched into her features.

Tess knew she was quite odd being one that enjoyed Disney movies and Horror on the same level. Polar opposites but she couldn't deny the fact that she was a horror movie fanatic since before her current situation. "Mmm... That is a movie that is worth keeping and watching again." She said as she slid off the couch and stretched her arms high above her head and pushed up on her toes. A few pops coming from her and a satisfied groan before she relaxed back down again. "Ah! That's where I've seen his face! He's the boyfriend in Amusement that was in the convoy bit!" She said. It had been bothering her the whole movie of who the main guy was and where she had seen his face before.

Putting away the movie she wandered over to the light and flipped it on with a small sigh. She couldn't deny that she was lonely and the experience of watching horror movies was better with another person around. It wasn't like she could invite anyone over with a torture chamber and demon under her home-- nor watch a movie with a victim and then kill them... that was just horrible in away. Rolling her eyes, "Who would visit me anyways?" She questioned with a snort before going to relax on the couch once more.

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{ ᴍ ᴏ ɴ s ᴛ ᴇ ʀ s } aren’t born, they are made.

                                                  You abuse somebody who’s ᵂᴱᴬᴷ                              p u s h i n g them over and over again until they s̶̨n̢̢á̴p͟          bending their morals, shattering them like glass, leaving them to rot in their own                                                                      D̲̲ ̲̲E̲̲ ̲̲S̲̲ ̲̲P̲̲ ̲̲A̲̲ ̲̲I̲̲ ̲̲R̲̲ ̲                                                 —then you give them ( ＰＯＷＥＲ).                                                So they can wreak R E V E N G E                                          and obliterate anything standing in their way.                                                  Aren’t monsters to be { pitied }, then ?

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I gave up on happiness a long time ago,

                          it’s not because I don’t want to be happy,                                                       

                                                      It’s that I don’t think I d e s e r v e to be.

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 ↁoes it ᴅᴇᴩʀᴇꜱꜱ you?      ————To know how { аlоиэ }                                    you really are?

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I stared at this much longer than I should have.

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Artist's Block

Devi walked down the sidewalk, bored out of her skull. She’d been stuck on her painting for almost a week now—well, not stuck, exactly, but she’d painted too many dolls already to justify using up another canvas on one—and the lack of creative activity had set her on edge even in her boredom. She was desperately searching for something to distract her until her muse came back.

At that point, she saw someone she recognized. A young woman roughly her age, someone she’d met at the bookstore when she used to work there. She’d been pleasant, if memory served, and maybe she could provide the distraction Devi needed tonight.

"Hey," she called out as she approached. "Tess, right? It’s Devi. We met at the bookstore awhile ago."

She stopped a respectful distance away from her, and something in the back of her head told her something was off about Tess. Devi ignored it, though, because she was starved for human interaction.

"Do you want to get coffee somewhere?" she asked. "Wait. Is that weird? I can’t tell anymore. It’s been so long since I’ve talked to anyone."

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Tess had use to surround herself in unnecessary people growing up-- normally not making it more than three full days alone before she would call upon those people once more. It was quite the change in her over the many months when she started shutting people out and secluding herself from those around her. Even though it was her choice she did miss having people to talk to or hang around but it would be best to leave her be and keep from hurting them. She could only put up with so much shit before she snapped now, no longer did she just 'go with the flow'.

Tess was lost in thought as she walked down the sidewalk of the crummy city she lived in. Her hands were deep inside her long black trench coat pockets that concealed a good portion of her body while it was closed. Having her glasses on they reflected the small amount of light outside concealing her hazel eyes as she looked up. She had heard her name and at first she wasn't sure it wasn't the voices inside her head messing with her mind but seeing someone familiar looking heading towards her she stopped where she was on the side walk.

Tess was silent as the woman talked to her, hazel eyes looking the woman over. 'Devi?' she repeated in her mind as it sparked some thought process. Right she had met her at the Bookstore she use to frequent for awhile before she had disappeared back before the world had disappeared. Shaking her head from that thought process she smiled and gave a small laugh at the woman. "Perhaps it is weird, but in all fairness I'm in the same boat." She said calmly.

"Coffee sounds fine." She said with a nod of her head even though Sickness seemed to be a rather loud voice inside her mind at the moment. Spewing venomous words at Devi's presence around Tess but she opted to ignore the voice. "It's not like I'm doing anything important." She joked a bit with a laugh, "And good coffee places in this area?" She questioned with a small shrug of her shoulders.

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"Behind bleeding walls."

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The maniac gave an agitated sigh. Surely that wasn’t what he meant, but words seemed to be nothing but obstacles in this situation. “That’s a given, isn’t it?” he retorted, biting back the more acidic essences of his words. “I can only hope you take the rest of our little episode as seriously as you did that.” Tension passed through his thin frame like  lighting striking earth. He felt frigid, set on edge for a reason he couldn’t exactly justify. The jutting waves of his thoughts came to calm at the admission of her compliance.

Information seemed so hard to find in the past. He was often left in the dark by the ominous presence of the Doughboys. Even Nail-bunny seemed to keep his own secrets. It was justified that her willfulness came as a change of pace, a drastic change in the weather of routine. Brushing off whatever form of surprise that hung over his shoulders, he opted to reap the benefits of such a rarity. Tightening the ever-present grip of his balled fists, he seemed to coil in his stature. The inability to completely trust was in his nature, blended completely into the core of his being.

"Well, pardon my vagueness. It’s not everyday I get the misfortune of dealing with visitors. Most of the time, you people don’t just waltz in on your own accord.” Turning a small jeer toward the corpses resting in the corner, the outside world seemed almost like a haven. He supposed patience would become a bit of necessity here, just so long as he had the mind to keep it alive. Though weary for a reason he still couldn’t exactly pinpoint, he chose to accept her offer.

"If it gets you talking, sure. Why not? I don’t see the point in keeping the company of corpses." His words left him in a rather forced tone, without the gratification of eye contact or exaggeration. Johnny’s mind was elsewhere, trying its best to calculate an appropriate plan of action; only to come up lost in the buoyancy of his skepticism. "The roof’s just past the third hallway or something like that.”

Moving passed her, he had half a mind to take that rather handsome looking cleaver hanging on the wall adjacent. “How you made it this far, I’ll never know.” Retreating into the shadows of the hallway for where he entered, he only hoped she would follow his lead.

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Tess stayed silent as he spoke and when he walked out to the hallway she nodded her head and moved to follow a few steps behind him considering the width of the hallways. "Of course not normal people wouldn't waltz into a nightmare filled home." She said with a small shrug of her shoulders. Continuing to follow him into the shadows of his home she kept her eyes on his thin form the best she could and listened to his foot steps to indicate where he was. She may have seemed composed but she was on edge, her guard up being around him-- let alone in his domain. The tables could turn easily if he so desired.

"In reference to your home... the layout I've seen has been etched into my mind for some time. Along with the hidden tunnels within your home." She said calmly her eyes trailing from him for a quick moment before they snapped back over to his form. Tonight had been a rather long night for Tess and it didn't seem to be letting up so much but she wasn't one to complain.

Softly she tapped her fingers silently upon her upper arm of her still crossed arms as a melody played out inside her head. Her thoughts began to wander a bit as she continued to follow him; she knew him not to be a hallucination but his presence did raise a lot of questions in her mind. Perhaps there was a sliver of a chance that they could satisfy some of each other's curiosity. Either way she'll feel a bit better once she was outside of this hell hole once more-- she didn't like visiting the place where her nightmares spurred from.

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"Why so sad?" Tess asked as she noticed the upset man in front of her. "Life squeezing Lemon juice in your eyes?" She questioned, of course she had only ran into him once before and it was odd to ask if someone was alright that she didn't know but she felt the need to. The demon was fed and there was no need for another victim tonight... Now here she was worrying about a stranger.

Edward cried quietly, he sat in an alleyway alone. When he heard her voice he looked up at her. “Go away…” He said his face in his hands before crying even more. He sat on the ground next to a dumpster, his back up against it as he tried to curl up and away.

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Edward heard her finish the song and he ended right along with her. God how he missed singing. Edward smiled to himself. “Thank you… I needed that.”

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Tess was still silent but smiled and nodded her head acknowledging his thank you. “I’m just glad I can still help someone.” She said with a small smile of her own. “My name is Tess by the way.” She introduced figuring it was time to do so.

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Edward nodded in regards to her name. “It’s a pretty name. I’m Edward. Edward Nigma.”

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"Thank you..." She said with a small smile and a light blush on her cheeks. "Nice to meet you Edward." She said as she shifted a bit to get more comfortable in their current place.

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He was starting to freak out, his mind swirling in thoughts, trying to remember the night before. His body felt sore but he continued trying to get up, that was, until he heard the screeching from the door. He stopped, staying still and silent as he heard the foot steps coming closer and once he saw her face, he furrowed his eye brows, confusion written on his face. She didnt seem familiar at all. She was the one to bring him here? He had so many questions running through his mind.

His eyes looked her up and down slowly, trying to find some sign of remembrance maybe? A sign of anything to be honest. He didnt see any keys in her hands so it didnt look like she was trying to free him, especially with the way she was humming and just standing there. It felt like he was in some kind of horror movie.

"Did you put me here?" He asked, trying not to sound frightened, though it showed on his face. Obviously things like this didnt happen to him a lot, getting kidnapped and waking up somewhere random and tied up. His voice was shaking and he kept his eyes on her, afraid that if he looked away, she’d either be gone or something worse. 

His perverted mind started to push through his thoughts. Maybe his friends set him up? Being tied up..and a girl now in the room? Maybe this wasnt so bad? The dried up blood was creepy but maybe they were trying to scare him? This of course, were the thoughts of trying to ease his own mind. A smirk came across his face “Did my friends put you up to this?”

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Slowly just her eyes shifted to him as she came to a stop in front of him when she heard him speak. Before she couldn't answer she saw the gears turning in his head and the smirk before his question that followed. Raising an eyebrow she turned her head completely towards him and cocked it to the side, "Quite hopeful aren't we?" She questioned in a calm emotionless tone.

"It won't help in the long run to remain hopeful." She said bluntly, "If it puts you at ease at all.... No your friends didn't 'set this up' and I did bring you here.... For a purpose." She said and her hazel eyes turned away from him, training themselves on the door she had come in through. The walls seemed to groan and creak-- if one paid attention perhaps they would feel the uneasiness and danger lurking in the home. "I've wasted too much time." She said only a spark of fear in her own tone, eyes widening a bit before she collected herself once more.

Turning her body fully to her victim she took the few steps towards him her eyes glued to his face. "I'm sorry I don't have much time to drag my feet here." She gave in small warning as she reached beneath her trench coat and pulled out a black serrated hunting knife out. She did feel slightly sorry about his predicament as he had done nothing wrong to her-- it seemed like he pulled the short stick out of the bunch. "It needs to feed... or it'll be freed." She muttered under her breath to herself. A slightly unstable look in her eyes as she put the knife up to his neck, "Is there anything else you'd like to say?" She questioned. Of course she wasn't rude in the fact that she was giving a chance to say his last words, "before we begin."