Jun 11, 2025
MAN’S BEST FRIEND. A WHOLE ALBUM. OUT 8/29. SABRINA STANS ALWAYS WIN
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MAN’S BEST FRIEND. A WHOLE ALBUM. OUT 8/29. SABRINA STANS ALWAYS WIN
🌼lurky??? lurky have fears???
Everyone does,,,,,so duh
• Describe one of your OC's worst nightmares.
Describe?? Oh I will describe even better
I WILL WRITE !!!!!! I HAD SURGE OF MOTIVATION!!! I COULD HAVE NOT JUST DESCRIBED IT WITH SIMPLE WORDS!!! I NEEDED ACTION!!!!! not drawing shit this time tho
Tw: Blood,,,gore ? I mean head went cut off that counts at the end tho
She's back again.
The ground below her is cold, it's winter. Days become shorter and night soon dawns.
In her horrible, putrid shared body she scratches at her skin, feeling the outside layer moving along with her dark substance that's keeping them both alive. Her hands eventually reach her neck and she shivers slightly as she remembers that she needs to breathe.
A voice calls out to her, a name that isn't hers. Yet a name that she found so right when it came to her voice.
Once the girl comes close, she smiles and laughs at her. Telling her that she wore way too light clothing for this kind of weather.
She almost felt offended, as the clothes she wore were her own personal choice after the girl in front of her begged her to wear something new. But noted that the people from this area seemed to wear heavier clothing when it snowed heavily.
Smoke came out of the girl's mouth when she breathed out. And when she tried to do the same, only a faint sound came out.
Another flaw of her body. She sighed, she should probably avoid this winter season. But the girl in front of her laughed once again, and teased her for it.
This was their routine. And Lurker liked it.
So how did it end up like this?
Her body trembles like a machine.
A useless bloodied head is on the ground, staining the grass and what's left of the snow with it's blood.
The girl has always known what she was, why was she still trying to hide after all this time?
The girl.
The girl that she saw each day grabbed her horrible, horrible hands that were threatening to turn into daggers.
"Please." she begged in a broken, low voice.
"I'm sick of this, I know you can!"
She kept staring at her hands. Two lifeless purple eyes that once showed no emotion were now wide open, and Lurker thinks it's fear.
"I've done enough research, I know who made you like this, I know how you were made like this!" She moved Lurker's hands right to her chest. The trembling visibly moving to her arms once her palms were pressed onto her body.
Her hands were melting, they were getting attached to the girl's clothes.
"Wouldn't it be better if I just never aged? This way we'll always be together. We- we won't have to always find each other again!"
Her name no longer felt right. it stung. It stung, it stung and she didn't know how she felt that.
she's not supposed to feel.
"Didn't you wish we could be friends forever?"
She finally looked up, and regretted it soon after, recoiling almost instantly the moment she saw the girls face.
"I'm sick of my life, Lurker.. I'm sick of having to be reborn everytime"
"No..no. That's not how it works- its-"
"You won't disappoint me, right?"
The girl's hand pressed Lurker's own into her chest more. it was merging. Lines of darkness that resembled a bundle of veins slowly started making its way all around the girl.
"You wouldn't dare to make your only friend sad, would you Lurker?"
It continued further.
it was reaching her neck.
it was engulfing her.
"Let me become one of you."
Her free arm turned liquid for a split second to quickly morph into a blade and in one swift motion she cut her head off.
As the body fell, she made way to the girl's decapitated head and stabbed it, again. again. and again.
She kept on stabbing it until she could only see the dark blood on her whole face.
Until she couldn't see her eyes.
Until she could no longer recognize the skin of the bloody piece of flesh that sat on the ground in front of her feet.
Her arm slowly morphed back into normal, the remaining blood getting wiped off instantly.
The ground was warm. Winter ended. Days were no longer gonna be shorter and the sun would've been the first one to see her work of art.
And she was sure she felt fear, because she knew she'd see the girl again in a few years.
Freaks of nature always seem to levitate to one another like magnets, after all.
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