#...? (asks)

[michael-is-dead-inside]

*laurie cocks gun* die u smelly old man

Breaking his silence he says: “Step the fuck up Laurie, I might’ve brought a knife to a gunfight but I’ll still fuck you up!”

[michael-is-dead-inside]

❤️🔥- Vivian~

Nonverbal RP Starters

❤️ Lean in to give my muse a tender kiss🔥 Pull my muse down by the collar/by their clothes - in a sexy way

He found her again. Michael had been anticipating every trial until he would finally see her again, the image of her face filling his mind constantly, not leaving him alone, not letting him rest, not letting him catch a clear thought. 

Then he finally saw her. His heart beating faster as he caught a glimpse of her. He saw her going into the small cabin at the Red Forest. Of course, he followed her, feeling like he didn’t have much of a choice. 

As soon as he stepped inside of the cabin, he felt someone grab his collar. He looked right into Vivian’s eyes, allowing her to pull him down so she could push his mask up just enough for her lean in an give him a gentle kiss. 

He wasn’t sure how to react. No one had touched him like that before. Michael placed his hands on her shoulders, feeling how soft her body was. He felt so much calmer now that she was in his grasp. He didn’t want to let her go again, but he had to, sooner or later.

[michael-is-dead-inside]

🤙 Bump into my muse [Nea~]

Nonverbal RP Starters

🤙 Bump into my muse

At the start of every trial, Michael felt slow, unbelievable slow and weak. He felt like he was constantly walking through waist-deep water, struggling to move. He always felt somewhat relieved when he finally reached Tier 2 of his Evil Within. However, he hadn’t found anyone this trial. Walking around in the Gideon Meat Plant he listened for survivors, which were being very sneaky today.

Just as he thought he had been accidentally put in a trial with no survivors, he bumped into someone when walking around the corner. He was almost as surprised as Nea, looking down at her and even forgetting to stalk her as she pulled him out of his thoughts. 

[michael-is-dead-inside]

“Wow... you’re so tall..”

The masked man tilted his head, a little confused at this reaction. Normally people didn’t comment on his height, they usually just ran away. He was smaller back in the normal world, the Entity gave him a little height boost, maybe to make him even more intimidating. He enjoyed the look of terror on his victims’ faces though. 

[michael-is-dead-inside]

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Memory Meme

↕ - a memory that may or may not have happened 

The memories of the time he spent in various asylums were always a little blurry in his mind. Most that he could identify were about him staring out a window into freedom. 

However, there was also this one memory where he wasn’t sure if it really happened. In one of the hospitals he was staying at, there was a nurse that seemed to like him. She always checked on him when the rest of the staff neglected him. Who really wanted to treat a murderer? She gave him just a little more food than the others and even managed to convince the doctors to give him a pen and paper in order to communicate. He still wouldn’t talk to them, but he used the tools given to him to draw whatever he saw outside of that one window.

He couldn’t recall the nurses face or even her name. Maybe she was just a figment of his imagination. The drugs they gave him really messed up his mind for a while.

[michael-is-dead-inside]

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Memory Meme

✤ - a memory that involves romance/love

It was right after he murdered his sister. As he stood there, looking at her lifeless body he heard the front door open. He barely registered his sister’s boyfriend screaming at him, screaming her name as he stumbled into the room and to the ground, picking up the lifeless body. Michael watched him cry, kissing her bloody lips one last time. At the time he didn’t understand it, didn’t understand why he was mourning her death so much. 

With age came more knowledge. He now understood the concept of romance, of loving someone. He never felt something like that. The closest that would come to it would be how obsessed he was with a few people. He wasn’t sure if he was missing out on something or if it was just a waste of time anyway.

[michael-is-dead-inside]

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