#abyssstaresback

[fightingwithkindness-blog]

- ̗̀    hello @abyssstaresback, someone has something nice to say about you!     ̖́ -

[thewhitesaint]

@abyssstaresback "Some of my boys have--have--have done terrible things." His voice, slurred and lisping, is soft as the slosh of Toluca Lake against its banks. "Doesn't matter. Ya can't always be absolved--but ya can be purified. Can be made righteous." He is a small man, unprepossessing, dressed in simple white. The mask hiding his face is almost totally featureless.

[somethingihavetodo-blog]

@abyssstaresback

“Mr. Sunderland, are you trying to seduce me?”

[aligxrous-blog]

Emoji Meme for @abyssstaresback @youareallterrible @paternalinstinct @unwxthered BECAUSE IM DUMB AND ACCIDENTALLY DELETED THE ASK. But i managed to set aside the faces before so go me for not being a total dummy. I SHALL ALWAYS DRAW ALL OF ZERO’S MUSES BECAUSE THEY GIVE ME LIFE. --though Milo and Spence are mine.

Also Becky never brought her bf over to meet her friends again.

[aprodigy-blog1]

@abyssstaresback​ || starter.

          Every once in a while  — a very long while, truly — it was relieving to escape the typical lab environment. The stench of chemical mixtures & latex no longer permeated the air, and while the stark white walls of a hospital weren’t exactly a far-cry from her usual workplace, Jacqueline still felt removed from her laboratory residence.

Granted, this certainly wasn’t a vacation by any means, but — she hated taking time off. Boring drivel, filled with periods of uselessness unless data was being collected, or research conducted.

In fact, data was exactly why she was here.

A nurse had kindly escorted her to her subject of choice, a man she’d spent the previous night glancing over the documentation of. Committed for paranoid delusions of monsters and other abominations, completely assured to himself that such creatures were after him — and an entire town.

                                                          A town called Silent Hill.

Door unlocked, Jacqueline stepped inside the mostly-bare room, not quite bothering to regard the figure inside it until she felt her gaze was required. There were many files on hand about his current mental state, but the doctor was always the sort to collect her own data, when applicable — after all, if you wanted something done correctly, then it was foolish to rely completely on the work of others. She wanted to speak to this man herself.

          “ James Sunderland, correct? ” The doctor took a seat on a bed the man did not occupy, a leg crossed delicately over the other. “ My name is Dr. Hadrami — and I’m here to ask you a few questions. ”

[aligxrous-blog]

@abyssstaresback trapped her here (x)

     She’s safe behind the bars; a cage for some but a saving grace for her. Or so she tells herself, over and over and over again. She’s soaked to the bone in her own sweat, clothes sticking to her like a second skin and hair clinging to each other in large lumps, and her skin glimmering in the dull light. Her chest rises and falls like waves during a storm. Fear seeps deeper into her, grabbing hold of her heart with its dark grip. This man, this beast, had once been her companion, her friend, her partner in this new hell but they had separated. And now he had changed. From the moment they met again, she knew she needed to run. He was no longer the caring, protective James. 

     Instantly, she jerks back, ramming her back against the brick wall behind her. Her head crashes against it painfully but she’s too afraid to move. Eyes shut tight as she prays, wishes, and begs for this all to be a terrible nightmare. But his yells penetrate her mind, ricochet within her skull until she’s forced to open her eyes once more. He’s still there, nearly seething at the fact he can’t reach her. Fingertips just barely an inch away slowly begin to retract. 

     Bars shake and tremble at the man’s command but never fall or break, even corroded by rust. They hold strong, attempting to keep her safe but for how long? There’s no telling. 

               “W--who?” Her voice quakes and trembles like a bare body in frigid weather. She can’t steady it, despite her best attempts. James had not said “he” but “it”. IT wanted to touch. It was controlling him. It wanted to do unfathomable things to her. And it may just have its way. One of the bars creaks, slightly giving way to the rust, crying out as it goes against its duty in containing.

               “N-n-no!” She goes to reach out, wanting to pull it back into place but quickly recoils because It’s he’s there. Shifting to the farthest corner, she begins searching for a vent or window or something to use as a means of escape. 

[liilacshrieks]

@abyssstaresback liked for a starter lutece ; silent hill verse

“A place that is not a place, a time where time stands STILL. You’ve been there- you’ve seen it. Tell me about it.”