#arc two.

[klaeus-a]

appearing more as though he was standing before a guillotine rather than an innocuous amusement park, he lurked near the ticket counter with crossed arms and a crease between his brows. the workers nearby were occasionally shooting him uneasy glances, but he paid them little mind. instead, he turned to @theceruleanskye, very clearly not in his element. ❛ is this truly necessary? ❜ he inquired, not exactly appearing eager but not completely unwilling, either. he would do everything in his power to give his daughter what she wanted, but he just knew he was bound to look a fool frolicking around in a bloody amusement park.

[sunnyvaler-old]

open.

“whatcha readin’?” he walks into the room with the typical bounce to his step, always keeping energy high around camp. he doesn’t have much choice on that, has to be the best version of himself that he possibly can be. he peers over their shoulder, a moment too long taken to realize what he’s looking at. he leaves camp paperwork everywhere, it’s not a surprise that someone’s reading it. but he can see ‘conrad horton’ written out on the page in what feels like obnoxiously large letters, as if they’d made his name a million times bigger than the rest of the paperwork just to fuck with him. of course, to the average viewer it looks no bigger than anything else. with a quick panicked noise he yanks the paper out of their hand, as if it’s confidential, as if they’re not allowed to see it. but he can already see in their eyes that the damage has been done, his real name revealed.

[hisseptember-arch]

@tantalost​    :    “There was so much blood. I’ve never seen so much.”

  ‘  I have. ’    they offer no further explanation as they wipe some blood from their face ( the effectiveness of which is questionable considering there had already been blood on their hands ). they'll never forget all the blood they've seen, their own and otherwise. they'll never forget when empathy saved their life, how he'd been drenched in blood as he carried them through the enemies base and they couldn't work out why. it wasn't until he got them outside that they became aware — the entire gang, dead. piles of bodies outside, so many people that they assumed empathy brought the gang with him. he didn't. it was all him. that was the day they realized that everyone was capable of the worst, that people could do terrible things with ease. they'd always known their boyfriend was dangerous, but that will always be the moment they realized just how dangerous he was. nothing would ever top how much blood they saw that day, even if they had been a little out of it with a head wound. they'd always remember that. they look over to mabel with little emotion visible on their face, taking in how the girl looks, what emotions she’s dealing with.  ‘   y'get used to it. ’    they hope she won't have to.  ‘   are... ’    oh, they hate this. they're far too awkward for this.  ‘   y'alright ? ’

[hisseptember-a]

@00110000exe    :    ❛ here, i - i - i made you a snack. ❜ [ it’s p&j sandwich <3 ]

THEY’RE HESITANT. despite it all, despite the fact that their father is gone, they still feel his lingering presence. they can hear him in their head, chastising every decision they make - especially when it comes to food. they spend a little too long staring at the sandwich, mind working overtime to figure out what to do. they haven’t eaten in a while, it might’ve even been more than a day, and they can feel a gentle pang of hunger in their stomach. slowly, nervously, they reach out for the sandwich, gentle tremble to their hand. it would be a long time before they overcame their father’s torment, a long time before they move past the horrors he’d inflicted on them. they stare at the food in their hand, silent as they inspect it, looking at it like it could hurt them.   “   ’s there sugar in this?   ”   they know they shouldn’t care, that they should be able to eat whatever they want without practically having a panic attack, but it’s not that simple. it never will be.   “   no, i’s fine. i can do it.   ”   they’re afraid, but they know that eventually they need to eat. and one sandwich won’t do anything that drastic. but still their father’s voice is in their head, pushing them towards the unhealthy option, making them afraid.   “   i can eat. i—i can eat whatever i want.   ”

[promqueened]

@trshmouth    :    ❛ actually, i think i better get going… it’s late and… ❜ 

he'd  stumbled  upon  her  between  victims,  the  blonde  a  mess  of  blood  and  dirt.  she  must  look  terrible,  certainly  not  what  one  would  peg  as  prom  queen  material.  but  that  crown  would  be  hers,  she'd  be  sure  of  it.  head  shakes  gently,  wide  eyes  fear  filled.  if  he  leaves  he'll  call  the  cops,  he'll  say  what  he  saw,  he'll  ruin  the  plan.  sara  can't  let  him  stand  between  her  and  the  crown.  but,  despite  everything,  she  doesn't  want  to  kill  him.  he  could  be  an  asset.    ❝   please—   ❞    choked  out  amongst  crocodile  tears,  her  fear  is  real  but  it's  not  what  she  makes  it  out  to  be.  her  fear  is  rooted  in  just  one  thing:  whether  or  not  she  gets  the  crown.

she  takes  a  small  step  forward,  hands  held  in  front  of  her  to  show  they're  empty.  all  those  years  of  drama  classes  better  start  paying  off.    ❝   julie—   ❞    voice  is  hushed  slightly,  as  if  afraid  of  julie  hearing.    ❝   julie  jenkins,  she—  she  tried  to  kill  me.   ❞    and  she  thinks  the  evidence  looks  clear:  covered  in  dirt  and  blood,  hair  messy,  crying  and  full  of  fear.  but  its  a  lot  of  blood  covering  the  hands  and  dress  of  a  girl  with  no  visible  injuries.    ❝   she  killed  the  other  girls!  please!  she's  totally  obsessed  with  prom  queen,  you  have  to  help  me!    ❞

[cosmette]

@invenina / ♡ / MOON SONG !

               ❛ there’s things i wish i knew ... ❜ pav could only suppose the latter is a desire of which most harbor. it is an insatiable hunger for knowledge. despite the years worth of erudition this being has acquired, it seems this state is commonplace. such expressed yearning can be downplayed by the latter thought, but this voiced need ? it is the need of a woman who has LOST ALL. all she knows ( or , knew ? ) now seems but a distant memory, & these days, she can’t quite keep her head on straight. pavka is aware of this shift sometimes, & overlooks it others. ... ———  right now, she finds solace in  OBLIVION. ❛ there’s ... no thing i keep from you.  ❜

[klaeus-a]

ㅤㅤ❛ your code of morals? ❜ the skepticism is clear in his tone, mocking hint to the curve of his smile. ❛ and what would that be, love? far be it for me to judge, but your morality seems to be on shaky ground as of late, @little-elena. ❜ not that he's personally complaining of course ⸻ rather, he quite enjoys it. picking at the frayed edges of the moral superiority she clings to, and forcing her to face her own hypocrisies. thread by thread, he pulls and pulls with the goal of seeing her come completely undone.

[sunnyvaler-old]

HE’S   LOVING   EVERY   SECOND   OF   THIS   THING   THEY’VE   GOT   GOING.   sure,   it   sucks   to   keep   things   secret,   but   there’s   a   thrill   in   it   too.   and   it’s   not   like   things   are   a   secret   because   he’s   ashamed   of   her,   if   anything   the   secrecy   is   to   protect   her.   she   may   not   think   as   much,   but   it   is.   he   can’t   imagine   how   horrible   his   mother   would   be   if   she   found   out   he   was   getting   with   a   shadysider,   can’t   imagine   anyone   from   her   side   would   be   too   happy   about   her   hooking   up   with   a   sunnyvaler   either.   it   would   cause   drama   and   tension   and   that’s   not   at   all   something   that   he   wants   to   put   her   through.

@hippiefeel    :    “   i   forgot   my   towel.   ”

her   words   catch   his   attention,   gaze   rising   to   be   met   with   her   naked   body,   standing   there   acting   oh   so   innocent.   he   knows   for   a   fact   that   she’s   doing   this   on   purpose,   knows   that   he   probably   has   spare   towels   in   there,   that   she   could   easily   cover   up   if   she   really   wanted   to.   but   of   course   she   doesn’t.   not   with   the   way   he   reacts   to   any   hint   of   her.   it’s   obvious   that   there’s   only   one   thing   on   his   mind;   made   clear   by   the   way   he   so   quickly   gets   hard,   the   way   his   gaze   lingers   everywhere   except   her   face.   he’s   quiet   for   a   while,   blinking   as   he   tries   to   think   of   something   to   say.   “   i   uh—   i   like   it   without   the   towel.   ”