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Bloodied knuckles | Tear stained cheeks | Rust | A busted lip | Claws | Fangs | A bloody nose | Chattering teeth | A dark space underneath the bed | Scratching noises on a wall | Creaking metal | Fog | Dancing under moonlight | Blood dripping lips | Heavy breathing in the dark | A feeling of unexplained dread | A figure in a dark corner | Ā Dirty peeling wallpaper | A bloody hand print on the wall | Sobbing in the dark | Bite marks on the skin | Eerie whispers | A hood covering a strangerās eyes | The growl of a hidden animal | The sound of a blade being sharpened | A deep, dark forest | Walking on the streets alone at night | A cobweb-filled, abandoned building | Eyes darting in paranoia | A heavy beating pulse | The feeling of being trapped | Struggling to get out a scream | Boards covering broken windows | A quiet graveyard | A gas station in the middle of nowhere | A road that never ends | Heavy fog rolling in | The scent of blood in the air | Eerie old photographs | Walking along train tracks at night | A chill going up the spine | Gathering crows | A dusty, dimly lit study | Mist over a deserted cobblestone street | Ghost towns | Shadows around a campfire | The sound of chanting | Church bells tolling | An orange harvest moon | A broken down carnival | A dirty stuffed animal abandoned | Wiping bloody hands on fabric | Nightmares | Waking up in a panic | A power outage | Heavy lightning storms | A secret trap door | The feeling of being watched | Fear from trauma | A Ouija board set out on a table | An eerie doll | A scream of anguish and pain | Withered plants | A room thatās been forgotten and gathered dust Ā | Owl eyes in the dark | Curled, dead tree branches | A ritual altar | Flickering candles | A lantern held up in the dark | Fear of being followed | Creaking floorboards | Repressed, horrible memories | Clenched teeth | Soft, echoing piano keys | An old book covered in dust | Many pairs of glaring eyes | Stumbling in pitch black darkness | Being stranded in the middle of nowhere | Tarot cards on a table | A trail of blood
Tagged by: @dpds-finest
Tagging: @desolationtrial @bleedingviolet @bathingblue @cardigansandearlgrey and anyone else who would like to give it a shot!
[ Cont. from here with @smokeandrum ]ļæ¼ļæ¼
Noah shivered his teeth chattering against each other, of all nights it just had to be the coldest night of the week, he had the misfortune of falling into a pond earlier and getting himself soaked, and as his luck would have it his usual places to warm up, the gas stations and the laundry mats, were already closed for the night, the only hope he had now was that his body could generate enough heat to last him through the night. Hissssssss
He jerked his head up at the sound of a hiss nearby and sighed with relief as he spotted white looking smoke come spewing out of a nearby pipe, most likely from someone's dryer running, he quickly stood up staggering with dizziness but somehow made it across the ally, collapsing onto the concrete and curling up to the pipe hoping it would be enough to warm him. It didn't take long for him to start coughing, a wheeze escaping his lips after it had stopped.
"Fuck!" He cursed a bit too loudly, the last time this had happened he had bronchitis and ended up sick for weeks, he was cold, wet and miserable and was almost sure was catching a fever.
Blue was wandering the alleyways, trying his best to stay away from any prying human eyes. When he had awakened and escaped that terrifying android landfill, Blue had foolishly hoped that somehow his life would be better than it was with Zlatko. Bhe was still miserable, lost, and hopelessly afraid. The humans he encountered had only either been terrified of his damage or beat him without cause--or both. So, he walked around aimlessly, finding hiding spots to rest when need be.
It was a very cold night and thanks to Zlakoās ruthless modifications, Blue could feel the harsh chill through his ragged clothes. His thirium moved much more slowly in his veins than usual as a layer of frost coated his dark, tousled hair.
The android jumped at hearing the sudden obscenity, crambling to hide behind the nearest dumpster. His thirium pump skipped several beats in fear as he realized it was a human. But, upon further inspection, Blue realized how miserable the man appeared. Remnants of his broken caretaker programming took over and he secretly scanned the humanās vitals. At this rate, the man might freeze to death.
Before really considering any further, Blue timidly slipped from his hiding spot and approached...-he pulled his tattered scarf away from his neck, unfortunately revealing the deep damage underneath. But he held out the scarf, gingerly offering it to the man. ā...-itās...yes, itās much too...too cold for humans, ā Blue stuttered nervously, ā...it...no, no it isn't safe.ā
@bathingblueā said:
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RK900 might not have discovering the android in the bathtub had he not decided to check upstairs in his search for his missing and replaced parts.Ā
Much of his outer chassis had been expertly carved away, leaving him looking like a skinless walking horror. The only part of his synthetic skin still active was on the upper half of his face. His cheeks, his upper lip.
Unacceptable.Ā
He just... wanted to be whole again. It wasnāt that he was in such terrible shape, because he was still fully functional. But the pieces of him that were gone or switched... he missed them.Ā
He felt bereft without them.Ā
When he opened the bathroom door, he paused, staring down into the tub.Ā
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@sacrificedforthecause said: 22. You share a dream with your soulmate when youāre both asleep.ļæ¼ļæ¼ļæ¼
Whenever the master would bore of him for the day, the AP700, or rather, what little was left of him, was left with two choices: (a) stare blankly at the tile wall, splattered with his own thorium, and sing to himself or (b) slip into rest mode.
While rest mode was a bit of a frightening concept, as he could never be quite sure if his systems would be operational enough to pull out of it, he finally decided to give it a try on a particularly bad day. He just wanted to not feel for just a few moments, for there to just be momentary peace.
To his surprise, as rest mode initiated, there was not just peaceful nothing, but rather there was very much something--someone, actually. He looked down, realizing he was whole and perfect as he had been when he first met his master. Blue wasn't quite sure of anything before that, however. All he knew was Zlatkoās home and yet he stood somewhere heād never been, with someone heād never met. The other had their back turned, hadn't seen him yet.
He hugged himself nervously, unsure of what to do with this sudden freedom. āWh-..where am I?ā For the first time in a very long time, his voice held a clearness to it, with no static impeding it.
@connor-rk800-60 said: 1K was calm when he was told that someone (that looked like a worn AP-700) was seen wandering around the old alleyways of Detroit, and that his presence was needed to coax them out. The tall android was prompt shooing away the officers lurking around the scene, since they would interfere with his work. Besides, he coukd defend himself. With a gentle smile adorning his lips, he catches sight of the android and, stopping a distance away, he says softly. "Hey, hun, are you okay?"
He was cornered with nowhere to run. Heād been so careful! How had this happened? All of his usual escape routes were blocked off by humans in uniforms and cars with blindingly flashing lights. Weren't they supposed to catch bad people? Blue wasn't bad, was he? Or maybe he was. Maybe he was supposed to go back to his master, after all. And they were here to punish him and to take him back.
He cowered, hugging his knees to his chest, hiding behind a dumpster. His dark hair was a mess, matted with grime and thirium. He cried softly. He didn't want to go back. The streets scared him and sometime humans who found him would beat up on him, but it was better than being with his master. His clothing was nothing but ragged threads heād managed to scrounge from trash and things discarded on the street---anything to cover up his extensive damage so he didn't have to look at it and others couldn't see.
As the other approached, his LED was already blaring bright crimson. Seeing the 1Kās large frame, he instantly made the connection to Luther. More than once, Zlakoās large android had dragged him back to the bathtub after heād dragged his way out (before Zlako decided it was easier to eliminate the problem by taking his limbs away). He didn't need to see anymore; the android buried his face in his knees and grabbed fistfulls of his hair. His processors donāt even acknowledge the otherās voice.
āPlease, no...no, no, no...I don't want to go back! no, I donāt...please,ā his voice was helplessly filled with static as he trembled, knowing he was completely at the otherās mercy.
[ Cont. from Here w. @hollow-genius ]
Chloe was out taking a walk in a secluded part of a park. Walks were always a good thing for her. It was calming and she could take as many rests as she wanted. However, she felt as though someone was watching her.
She looked around, nervously before her eyes fell on someone hiding behind a tree. Someone she recognized from her... difficult past.
āY-you... you were in that place...ā
Blue hadnāt meant to follow her, he just...āhe was just curious. He recognized her and at first it scared him; he thought maybe Zlatko had sent her to find him. But no, Blue reminded himself that his master was gone, that he would never come back.
He visibly tensed, startled as she spoke to him. He pulls his tattered scarf up to his nose, anxiously hiding the severe damage on his throat, before feebly nodding. āYes,ā he mumbles quietly, ā...-yes, Iā...Iām sorry, I-I...ā The poor android stumbled over his words, unable to form a coherent sentence when under pressure. It didnāt help that his vocal modulator was busted from endless days of screaming at the hands of his master, leaving a static that lingered in his voice.
She was probably angry at him for following her, he fretted. ā...p-please donāt hurt me.ā
Anonymous said: *scrunches up their nose a bit, and giggles a little at being booped in return*
At sound of giggles, the android peeks his head out from his hiding spot, curiously watching from a safe distance. Heād never laughed like that before and it makes him feel a little bit guilty to think maybe he didn't give them the reaction they were expecting. To make up for it, he offers them a shy, unpracticed smile.