#bicurlous

[thevirgln]

   &&  bicurlous ╱ ┃

               heartbeat   THRUMS   throughout   his   body   as   his   hands   grip   around   audrey  ,   holding   her   close   &   unsteady  ,   his   chin   nestled   in   her   hair  .   he’d   given   her   acceptance  , REASSURANCE   that   she   wasn’t   a   monster  ,   but   a   mere   victim   of   fate   &   the   butterfly   effect   in   play   ;   now he   didn’t   know   the   difference   between   right   &   wrong —between   truth    &   LIES  .   her   confession   bounced   around   in   his   mind  ,   trying   to   find   snags   or   trip   ups   or   ANYTHING   that just shouted   ‘ she’s   not   telling   you   the   whole   story  ’   to   him  .   nothing  .   there   was   nothing  .  so why   did   he   feel   so   SCEPTICAL?

              either   way  ,   he   knew  that   he’d   be   spending   hours   upon   hours   replaying   her   recording  ,   analysing it   like   he   did   with   EVERY   piece of   evidence   or   clue   that   he   discovered  .  evidence  .   was that   what   audrey   was   to   him   now   ?   eyes   squeeze   shut   and   he   tugs   her even   CLOSER   to him  ,   as   if   it   was   possible   within   the   laws   of   psychics   for   two   bodies   to   have   not   an   inch   of space   between   them  (   he   knew   that   wasn’t   true  ,   because   no   two   things   could   ever   be   truly touching  ,   there   was   microscopically   space   between   everything  .   )  WHAT   A   DAY.   his   breath   comes   out   as   a   hitched   intake  ,   a   non-composed   expression   of   raw   emotion  that   dies   almost   as quick   as   it is   born  .   there   was   one   bittersweet   conclusion   that  his   mind   kept   coming   back   to  , no   matter   the   outcome  ,   no   matter   what   she   had   or   hadn’t   done  :   he   didn’t   want   to lose   audrey jensen  .   and   so   he   clung   to   her   small   frame  ,   as   if   it   was   the   last   chance   he’d   get  .

                                               …   his   recording   was   still   on  .

                mumbling   something   in   a   quick   &   jumbled   tone   about   ‘  needing   to   save   power  ,  ’   begrudgingly   he   drew   away  ,   instantly   feeling   the   cold   that   came   with   her   absence  .   his   chair   slid   across   the   floor   as   he   threw   himself   on   it  ,   tapping   away   at   his   keyboard  ,   he   swallowed   thickly   &   hesitated   for   a   slither   of   a   second   before   hitting   SAVE   for   the   audio   file  and   titling   it   ‘Audrey’  .   he   shut   the   monitor   down   entirely   ;   that   was   nothing   she   needed   to   see  .

so   many   secrets   held   home   in   that   microscopic   space   between   them  .

he   turns   to   face   her  ,   his   gaze   tired   &   swimming   with   endless   questions.  

                                        ❝  so  ,   uh  .                      uh ,  what   now ...  ?   ❞  

he   didn’t   want   her   to   go  .   he   didn’t   WANT   to   be   alone   with  his   cat     &   mouse   mind    .

                                                            but did she want to stay ?

[gotpretty-blog]

[ 8:57:35 am ] plutonium: honestly you guys are so in sync it freaks me out a bit [ 8:57:57 am ] Pagyn: lmao [ 8:57:57 am ] Trinity: lmao [ 8:58:54 am ] plutonium: pls [ 8:59:03 am ] Pagyn: sorry [ 8:59:03 am ] Trinity: sorry

[thevirgln]

&&  continued╱ ┃here

because   we   finally   settled   on   a   formatting   style !!! 

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                bile   rose   in   his   throat   as   fingers   touched   atop   his   own  ;  contact   they’d   shared   so   many   times   before   suddenly  felt  like   decay   upon   his   skin  as   they   both fought   desperately   to   stop   the   crimson   from    spreading   further  .  he   wasn’t   going   to   die    looking  into  white   mesh  , but   the   eyes   that  lay  under  the   mask   might   be   harder  to   face .

                he   would   have   pushed   backwards  ,   resisted   her   assistance ,  had   it not   been   for   the   urgency   of   the   situation  .  he   didn’t   want   to   die  ,  oh god   oh god   oh god  !!   panic   suddenly   hit   like   stepping   into   the   ocean   on   a   cold   day  ,   his   pulse   racing .  the   truth   was   right   there in   front   of   him  ,   

                                                     (   had   been   all   this   time   ) 

he’d   just been   so   stupidly   blind   to   it  .

                               maybe     he     just     hadn’t     wanted     to     see     it    .

                 audrey   had   never   been   attacked   by   the   killer  ,   and  now   that   he   really   thought   about   it  ,  neither   had   he  .   that   was   enough   to   set   off   at   least   one   red flag  .   had   there   been   more   clues   ?   more evidence   that   would   place   AUDREY   JENSEN   from   ‘best   friend’ to   ‘prime   suspect’   ?

                 hearing   just   her   voice   wasn’t   enough  ,   noah   foster   needed   proof   —   he always   did  .   he   almost   wanted   to   hope   that   the   true   killer   was    just   messing   with   him  ,   playing   with   his   mind  .    he’d   SHE’D   already   displayed   their  immaculate usage   of   voice   changer   apps  . how   did   he   know   this   wasn’t   just   another   trick   ?

                                     gut   instinct  ,   that   was   how  .

                               and   hell  ,   did   the   truth   hurt  .

                  the   world   slammed   to   a   pause   as   noah   scrabbled   to   push   his attacker FRIEND   audrey   away  ,   adrenaline   &   fear   the   only   thing   keeping   him   awake  .   his chest   was   screaming   for   air  ,   for   calm  ,   for   SOMETHING  .

❝ you   have   to   —   ❞    

voice   shook  ,   weak   &   scratchy  .

                                                     try   again  .

                                            be   strong  .

❝    you   have   to   take   off   the   mask  .   ❞

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           “ hey . “   she quietly greets the other with the slightest hint of a smile ,  her usual self   distant  .   “ are you O K A Y           ??       emma told me you all had a run in with the      –        the killer .    what happened     ?? “

@bicurlous LIKED.

[thevirgln]

&&bicurlous  ╱ ┃here

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❝ N’aww, c’mon, cheer up. It’s been a day, that’s for sure. But— ❝ he shifted forward on the couch, ( careful not to dislodge Audrey from where she was currently leaning slack like a sack of potatoes on his shoulder ) grabbing the sleek black gaming controller and offering it towards said companion.  ❝ We could play something? The Walking Dead game, Mario Kart, — I’ll even let you wreck me in Smash. Your pick.            ❝           whatever made her happy.

[thevirgln]

&&bicurlous

cold air hitched in his throat, pupils blown wide with uneasiness & dread.

( of course he would end up alone. separated from the group in true horror movie circumstances —surrounded by a creepy, abandoned bowling alley while one of his friends screamed in the distance ( he could only HOPE it was out of fear, & that they weren’t currently being strangled by their own intestines  )  —what more was there to love ? )

                          he knew better than anybody —

           alone meant ‘soon to be dead’ in slasher terms. 

❝ Emma? ❝

                      ...❝ Brooke? ❝

                                               ... ...❝ Anybody? ❝

his voice was scratchy & shook as he spoke; it was hard to swallow, like dry cotton balls nestled in his throat, catching everytime he tried to regain lost air or locate a shred of bravery. 

all in all, noah didn’t want to die.  —he was the ‘quirky comic relief’ character. he wasn’t , in theory, supposed to die until the very end.         invincible by the plot.

...so how come he felt so hauntingly mortal right now?

fumbling with his torch, the stream of light casting  s h a d o w s that played tricks on the mind, he forced his feet into action. he would be fine- all he had to do was find the others.                                   easy, easy, easy. 

❝ uhm, hah hah, you guys? I’d very much like to not be alone right now; It’s not that I don’t immensely enjoy my own company, i’d just rather not become That Body that you all stumble upon, hanging from the ceiling, discovered only by the distant sounds of my blood as it hits— oh god, jesus what was THAT. ❝   it was JUST the shadows. there was nothing behind him.          nope. 

either way, he was walking faster. around the corner, away from-

oh god.

his breath fell silent as the pop of a knife through skin filled the room; the familiar mask he knew from hours of researching was suddenly ... right there in front of him.

pain blossomed up as noah fought back the urge to either scream or throw up. finding his body unable to do neither, he stood there, gawking at his attacker. the shock settling in as his vision swayed.

                               —fuck.