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🔪🔪 “No, I don’t know where Mary is. She’s not here, and even if she was, you don’t get to waltz over here and bang on my door and demand her return like she’s some kind of goddamn dog. Just...leave her be for a while. She deserves it.”
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brokcnholy. // mister straight razor.
‘ ‘ ━━━ what are you waiting for ? … a FUCKIN’ invitation ? ’ ’ nostrils seethed. vises are pale, appendages unyielding, with uncut nails delving into coarse flesh via a VICE grip. there was a calescent mean in his abdomen, bleeding into his veins and depleting the very EXISTENCE that was the patient of his persona. … oh the way JOSEPH made him feel … the holy grail that is thy joseph chrisitansen ; God punished sinners ━━━ becoming a minister wouldn’t save you.
‘ ‘ FORGET IT … i don’t know why i thought i could trust you again. ’ ’
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distaste. that's the word. he's been searching for a suitable one for a few minutes now as he stares across the lawn at the back of a stupidly blond head. his nose wrinkles as he nurses his beer, wishing to god the bottle contained something stronger. distaste. for the stupid, fake smile that graces joseph's face to the shiny black shoes on his feet.
oh shit, joseph is looking his way. he looks away quickly, wiping the disgruntled look off his face. fuck, dear dead god don't let him come over here. why does he even come to these things again?? he suddenly can't remember. where's mary when he needs her??
he seriously considers chugging his beer as he plans an escape route, decides that's more bad form than he wants to deal with, and settles scanning the back yard for suitable distractions.
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stained hands grip the handle of the carving knife, before casually tossing and flipping it. there’s a devilled smile on joseph’s face, but it is not joseph’s smile. no, it belongs to something far more sinister.
“you’re screaming, and it’s really distracting me from my work.” the entity currently known as the dover ghost speaks, slight anger in his voice — but it is not his victim he is speaking to; it’s his vessel, his meat suit. “a part of you actually enjoys this: holding someone else’s life in your hands.”
dover traces the tip of his knife against his neighbour’s face, before pressing it deep, piercing skin, “after all, isn’t that what you do in your church every damn day?” blood gushes out, and an inhuman groan of pain echoes through this place between worlds.
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“You remember that fucking hiking retreat we did in college? When it poured while we were sleeping?” Mary looks up at him from where she’s sitting on the edge of her bed. “Act of God, you’d said. And thank goodness you left your guitar in your dorm. Had to throw out my bible.” She chuckles at her hands folded in her lap. “That trip fucking sucked. None of us had the foresight to check the weather before we left? Or maybe the meteorologists fucked up, I don’t know.”
She throws him another glance that doesn’t meet his eyes. Hell, it’s so fast she’s not even totally sure he’s looking at her. Eyes downcast to her lap again, she says,
“–––––– I miss that.”
I miss when we were friends.
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“Mr. Christiansen...” His voice was a tad quiet and he felt embarrassed to be stopping his neighbor in the middle of the grocery store. He focused his attention on the shopping list in his hands instead of on the older man before him or on anyone else. Maybe if he refused to acknowledge them, they’d refuse to acknowledge him. “Could you uhh... Do you know where I can find vinegar for like cleaning?” Sure he could have asked one of the store employees but he didn’t want them instantly chalking him off as one of those ‘dumb kids’ that can’t even find vinegar on their own. He already felt stupid enough for having to ask. At least by asking Mr. Christiansen he was asking someone he knew and who hopefully wouldn’t consider him a total idiot for not knowing. He was just trying to do something nice for his dad. It wasn’t his fault he didn’t know where to pick up some of these groceries.
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I thought Joseph’s last name was, “ChrisHansen.” I...
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