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The Shhh... Project

As you check your phone you find a string of text messages, it looks like you’ve been invited to go somewhere but while you can’t quite remember where, it’s clear that you were enthusiastic about going.  Curious to learn more you find yourself heading for the mentioned location.  Seems a new adventure awaits... 

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OOC: ITS FINALLY HERE! The Big Boy Project! I’ve been working on this for months and its finally time to release it to the public!  Feel free to step on in, just please read the rules carefully!  Being a discord server it’s important to avoid spoilers as much as possible!  This is a game played one to one and there is a waiting list to get in and play! I look forward to seeing you all there!

[askaltr114209]

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Ye haven’t met de others yet? ehehe Don’t ye worry none, Flynn. I look n sound creepy but I’m a sweetheart I promise~ Ye stick with me ye’ll be fine. You n I. Oh we’ll have a LOT of fun togeder

EHEHAHAHAHAHA!

OOC: HHHH new VA, not as happy with it in some places but hey its more practice!  PSA: ANTI IS NOT A SWEET HEART! HE IS NOT SOFT! HE WILL CUT YOU TO PIECES THANK YOU :) Also thank you everyone who gave feedback on the last one!

[askyancy]

OOC: I may or may not have made a thing lol  yes he does have the tats on the base of his hands, the box on his right arm and a tiny box tim on the left side of his head. however i forgot to add the lil blood drop on his shirt but I fully intend to go back and do up the skin a lot more detailed later im just pushed for time rn. I also plan on doing more of the prison and mapping the whole thing out. beyond the bars there on the right is an entire corridor. I also plan on releasing the skin when its fully made so stay tuned for that!

Tagging some folks who might get a kick out of this xD

@yancy-stan-for-life @markired @yancy-support-group @markiplier @lum1natrix @oi-fischfuck

[ask-anxiety]

Alone...?

Things are quiet... 

It’s like being alone in the house, in your room, none of your friends are online, you’ve exhausted all the regular things you do to keep yourself occupied, there’s no background noise, no music, no birds, the neighbors are even quiet. 

It’s like the world stopped and everyone but you went away. Like you missed the last bus home, alone at the bus stop. Like you missed the last train and there’s no security and if you don’t hurry you’ll be locked in somehow. 

It’s like when work is done and you stayed late and exit the building into a dark and totally empty parking lot. Like an ever busy amusement park after closing and all the staff have gone home. 

It’s like shutting off your brain, leaving nothing to think about, nothing to dream about, nothing to feel, nothing to ponder, nothing to imagine.... 

Just an empty space filled only by a dark cloud. A dark cloud that whispers one thing. Softly, slowly, but oh so clearly. 

Are you really alone? 

It’s a small thing, so small. Of course you’re alone you say to yourself. 

But are you?

The what if? The what is lurking in that dark? You’re so used to being around noise, around others around something, anything, that there MUST be something somewhere nearby just waiting. watching. Maybe it knows of you, maybe it too thinks its alone, maybe to it you’re the one lurking nearby. Or maybe it’s been stalking you from the start?

Your heartbeat quickens, so does your pace, your slow stride becomes a quick amble and then a power walk, before you’re racing from street light to street light, from car to car, looking over your shoulder periodically. 

You hear a noise? Maybe? Perhaps you imagined it but either way you look over your shoulder and see something. A SOMETHING. Could have been anything but in the adrenaline it takes hold of you, you imagine a figure, or maybe it WAS a figure. Slowly following behind you. Maybe it was as clear as day and you saw exactly what it was, doesn’t matter. 

It’s coming.

Are you ever truly alone? 

You round the corner and take a breath. Whatever it was is gone, never there. Imagined it in your need to picture something or someone there while you’re so alone.  Things settle into an eerie silence once more, all to be heard the sound of your own breath, short with the racing of your own heart beat.  It’s too quiet... 

Perhaps you weren’t outside. Perhaps you were at home. Home alone with no one there but you. Hearing a sound from the kitchen, from the back yard, something is there, with you, it got in, you see a shape pass by a door or a figure by a window. A reflection you could have sworn was real. You arm yourself with the nearest object suitable for a weapon in order to defend your life and dignity.  But its gone... Nothing and no one was ever there. 

Maybe it’s upstairs now?

It’s funny how being alone and in the silence can generate it’s own sense of panic... All it takes is a What if? and everything spirals from there. 

Are you afraid of the dark?  Are you afraid of the outdoors at night?  Are you afraid of being home alone?  Are you afraid of empty rooms? 

Of course you aren’t. No one is. But rationality tells you to be AWARE. It tells you to be ALERT and it tells you to be on your guard. 

It isn’t fear... It’s survival. 

It’s defense.

It’s Anxiety.

It’s Paranoia....

So tell me....

Could you take the trash out to the dumpster at 11:45pm? Could you do it and do so calmly without a slight haste in your step or the lights on?  Could you walk to the 24 hour store at 3am without looking over your shoulder just once?  Could you head downstairs unarmed and unafraid without an increase in your heart rate if you heard something in your back yard? 

Do you think you could survive on your own?

@thatsthat24 Do you?

[demonsdomain]

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How does it feel?... It feels like a broken mirror.

Like every shard of glass is piercing through my bones, through my head, through my mind... Like I’m bleeding through the cracks, what remains of me leaking out into nothingness. It feels like humiliation, deceit, betrayal...grief.

You have questions... so many of them and that’s okay. You don’t need answers to them all, at least... not at this moment. I wanted you to see the truth... You fall for his tricks, for his lies... Believe him as he labels me a manipulator... But he is the one that manipulated us all! HE IS THE VILLAIN NOT ME!!

I’ve waited a long ...time... HE TOOK EVERYTHING FROM ME!! .. to share my story... Some of you must think ill of me, but I implore you to have a heart and see my story, see what he did to me... my friends I WILL NOT BE PUSHED ASIDE ANY LONGER!!

Perhaps some of you will understand that I merely want to take back control. And you could help me...

You just have to stop giving him the attention... Show him that you know the truth.. Demand him to give me back what he took from me To give back what is Rightfully Mine!

You want to help... don’t you?

Y/N

Your choice doesn’t matter I’ll end this myself... one way or another.

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Coming Soon...

What if I told you that all of this world is nothing but a stage. 

Like the great William Shakespeare once said, twas not a poetic verse but a simple statement. 

For it IS just a stage and you, my friend... You are the starring role in your very own story. 

A story that you of course get to choose for your very own! 

Will you be a Doctor? A scientist? Maybe a musician or an artist! How about a simple bakery store owner, or a cashier.... Perhaps your role isn’t a lucky one. Perhaps you’re met with a string of divorces, homelessness, sickness, terminal illnesses or a life of chronic fatigue. A world of mental demons, plaguing your every waking moment, anxiety, depression, addition who knows. 

Whatever your role in this world it’s your journey and you hold the keys to which choices you make! 

This world is a stage all for you... A grand Adventure... A plethora of decisions, colorful NPC’s and mystery laying in wait for you!  So what will you find friend?  Will you fall in love? Will you seduce someone? Will you break someone’s heart? Will you fall to madness or claim your ticket to fame? Perhaps you’d be like me .... perhaps you’d find all of the above. 

A new adventure awaits just for you, Y/N, .... Will you join me?

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How could you!?

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Ah.... Figures this one would pop up as the first huh... Well I supppooosee I could indulge your curious mind. I’m sure you know exactly who this is about as well. Well then ... Let’s get into it shall we. ((Story below the cut))

September 14th 9:57pmIt was starting to get cold outside, I could tell she was cold even if she’d never admit it, but god forbid I be the gentleman and offer her my jacket! She’d only see it as pity and nothing more. I don’t need your charity! pft... We were walking along the boulevard by the river, headed home after a night at the theatre watching one of our favorites. A date night. I owed her one after all. She was quiet, more than usual, stone faced and never looking at me, hadn’t all day. I’d tried everything for her attention. Sweet nothings, a kiss on the cheek, tried to hold her hand but she slipped my grasp more times than I could count, bought her drinks and popcorn for the show, made jokes and acted like a goofball to try and make her smile, nothing worked. A steel wall around her heart I couldn’t break through. I didn’t know why. 

We were a good ten minutes or so walk from home, now normally we’d get a ride, especially on a cold night but she’d insisted on the walk. Said she wanted to chat on the way home and of course I was ready to listen but the lady hadn’t spoken a word to me! eventually my anxiety got the best of me and I asked what she wanted to talk about. There was a pause in her breath, a closing of her eyes and she looked away from me. It was bad I could tell that much. “What is it?” I’d asked “You can tell me.” My stomach turned knots. Eventually we came across the bridge over the river and she paused by the rails. I stopped with her. “Sweetheart? What is it? Is everything ok?” I’d grown concerned for her well being more than anything else. Her next words cut like glass. 

“I can’t do this anymore.” My heart skipped a beat. For her to stop at the bridge like this and say such a thing, my mind thought the worst. I immediately took a few steps closer just in case. But it turns out it wasn’t what I’d thought...

“I can’t do this anymore.... I’m leaving you Mark. I’ve filed for divorce and I’ll have my things out by tomorrow night.” 

I had to shake my head and recollect myself, it came as a shock. Only a few days ago had we been rolling around on the bed like horny teenagers! As I took another step closer she took one away from me almost as if scared of my reaction. And I must admit it may have been the shock in my body language. the disbelief that she would just... lead me along on a date like this and then drop that on me. But I guess she wanted one last time out of me. 

We must have spent an hour on that bridge, back and forth. I just wanted a straight answer but she never gave one. In the end she hailed a passing cab to pick her up and all I could do was watch as she left. Left me alone on that bridge in the cold of the night lost, confused, alone, and heart broken. 

I’d at some point slumped against the side of the bridge to let my emotions out, sat on the ground with my back to the rails and just.... reeling in the conversation we’d had. I didn’t understand. Eventually I continued the walk home. Slung my jacket over the sofa and collapsed onto it. 

I was there for 3 hours before I got up and headed for the nearest liquor cabinet to drown myself in my own agony. That’s when I saw the letter. Or rather the envelope. 

My Dearest Celine  🖤

Hand delivered. It stank of watermelon bubble gum and her perfume. I knew the handwriting. A letter from our friend. I ignored it, went for the whiskey and proceeded to drown myself in alcohol- ah I should note this was before the hospital visit that stopped my alcohol drinking. So don’t worry about me there my friends. 

It wasn’t until I was blind drunk that I began to suspect that letter for what it was. A heart? The curvature of the lettering. Only saved for a sweetheart. A love letter. My next question followed suit. Where had she gone if not here. If not home? Most likely her brothers place. I called my driver to come pick me up and take me to the colonels manor and that’s where everything changed. 

You see... I suspected her to be at Damien’s. Not there.... With him. 

Will had been my friend since we were kids. I’d met him when we were just 8 years old. A goofball like myself. Damien was always a little more serious but had a whirlwind of fun hiding inside him that we could usually coax out now and again. Will was my friend.... So it was natural for me to have a key to his place. The invitation to wander in. 

Now don’t get me wrong I didn’t just waltz in unannounced I knocked on the door first with no answer. With such a big house its hard to hear if you’re on the other side so our understanding was to come in, shoes off, call out. So I did. No answer. 

Once I got upstairs however I heard the tell tale upbeat music Will enjoyed to know he was home and wandered over, knocked and entered his bedroom. Now I’m not gonna lie I’ve seen more of Will than I care to admit doing this same stupid move, but at that point it was more of an in-joke between us and remember I was blind drunk at the time. I didn’t exactly have the cognitive function that maybe I should have waited first. 

I saw Will first. The two of them scramble for the bed sheets and Will laughing that they’d been caught in the act. “Oops sorry buddy!” I was apologetic! Realized my mistake despite my inebriation and made to back out, when I saw the look of utter panic in her eyes. 

They were both naked, rolling around under the sheets which she’d pinned to above her chest for concealment. 

“Celine?”

I couldn’t believe my eyes. If on a scale of 1-10 on how drunk I was, I’d gone from a solid 8 to a 5 in just that moment. “It’s not what it looks like” HA! Course it wasn’t. 

My anger may have gotten the better of me that night. I yelled, a lot. But understandably so. She’d run off to go be with HIM. My best friend! Ditched me and couldn’t wait to climb into bed with him! I’d been left out in the cold, only to find that my wife and best friend had run off together behind my back. 

The yelling must have lasted over an hour I don’t remember. But I do know I blacked out somewhere in between there and being driven home again with a black eye and a swollen lip. Might have gotten into a fist fight with Will. Who knows. 

Once home I curled up on the sofa again, all I could think was three words. 

“How could you?” HOW COULD SHE!? HOW COULD HE!? HOW COULD THEY! DO THIS TO ME!?I gave up everything for her. EVERYTHING! I gave her everything she could want and more. Nice dresses, a beautiful home, all the stupid voodoo shit she was into, the best food around! I gave her everything and she tossed me aside like an old rag! 

.......... -sigh- 

Forgive my raised voice... I suppose I’ll never really be over it. I loved her dearly. Loved them both. But instead I was left broken and alone. Can you blame me for what happened next? 37 stab wounds don’t come casually...

[askyancy]

2% Left...

Yancy stared at the phone, smiling at the cat pictures people had taken to sending him in DM’s, answering the last ask in his inbox and ran a hand through his hair, letting out a heavy sigh. 

.... it’d be the last one.... At least for a while. 

He slowly closed his eyes and pinched at the bridge of his nose. Why did he have to be so damn stupid and get caught. Should never have left this place! Why did he leave and go visit them like an idiot! This was PRISON! 

..... 2%....... 

He sniffed and slowly pressed his thumb into the power switch, turning it off. Gotta save that last 2%... just in case... 

Once it was switched off he tucked the phone back into his right sleeve and sat back against the wall.  Another 2 weeks of Solitary. 3 weeks total... eesh.... 

He was going to miss the screenplay, he was going to miss visitation day and he was going to miss all of the visitors intending on giving him gifts and love and just...their company... 

........

He grit his teeth and thumped his head back against the wall with a dull thud.  Why did he have to be so stupid. He ruined everything. EVERYTHING! ..... He deserved it. He sniffed again and rubbed his eyes. 

He’d let them down. All of them.... The guards, the prisoners, the gang, the visitors, the-..the friends... 

All of them......

He slowly shifted into bed, curling up into a tight ball of self pity and regret under the covers and closed his eyes. He didn’t want to dwell on it any more. It’s all he’d done since it happened. Sure he seemed chipper and happy in the asks but of course he did. They were his escape to the outside world. His little hook, a peephole, a song bird. He sniffed again and took a deep breath before resigning himself to sleep.... 

-Click- -tkkrrkt- -rrrrrrrrr- “Yancy. Get up” “Huh? Ward’n? I-” “Don’t you start grovlin nah, get up and get yer tuckus out heuh!”  Yancy quickly scrambled out of the covers, onto his feet and hurried over to the Warden, his lip wobbling a little. In more trouble!? HAD HE DISCOVERED THE PHONE AGAIN!? “Come along nah.. my office.”  “Wh-” “Now!” 

He didn’t make a squeak, just hurried as quickly as he could out of there and let the rough guard with the long black dreads haul him out and off to the Warden’s office......