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[meechatuck]

Dark Kingdom Rising

It's still Friday right? Haha, sorry for the late posting! I had to revise part of this chapter and with the holiday this week time got away from me. This is a heavy chapter, as previously mentioned, but a juicy one for me! Delving into Hector's character and Great Tree PTSD here. I also really loved doing some more lore work for the Dark Kingdom and getting into the whole legend I came up with in the last chapter (even though it took me sooo long to figure it all out).

Warnings: PTSD, secondary character death, mention of suicide/attempted suicide, general horror elements, mental manipulation from magical sources, and swearing.

Enjoy!

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[ciipher]

Rabbits Meet-Up

They didn't really know why this meeting was set up or why Habit would even consider it for a second, but here they were. They walked down the hallway and opened the door they were instructed too.

They closed the door behind them as they stepped inside the room and looked around. They spotted a table in the corner with a person sitting at it who couldn't have been much older then themself. The person smiled at them tiredly and gave a small wave,

"Hi. I'm Declan, are you #019?" Ness gave a nod in response as the person run his hands through his hair and motioned to one of two chair across from him.

Ness sat down and eyed him warily which got a silent brow raise in return.

Declan cracked his fingers individually by pressing down on them before speaking,

"Okay, let's hope to this yeah? I'll be telling you some of the basics on how all this works" He waved his hands around as he spoke before he set them back on the table and messed with on of his ring fingers. Ness could tell easily that it was broken.

"What do you mean by 'all this'?"

"The trials. Habs told me to fill you in, no idea why, but here we are, so that's fun. Anyway let's start off with a simple question: how old are you?"

Ness was taken aback by the sudden question, but didn't want to upset the person across from them so they answered truthfully.

"Seventeen. Why?"

"Just to give me an idea of what all you've dealt with I guess. How many rabbits are in your trial?"

They paused, not knowing if they should answer the question, but did so anyway because of their previous reasoning

"Five."

"Damn that sucks, it's harder to get away with things when working with smaller groups. Did you include yourself in that five?"

"..Yes?"

Declan tiredly rubbed the palms of his hands over his eyes in response, a grimace tugging at his lip scar.

"Shit, you really are a small group." He rubbed his hands together as he continued,"That's fine, it just means you'll have to be more carefully. Okay okay, how many entities do you have? Is the dog involved?" He questioned, gently tugging at the hair on the nap of his neck. Damn, he really couldn't be still, huh? Oh well.

"Counting Habit there's three, and yes the dog is there too."

A look of contemplation crossed Declan's face as he processed the info and asked yet another question.

"Who's the third entity? Is it the talk faceless dude?"

"..No? They are someone named Argyris."

Declan tilted his head in confusion and stayed quiet for a few seconds, running the name over

"Don't know who that is, but okay. Are they violent? Do they make threats and then don't make good on them?"

"No? They have been violent but it wasn't by choice

"That's shitty, but I dunno how much time we have so I'll give you some basic survival tips:

The woods is dangerous, don't go there. If you have to go in them keep an eye out because they can have some really good supplies, and if you are getting chased you can run into the woods to lose your chaser and double back. It's risky, but it's very effective if down right.

Also, if one of the other rabbits is attacking you and you can't kill them for whatever reason, you break their legs. It'll obviously immobilize them, but it'll also put them at risk so keep that in mind. Pushing Hab's buttons, or any of the entitles' for that matter is a very bad ideas especially since your in a smaller group." He paused for a second longer before continuing, "bleach can work as disinfectant for both objects and wounds, but it's not the best idea to use it on wounds if you have other options-" His rambling stoped abruptly as the door opened, revealing a short brunette figure. They looked around and Ness and Declan with raised brows.

"Who are you two?" They asked.

"I'm Declan, this is Ness" He motioned to Ness in a quickly jerky manner before he waved the new comer over.

"Take a seat, I'll fill you in-"

[meechatuck]

Dark Kingdom Rising

I got it posted! FINALLY

My day turned into a complete shit show, but I'm still here (barely). I've read this through after finishing and it makes sense to me, but I am very tired. If something is amiss or doesn't make sense please let me know so I can get it fixed. Fluff and some spicy thoughts ahead! But a very fun chapter that was fun to write and torture Hector a little.

Warnings: swearing, NSFW thoughts

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[meechatuck]

Dark Kingdom Rising

Buckle up readers, it's about to get rocky here. This and the next chapter are gonna be intense and a bit of a ride. I am excited to get out some of the lore I've come up with for the Dark Kingdom as well!

Warnings: violence, assault, PTSD, and swearing

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[envihellbender]

Dec watching a live feed of Mads’ apartment and masturbating

Rating: Explicit / MDNI

Characters: Declan Gerritz, Mathias “Mads” Iverson (OCs)

Content: Stalking, voyeurism

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Declan paced up and down his flat, Mads had left twenty minutes ago and the first meeting had gone significantly better than Declan could have predicted. He felt Mads spearmint breath on his lips, apart of him was in ecstasy and delight… But he was also drowning in anxiety. The problem was what Declan had promised to do. He wrapped his arms around his body, his fingers gripping at the soft fat wrapped around his abdomen. There was one demand Mads had for them to both be together, and Declan knew he had to do it. He swallowed and exhaled, he sat on his black and green gaming chair at his self built, and intricately designed computer. It was time to recharacterise himself from stalker to boyfriend. Which shouldn’t have been as difficult as it was.

“Okay, so let’s get to work then,” Declan said to himself. His voice was nervous even when there was no one around to hear it, he took a deep breath. “For Mads,” he whispered as he double clicked his cursor on the two anime characters he’d set as the program’s icon. He’d created a lot of the stalkerware himself to ensure it was up to his standards - which most others weren’t. It felt a shame to get rid of them, when he’d spent so long adapting them specifically to Mads… But for the first time in his life he had a boyfriend, a relationship, and he had someone who wanted and care for him. He had to make this work, and Mads had insisted that Declan get rid of them as one of the stipulations. He started with RinLen, an app he had installed on Mads’ phone to clone and observe everything he used it for. All of Mads’ phone calls, text messages, photos, everything was on there. Declan kept the programming of course, but the internal translator, the adaptions to fit Mads’ routine… That would all have to be changed. He felt a sense of mourning almost as he realised he couldn’t get into Mads’ phone anymore. He tried to ignore it.

“And gone I guess,” he sighed, slouching in his computer chair. “Should I have done that? Yeah, yeah. Definitely a good idea.” He wondered if the habit he had of talking to himself to fill the room with noise and feel less alone was strange. He tried not to think about it. “What do you think we should do next, Shoto?” He added looking at his Shoto Todoroki figure he kept next to his computer with a small smile on his face. He didn’t think his figures and teddies were alive, but he liked talking to them all the same. “Yeah, I think… Tracker.” He clicked on the icon with a Nemesis from Resident Evil image named ‘JILL’. He quickly tapped at his keyboard, followed the direction and then let out a breath that came with tears stinging at his eyes. “Aaaand gone… But what if he gets hurt? What if he- ugh. No. No. I need to trust him. That’s what Mads said, right?”

Declan continued getting rid of the mass of spyware for a while, until he got to the one he was dreading deleting the most. The live surveillance feed in Mads’ flat. The Web, he called it, He didn’t have to open it to remove it but he did, bringing up the cameras on one of his computer screens. He stared with a flutter in his chest as he saw Mads had just gotten home. He watched him take off his jacket and hang it up in his shabby but neat little flat. Declan couldn’t bring himself to do it, not whilst Mads was there.

“Just… One last time,” Declan whispered to himself weakly, he swallowed and watched as Mads went to his bathroom. He switched to the livefeed Declan had installed opposite Mads shower, and watched as Mads’ pale, skinny body got undressed. “It’s okay. Mads doesn’t have to know. Just watch him one more time then it’s gone forever, okay?” Declan repeated hurriedly, trying to convince himself as his hand seemed to shove itself into his pyjama trousers and boxer shorts without him even realising it. Before he knew it his thumb and index finger was toying with his clitoris, he whined and gasped as he watched Mads’ bare chest, cock, and hips - so thin and clinging to his bones. He saw Mads look up and he was sure for a split second their eyes met, Mads gave a small smile and Declan was sure he began to open himself up a little. He was certain he’d been staring at the camera, not hunched and quick like he normally was. He was putting on a show. Or perhaps Declan was convincing himself of it as he stared at Mads at his most vulnerable, eventually orgasming intensely as Declan imagined he was there with his lips around Mads’ cock.