#drabbles.txt

[aratakiis]

—𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗼,

who is just so awfully in love with you, a girl he's seen only on screen. itto, who believes your “relationship” with him is one of a kind, but you don't even know his name. itto, who sends you lewd messages within frequent donations, the boy who touches his aching dick every night to you streaming. he watches you so intently as you fuck yourself, he watches you cry and grip your sheets with focused and glaring eyes. itto times his orgasm to yours, only drawing in shaky breaths he sees you come down from your high. itto, he can't keep his eyes off the screen, he dirty talks to himself as if you were right in front of him. itto, who believes that you're his one and only.

[wardati]

ii.

POEMS AND WRITINGS FOR PEOPLE THAT ARE NEVER COMING BACK.

Eunseo looks nothing like her mother, in fact when the social worker gave her a picture of the woman she was surprised. There had to be a mix up, the wrong woman who was staring back at her in this Polaroid was not her mother.

But, Eunseo knew that. She kept quiet and thanked the social worker anyway.

Eight days later the Polaroid of the stranger and a heap of wrinkled clothes found their way into a duffle bag as Eunseo planned her great escape.

    She found a home with a friend of a friend where their mother kept her makeup in the bathroom. It was the first time Eunseo ever locked a bathroom door to put on purple rouge. The satin stain glided on her lips as she looked into the mirror. It had her smiling, tongue trapped between teeth as she made faces.A movie star, a vixin, an unknown beauty, innocence and rage- a girl who wasn't a girl. She imagined as she drew back from kissing herself in the mirror that when she got older that she would look like the woman in the Polaroid.

When years passed and all she had was a trailer to share with three other people, the Polaroid was stuck between the crevice of the wall, she would look on to the mother that was never hers as she put on wigs,clasped and stuffed her bra. Desire became a dead woman in a Polaroid.

     When Eunseo sought out validation in a form of a man, it was that of one that had her tucking her dick and powdering her face, and squeezing her feet into flashy heels. She smiled with lipstick coating her mouth when he asked her if she was seeing someone else. The smile pulled back like a trigger and shot like a gun. The spark without gun powder was sick malice that painted her chest and left a hole that would never really close. And if Eunseo had a mother instead of a Polaroid maybe she would know that.

She would know, smiling does not get people like her anywhere.

    He punches her in the face so hard she heard the clink of the fractured window underneath her head. The next ten minutes are as blurry and as desperately forgettable as they come. He says, "You're bleeding. I'm sorry. I'm sorry." "You're bleeding. I'm sorry. I'm sorry." "You're bleeding. I'm sorry. I'm sorry."

She comes home blood on her blouse, two fingers slung around the straps of her platforms, she's barefoot and cold and she wants to forget.

"Eunseo, look at me... did he do this to you?" She just wants to forget.

She can't look at Bash who's sacrificed so much to take care of her- of them. Her made up family. Broken and lost but still blood.Somehow.

      She just wants to forget. Her sister holds her as she sobs an explanation  that's drowned in tears. A moan that's asking Bash not to leave crawls out of her lips. "I just want to forget." Why won't you let me? Please just forget ...

He moves out of her way she clings to his arm to stop him. 

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE- those words don't come out fast enough, they don't matter enough to stop him from leaving.      Her legs give out, palms hitting the wooden floor her sobs are useless she wants to cry out for her mother but she remembers she does not have one. Tears strain up and over her bruised lips and she can't forget. He won't let her, not this time.

      Eunseo does not have a mother, she has a Polaroid stuck between the crevices of a wall of her bed frame.

     At night when everyone is asleep the cold silver plated scissors in her fingers snip the picture in two.

[supernovaenpanthera-moved]

The End of it All

For @mushroomminded eyyyy

The hoodie was taking over, and for once, Matt knew it. Jon stopped walking along the sidewalk to turn to his friend, the pale blue dolphin hoodie’s slight twitching unnoticed.

“Hey, Matt, you okay?- O-Oh my God..” The ginger was shaking as the sleeves melted, becoming a dark goop which slowly began climbing his legs. Purple seeped into the denim fabric and onto his skin. Matt screamed in pain, looking at Jon with pleading eyes.

“Run!! NOW!”

Jon wavered as tears began cascading down his rosey cheeks. “No! I’m not leaving you!”

The color faded from Matt’s face as he repeated his plea. Within moments, the teen fell to the ground. The shark-faced hood let out a low throaty growl, that sounded like a haunting laugh. The mess of a hoodie quickly encased Matt, and rose from the concrete. It’s skin crawled as it ripples into waves, slowly hardening into a tough, leathery skin. Jon froze, eyes wide and mouth agape. The monster looked like it was grinning as it’s small beast eyes multiplied. It’s gravelly voice rand our through the street, sounding as if many voices were speaking at once.

“Its too late for you now, Boy.”

Jon’s scream was cut off as the shark-like monster leapt on him. The blue fabric of his hoodie quickly reacted. It morphed to cover Jon, barely protecting him from the obsidian claws of the beast above him. Said beast let out an angered howl as he jumped off the newly changing creature. The purple monster seethed as the blue hoodie finished changing into a similar creature. The two growled a challenge and circled each other. The shark made the first move, and tackled the dolphin, lashing out with large claws.

For a few, excruciatingly drawn out moments, Matt couldn’t see or feel anything. Then he felt weightless, and the calm rush of fluid against his skin. He could barely breathe. Opening his eyes to darkness, Matt reached his hand out to something that wasn’t there. There was only thing going through his numb mind.

“I wanna go home...”

Jon had been conscious for a while. Well, he never lost it. He’d quickly curled up, and had been hearing the muffled growls outside the void he floated in. After a few moments he heard a screech. Below him, a cavity opened up. Light cascaded around him as he fell into something else. Similar fluid rushed over him and for a second he forgot how to breathe. Jon’s back brushed against something, and he reached out. His fingers met fabric, then the wisps of hair.

A hand clasped tiredly over his wrist, and the boy engulfed his friend in a tight hug. Matt smiled feebly to himself as he passed out a second time, exhausted. Jon remained holding his friend close. The two remained floating, weightless, in the void for a few more slow moments until everything suddenly became quiet. The fluid they were in felt like it had jerked down, then became thicker. Eventually, Jon felt hard concrete under him, and the goop receded around him and Matt. Jon positioned himself so Matt’s head was resting on his lap, breathing in even breaths.

The blue dolphinesque monster stood a bit away, torn up and beaten. It won, and the shark hoodie was no more, as it slowly dried up. The winning creature began melting as well, and after a few minutes, all that remained was a small blue-grey cat. It limply trotted to the boys, resting its head against Matt’s thigh. As a familiar car halted beside some rubble, Jon smiled.

“Let’s get you home.”

[supernovaenpanthera-moved]

Sparing you the Misery

MMMMMM HEYA @mushroomminded HOPE YA ENJOY

It had been about a year since the ‘incident’, and Matt had healed quite well. He quickly and easily adjusted to his blindness. For a narcissist, he coped well with the whole “You wont be able to see your own face ever again, sucks to be you.” Matt didn’t mind, now that he couldn’t see the dreaded Mirror Man. 

But that’s where things went south. A thought had lingered in his mind ever since he rid himself of the ghastly sight. 

“What if other people see him too?”

Matt couldn’t have that, so he answered his own question with unsettling delight.

“Well, I’ll just have to spare them from that, now, won’t I?~” he sang.

Matt smiled and hopped from his soft bed, brushing his finger tips along all near him. He skipped down the stairs with ease, accustomed to the uneven flooring beneath him. He walked into Tom’s room, the layout of the house already burned into his memory. He let out a low chuckle. Tom woke with a start, Matt’s chuckle resonating throughout the room. 

“Matt? What are you doing up?” The tall ginger smiled, cocking his head to the side. The smile hid ill intent behind it, without even meaning to. Matt chuckled again.

“You see, Tommy my boy, I’ve answered a life changing question just moments ago, and I’m here to Spare you the Misery.”

Matt blindly leapt at Tom, holding him down by the neck. Tom thrashed under the man above him, trying to scream for someone. Nothing came out as he gasped for air. “You don’t have eyes, but yet you see. Wonder what to do for you~ Ah! I know.” Matt’s arm reached out for something, anything. His finger brushed a pocket knife. 

With a sickening laugh, Matt opened the knife in one movement and jabbed it into Tom’s eye socket. With another flick, it was in the other, and Tom lay limp. A pool of sticky blood ran down his face, and a splattered red ran up Matt’s arms.

Matt fluidly jumped off the bed, a small stagger as one of his feet slipped on a stray article of clothing. He straightened and bounced into the Room of the next person on his little list. 

“Oh Edd~”