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enigmaticnightmares reblogged your post enigmaticnightmares replied to your po... and added:
//yeahhh i feel ya. never heard of a school having prom in the middle of the week, though…
it's because my school's really small and i think they get a discount if they do it on a weekday at the place prom is at since like under 200 people go each year
enigmaticnightmares replied to your post: half my school is probably still at pr...
//prom is kinda boring anyway :/
it may be boring but it's more interesting than being home and going to school the next day
You're My Favorite Monster
Jen laid on the bed of her room. Technically a storage room the master let her borrow, but her room in a way. Tears were drying on her cheeks as she stared at the ugly paint cracked walls. Her heart broke and her mind was driving him crazy.
"I guess I better start packing my stuff..."
"Not if they've got any sense..." he said, cocking the weapon and looking down at her. "No one's a better shot than me." He smiled reassuringly and then examined the hardened foam. "You should be feeling an anesthetic settling in... Numbness. Once the pain stops, let me know, and I'll get us home."
As soon as the words left his mouth she wanted to let lose a loud bitter laugh, though she didn't have the strength for that. Seemed like this little curse would follow her to the ends of the earth. "Um... I hate to be the barer of bad news... but it's not going... to settle in." She shifted slightly, sending a jolt of pain up her side. Her eyes screwed shut and her fist clenched at her side. She was still for a moment, trying to relax and not move. A shaky breath left her and she found the energy to speak again. "I'm immune to anesthetics... painkillers... knockout gas... etcetera." She blinked slowly, feeling both weaker and stronger at the same time. Like some weird limbo of sorts. "I'll heal... but the pain isn't going to go away anytime soon... Oh the joys of being me."
Quickly, the Master dug the needle into her side and tugged the trigger. A yellow-green foam built up in the wound and then hardened, stopping the bleeding. "I hope you don't mind... I took some of your DNA and programmed it into a set of nanogenes. Just relax for a bit, and then we'll go home." He put the needlegun away took out a regular pistol, keeping an eye out.
She winced, gritting her teeth to keep from making any noise. Once she could feel the foam-stuff hardening she let out a shaky breath. "Kind of hard to be bothered by it, when it's keeping me from dying... but next time just ask. 'kay?" Her head was beginning to feel clouded and light from blood loss. Her eyes drifted down to the pistol in the Master's hand and she shuddered. "You don't think... they'd follow us... do you?"
"You're my friend--your well-being is always important..." he muttered, angrily. He took a syringe gun out of his bag and set his gun down. "We really should be more careful, eh? Now, close your eyes. This isn't going to hurt at all."
"Heh. Somehow... I doubt that." she groaned, but did as he asked anyways.
//tag testing
"You've had too much to drink. I'm taking you home..." he put his shoulder underneath Fleshy's arm and hoisted him into a standing position. "Can't believe I found you here, of all places. What on earth got into you?"
"What hasn't gotten into me?"
He snorts, head lolling from side to side, his joke causing empty joy and infinite guilt.
