#fear serum

[alchemicalterror]

Happy Halloween Dr. Crane 🎃

[alchemicalterror]

Wtf is happening why are you getting hateful messages all of the sudden? You’re just vibing

Oh, much as I love to hear you adulation, friends…

[hdaes]

The girl dressed in blood

Allegiant oneshot, there might be a sequel feedback is appreciated!!! Set after Allegiant, if you’ve read it pls continue

Tobias injected himself with the fear serum and entered his fear landscape, breathing in a sigh of relief. He had snuck into the lab and stolen some along with an injection, and now he was back in his room. At least it gave him something to do, instead of just mope around all day and cry about the girl he loved and lost way too fast. He went through his first three fears, and prepared himself for the fourth, which was still the worst, which brought back not only unpleasant memories of his father that he would rather forget, but also the memory of how she had helped him through it. It reminded him of how brave, how strong, how fearless, how truly dauntless she was. And now she was gone. And he could barely say her name without feeling that all too familiar pain in his chest. The fourth fear came into existence, but it wasnt what Tobias had been expecting.

He stood a few feet in front of her, and as soon as he saw her, he forgot it was only a simulation. She was wearing all black, with her hair, which was long again, hanging around her face. She was beautiful.

He stood in shock for about two minutes and then he ran toward her, grabbed her by the waist and kissed her. Oh god. Oh god he had missed her so much, but now she was here and everything would be alright. He released her and spoke "Tris I-" It no longer pained him to say her name. She was right there in front of him. "You let me go"

Silence.

"You could have saved me. But you didnt" "No! No of course not! I-" he stepped away from her, shaking his head frantically, willing himself to believe the words that were coming out of his mouth, willing himself to believe that he was innocent. He stumbled away from her until there was a distance of about 6 feet between them, when his back hit something solid, a white wall that had popped out of nowhere. "You could have saved me! I’m dead because of you! You were too busy in the city to spare a single thought about how I might be doing, or how Caleb was, or even whether we were still alive! And you knew. You knew I would take his place. Why didnt you stop me from staying with Caleb, Tobias, why?" Now she was crying. Her tears raced down her face, and she shook, but she still looked so beautiful, and it would all be okay, because they always had their fights, and this one was worst than usual but it would be fine Tobias told himself. Maybe Tobias was losing his mind. Maybe he already had, but he didnt care. Here she was, standing right in front of him, and he had never been more thankful. Tris’ voice rose up an octave, and she sounded completely hysterical. "This is all y-" And suddenly, out of nowhere a gunshot rang through the air. And then another one. The bullets had pierced Tris’ skin. One hit her neck and the other hit her chest, splattering the ground with blood. She stood still, her mouth open, struggling to finish her sentence and then she dropped to the floor, like a puppet whose strings had been cut. Blood flowed out of her wounds impossibly fast, soaking through her black clothes and soaking her hair. Tobias should have run toward her and broken down, maybe then it would all have ended, but instead he stayed where he was. The blood travelled in an eerily straight line right towards him. It touched Tobias’ shoes and Tobias stood still. He just stood. Like if he stood still, it would all end. He felt something wet and sticky on his hands and looked down, afraid to see what it was. Blood coated his fingers, thick and red. It dripped off his fingers onto the ground, and as he heard the first drop of blood hit the white, cement floor, he screamed. He screamed, putting all his emotion into it, all his anguish, his grief, his anger, his hurt, his love, his desperation, his fear. His fear about how Tris was right. It was all his fault. He screamed a little louder. It was his fault she died. It seemed like centuries before he finally stopped screaming and the simulation ended.

Tobias had become addicted. He escaped to his fear landscape, getting through the first three fears, eager to see her face again, even though all she did was scream at him and how at the end of it, he would be reduced to nothing more than a weak, shivering, screaming wreck. Every single time. But at least he got to see her. And sometimes she wouldnt start talking till after Tobias had run to her and hugged her. He welcomed the feeling. The feeling that it was all his fault, because he knew it was, but no one else would admit it. Except Tris. After she had screamed, it was his turn. He watched the bullets that came from nowhere hit her and even if he tried to suppress his screams, he couldnt. Not after seeing the way she fell to the floor, helpless. She always ended up coated in blood, like a dress. The girl he loved so much, dying right in front of him, and him powerless to stop it.

Deep inside, he knew it was wrong. He knew it wasnt his fault and that he couldnt have saved her. He knew she wouldnt have wanted him to leave Uriah’s family for her. He also knew that it was also the only way he had to see her, and that was worth anything the world could throw at him. Something no one knew about Tobias Eaton was that he was very self-destructive and what better way to destroy himself, than put himself through this? Maybe his mental pain would manifest into a physical pain and he would physically destroy himself, and get to see her again, for real. But that would be too much to hope for, especially for him. The simulation had turned into his getaway. He stole more and more fear serum from the labs and soon he knew someone would notice. But he didnt care. It had become his drug, and he needed it like he needed oxygen to breathe. The simulation had quickly become his hell and his heaven.

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[aaliyah-connors-blog]

Dear Father... (Fear Simulation Event)

Aaliyah had arrived at the academy, fully expecting a normalish day for her. Go around unoticed, and just get on with iit. However, clearly this was not the plan. Her name was third of the list to enter the simulation today. Her eye's widen a little, a few of her fellow classmate who had undergone this 'simulation' had come out, very on edge and affected by it. Aaliyah wasn't looking looking forward to whatever was going to happen in there. Even through Aaliyah had not the slightist idea what was to happen she knew it would not be good. 

Aaliyah walked slowly towards the room in which she was to sit the simultion in. As she sat outside the door on one of the seats arranged, a woman walked out and handed her a form, without another word or look her way the woman disaperred. "Thanks" Aaliyah muttered, keeping her eyes downcast. Only when she went to pick up the pen, did she realise that her hands were shocking. Aaliyah gasped, forcing her hands to remain as still as possible. She could not show weakness, not now, not ever. Gritting her teeth, Aaliyah filled out the form quickly and placed it down beside her. With this, the door in front of her swung open and Aaliyah stood up at breakneck speed. "Aaliyah Connors?" A male, dressed in all white asked "It is time to enter". Aaliyah gulped nervously, and stepped forwards into the room. 

The room in which she stood was mostly bare, apart from a table in the far left corner. Aaliyah spun around, looking about her. The entire room was painted a brilliant white, which blinded her slightly. Shielding her eyes with one of her hands, Aaliyah noticed a door open. Out stepped a woman dressed in the same colour white, so she blended into the walls. "Are you all trying to blind me?" Aaliyah asked, before noticing the needle in her hand. The woman walked straight up to her, "Do you have any questions and are you ready to start?" the woman asked. "What's going to happen?" Aaliyah asked, as the woman puled up her sleeve and placed the cold metal of the point onto Aaliyah's skin. "That is for you to find out" She replied, pushing the point in, and pressing down on the syringe. She winced slightly, before her whole world went black and she fell downwards. 

Aaliyahs eye's fluttered open, and she was no longer in the white room. She found herself in a theatre, none of the seats were filled, and she was alone on stage. Rubbing her head, she stood up and used the wall behind her to steady herself. "Aaliyah?" Her father's voice called to her as her stepped out from behind the curtain, "Haven't I told you not to play in my lab?". Aaliyah gasped, and tears welled in her eyes at seeing her father again. Completely forgetting that she was in an simulation, Aaliyah began to rush forward too embrace him. 

Her happiness was short lived as some of the people she had seen around the academy stepped out from behind the curtain. In the middle of them stood Peter Parker. "Aaliyah told us all about you..." They all hissed simultaneously "About your experiments, about the fact that you can turn into a lizard. Everything". Her father turned to look at Aaliyah, betrayal sketched onto his face. "Please daddy, believe me, I did not!"  Aaliyah yelled, her heart breaking.

She turned back towards the people who had assembled, in the theatre. The two girls she had meet before, Lyra and Lira were stood there, vicious smiles on their faces. That... didn't seem like the two she had meet earlier. Peter stepped forwards and raised a gun towards her father's head. "Say goodbye to him" Peter smiled coldy. "No" Aaliyah screamed, rushing forwards. Peter swung the butt of his gun around to hit her in the face, Aaliyah grabbed his hand before she hit her, but before either of them react the room seem to swirl, and Aaliyah's head began to pound, 

Closing her eyes for a brief second, she opened her eye's to another scene. It was the room she was in before, and she was facing opposite to both Peter and her father, her idol and the one who raised her. Both had guns raised at her, and in her also raised arm she held a gun. A cold voice echoed through the room, "Shoot them or they will shoot you". She gasped and her eye's filled with tears, "I can't". "Shoot them or they will shoot you", the voice echoed once more, "I will give you to the count of five...1...2...". Aaliyah eye's glanced down at the gun she held, and memories came flooding back. Her father teaching her, reading her stories, protecting her when bad dreams came. Peter giving her hope. She couldn't. "3...4...". Aaliyah gulped, this was it. Looking down, she dropped the gun to her feet, and tears spilled from her eyes. "I'll always love you Father, I'll never forget you" Aaliyah whispered closing her eyes. "...5...". The sound of two gunshots echoed through out the room, and once again everything went blank.

Aaliyah sat up bolt right, sweating and with tears running down her face. She curled herself into a small ball, and sobbed into her knees, unable to comprehend what had just happened. The door opened, and one of the female's dressed in the pure white entered the room with some water, Aaliyah covered her face and bolted from the room. Unable to stand another minute in there. She didn't care if she failed, that was pure torture.