Things have calmed down only a little bit as teens are eventually able to go home as the process of questioning every single teenager in town continues. The cops clearly believe that someone in the school in responsible for the deaths of two students, breaking into a house and brutally attacking them.
"So, are you gonna tell us how you did it or not?" Charlie asks Y/N as most of them hang around near the old fountain in the middle of the square, taking a moment to finally relax after getting drilled with numerous questions. All of them pretty much watch the news vans delivering more statements about the murders or pack up. "I mean, you have any idea how long we've been wanting to knock ourselves out so we can get actual sleep at night?"
"It wasn't a prank." Y/N insists while giving him a look. "I didn't make it up."
"No offense, boy, but you're, like..... the quiet best friend with the most boring life." Olivia brings up as she stares at him with at least one brow raised. That statement can apply to pretty much all of them, excluding Jill, of course. "Why the hell would anyone target you specifically after killing Marnie and Jenny?"
"I don't know. Who deleted everything on my messenger?" Y/N shrugs in frustration as he pulls up his device once again, showing just how blank the whole thing is now. "Probably to make me look crazy."
"Then I give him five stars." Olivia remarks with a blatantly skeptical face. Y/N just sighs and leans his buttocks against the hard edge, knowing that there's no way he can make anyone believe him. Morris said it better herself.
He glances over at Kirby who's on her stomach, though she stares back at him with that mixed expression on her face, which still makes his heart ache.
"Actually, he brings up a good point. Why would the killer call you and Jill?" Robbie questions out loud as he then points towards the sexy girl herself with a suspicious look. "Maybe you two are the killers, this generation's Billy and Stu."
Everyone gives him weird looks, mostly because the idea is near impossible to be true. And for Charlie, it's for him thinking that two girls could pull something off this huge.
Trevor sneaks around the fountain and kneels behind Robbie. Hearing him accuse Jill, he smacks him across the back of his head. "Maybe you got shit for brains."
"Ow! Inappropriate...." Robbie mutters as he fixes his headset, his most prized possession, so it doesn't fall off. Trevor then looks at everyone and sees that one person is still missing.
"Where's Jill?"
"Playing house to the Angel of Death." Olivia answers with a shrug, clearly not envying the girl's situation in the slightest. Sidney will no doubt be stuck to her cousin like clue, given how much family she's lost.
"Heard some rumors about Y/N faking an attack on himself just so he could be questioned like our old friend, Billy Loomis." Trevor brings up as he eventually sits himself down on the fountain, resting himself on his shoulders. He looks at the man of honor with an amused look. "What the heck's going on with that?"
"It wasn't fake. It actually happened, I'm serious." Y/N passionately insists. Though, with everything going on, even he's starting to think that maybe he's just going crazy. Like Tom and Axel in both versions of My Bloody Valentine. "Isn't there blood mists or something? Like Dexter? Can't they check that?"
"This is a small town with a cheap police force, I doubt they have anything like that." Charlie tells him with a shake of his head.
"And if they did but didn't find anything, it was probably because it wasn't there." Olivia also adds with a pointed look towards Y/N who drops his head.
"Great....."
Trevor leans forward with a serious look. "Y/N, listen, you do know that actual non-movie people are dead, right?"
"Yes, I'm aware! I'm not an attention-starved jackass." Y/N responds with his eyes heated red, making the guy back off. "In fact, after what just happened, I should stop by and get some pepper spray and a taser."
"Make sure to add it to the rest of your girlfriend repellent." Olivia quips with a cheeky smirk. And almost everyone in the group laughs while Y/N facepalms himself.
"Thank you, that means a lot." Y/N sarcastically mutters as he rubs his face. "What about those calls to Olivia and Jill from the Stab voice this morning? Sounds a lot like Charlie."
"Or you." Charlie deflects, easily pointing the suspicion right back at him. "Where were you last night, by the way?"
"I was sacrificing sleep to finish that accursed Othello paper. You know, the one that's now put in evidence and I'll never get back." Y/N confidently testifies before everyone then turns towards the jealous ex-boyfriend. "What about you?"
"I was at home, sleeping like a baby." Trevor claims as he lays himself down on his back, looking rather convinced about his innocence.
"I just don't understand why the killer would call you guys and not me." Kirby mentions out loud, looking at the others like a perplexed detective feeling a little left out. Y/N softly smiles at her phrasing.
"Well, probably just called Olivia and Y/N for a good time." Robbie guesses theoretically. Y/N blinks rapidly and Olivia gives him a funny look. "Don't get me wrong, they're both sexy hot in their completely different and respective ways."
"Thank you?" Y/N utters, averting his eyes.
"But Jill Roberts? That makes sense, she's Sidney's cousin, blood relations." Robbie points out, to which Charlie and Y/N slowly nod in agreement. "The Grudge, Amityville Horror, Cape Fear, Halloween?"
"Okay, so who's the target here?" Olivia asks her with a confused shrug. "I mean, is it me and Jill or is it Sidney?"
"No, you can't kill Sidney. She's victim royalty." Charlie shakes his head, staring at them all with a movie-based glint in his eye. "You gotta hit someone close to her."
"Wait a second, it doesn't have to be Jill." Kirby points out seriously, causing everyone to turn to her. "Sidney Prescott's character has been gone since Stab 3. And plus, she's rejected her victimhood. I mean, she's practically slapped fate in the face."
"That's a really good point." Y/N responds with a genuinely proud smirk. "Yeah, Laurie Strode bit it in Halloween Resurrection. Ripley died in Alien 3. Not to mention Nancy Thompson way before those two. That's precedence." He references, and Kirby nods to him.
The two snap their fingers, staring at each other with the kind of expression that can last a noticeably long time. And it does.
Robbie does the Halloween theme song, Charlie does Jason Voorhees's sound cue (mispronounced), and Y/N does a perfect impression of the Jaws memorable suspensive music.
"Shut up, idiots!" Trevor barks at all three of them. He sits up, glaring. "This is real life, okay? This isn't a movie."
Y/N awkwardly sits straight. Forgive him for trying to find light in what is probably the worst day of his life. But he thinks that Trevor is right, the jokes may start to get out of taste.
Charlie looks back at him with a knowing smirk. "But one day, it will be."
"Well, time for someone new to die." Olivia quips with a sharp exhale. One thing they can all agree on is that Marnie and Jenny won't be the only teenagers they'll be talking about this week.
Y/N shifts before noticing literally everyone.
"Why are you all staring at me?!"
"Y/N, I know you're into the movie and all, but now would be a really good time to make a move."
Y/N L/N was ordinary, quiet, shy, and to hi
Y/N L/N is not Final Guy material, so what is he going to do when he's roped into a real life Slasher movie? How is he going to survive, score his one last chance at getting the girl (Kirby Reed), and host a movie marathon, all white being suspect number one?
A shadowy figure lurches around the shelves. Y/N is now on defensive mode as he tries to flash them but fails every time.
Rattle!
Y/N snaps his head and flashlight in that direction in hopes of catching the stalker, but it turns out to only be the bird cage bumping against the shelves.
When he turns his head back around, he comes face to face with the person that's been watching him.
"Damn it!" Y/N curses as it only ends up being Chanel Oberlin who impressively doesn't squint or blink after getting his flashlight shined directly at her face. "I thought you were the....."
"Don't count your blessings just yet, know-it-all." Chanel tells him as she flashes her own flashlight under her chin to give herself a villain's silhouette. "You're a snoopy little bugger. I don't like snoopy little buggers."
Y/N doesn't really care about that line, not trying to pick fights with a lady, even if it's Chanel. "What is all this stuff?"
"This is where Kappa keeps all its darkest secrets." Chanel answers as she shines her light on all of the numerous stuff in the basement like she's been hit with a wave of nostalgia. "And now that you've seen them, I have to kill you."
The shock from Chanel #2's murder in front of him kicks in. The second she says this, Y/N grabs a knife from one of the shelves.
"Would you please? I'm kidding." Chanel tells him with a judging look as if embarrassed for him for thinking she was actually threatening him. "And you know that thing's probably super dull. I doubt it would do much."
Y/N growls as he pulls it away, putting it back where he found it. "Unlike you, I actually have emotions, so maybe ease up on the jokes."
"Oh, don't be so dramatic." Chanel mutters. Which is extremely ironic, coming from her.
"What's with the bloody dress?"
Chanel lets out an irritated sigh, but the idea of telling a spooky story to him in a dark basement is too tempting an offer to pass up.
"Allegedly, like, twenty or so years ago, a girl did in that tub." Chanel reveals as she shines her light over it. "It wasn't down here then. It was up in one of the bathrooms. She had a baby during the party, and the sisters led her bleed out because they were having so much fun."
"That's awful...."
"I don't know. Supposedly, it was a super fun party. Anyway, her dying isn't even the best part." Chanel claims as she looks down at the tub as if knowing exactly what happened even though she was never or just born by then. "The best part is how they supposedly covered it up....."
"Hey!" Y/N snaps his fingers again. "I said no flashbacks."
Chanel exhales. She really wanted to tell that one. "Ms. Bean found the body and told Munsch, who supposedly covered the entire thing up."
"Dean Munsch covered it up?" Y/N quotes her as he glances back at the tub again, disturbed. "Why am I not surprised about that?"
"I think it's all crap." Chanel voices her opinion with a head tilt. "Just a myth."
Y/N softly chuckles, squinting at her. "Do you?"
"Don't give me that look. You can't possibly think this is connected to what happed to Chanel #2 and Tiffany something." Chanel criticizes him with a dismissive giggle. "Let's face it, you don't have to go back twenty years to find someone the sisters here pissed off enough to go homicidal on us."
Y/N presses his lips angrily together. He definitely can't argue with that.
"Did you think their bodies would be down here or something?" Chanel finally realizes as she steps forward, scanning his entire expression. She gets a little bit of a kick out of it as Y/N does a terribly job hiding it. "You think I'm the killer?"
"You haven't really done a good job at convincing me otherwise."
"If I wanted someone died, I wouldn't hide it. Stay out of my business, James Bond." Chanel demands, now genuinely threatening him. "Because if you don't, I can easily make your life here a living hell without getting in trouble with the Dean."
"Yeah, you keep saying stuff like that...." Y/N notes as he to takes a step forward, closing the personal space between them. "But when are you actually going to back it up?"
Chanel softly giggles as she holds out her hand. "Give me my key back."
Y/N's face is stoic, keeping strict eye contact as he pulls out the key and roughly plants it into her hand. Part of him is trying to intimidate her even though he knows it isn't going to work.
"For the record...." Y/N reluctantly brings this up. "I think breaking up with Chad was the right move."
"I said stay out of my business, dog breath." Chanel hisses before shouldering past him towards the door. He probably shouldn't keep his hopes up anyway, considering how weird their relationship is. He might end up taking that back.
"Why do you have to be such a bitch, Oberlin?"
This specific line makes her stop in her tracks, at least for a few moments. Y/N wants to think that she's actually wondering that herself, but he knows better than to be that optimistic about her. She doesn't verbally respond before leaving the basement.
But surprisingly, she lets him walk out without much fuss before locking it back up.
When Y/N's twin brother is murdered by The Red Devil, he makes a last-minute enrollment to Wallace University in hopes of figuring out who t
A slasher mystery that also turns into a spoof of almost every horror, romcom, and even fanfic trope in the book involves Y/N trying to solve his twin brother's murder while also dealing with a wacko world full of exaggerated stereotypes.
"Hold on a second, isn't that the camera guy?" Hallie recognizes out loud, while Sid's face tenses the second she and Y/N make eye contact.
"Y/N...." She says the name out loud before immediately breaking away from the girls to go and confront the 'camera guy'. Although he looks just as casual as everyone else in the party, he grows ever more nervous the closer she gets to him. "Hey."
"Hi." Y/N greets back as he tries to give her that smirk of his, but immediately breaks it when he reminds himself of who he's facing. "I didn't think I would find you at another one of these, but yet again I guess party massacres is kind of like lightning striking twice. There's a very unlikely chance it will happen again."
"What do you want?" Sidney flat out interrogates him, giving him a serious look that demands for him to get to the point. Y/N lets out a small sigh as he mentally scolds himself for thinking that the 'confident jock' act would still work after all this time.
"I'm sorry, about what happened with Gale. I really am." Y/N drops the walls and apologizes to her, not hurt at all when Sid raises a skeptical brow, considering who she's talking to, a guy that once was trying to intimidate her every change he got. "It was stupid, it was an ambush, and I wish I had a really good reason to give you, like I didn't know you would react that way, but...... I knew what I was doing." He confesses with a face that knows what he did wrong. "So.... I'm sorry."
Sidney's tongue presses against her cheeks, glancing around as the silent way she expresses her feelings scares Y/N more than all of those creepy-ass phone calls they used to get. "Do you work for her now?" She queries him, obviously referring to Gale Weather.
"With her, big difference, but...... yeah." Y/N admits with a shrug, not that afraid to admit it since it's kind of the best job he's ever gotten in his life. "She gave me a job, you know? Freelance. To get out of Woodsboro, I couldn't go through another senior year at Woodsboro High, and...... my dad has been on the low end since..... since Billy died that I realized I couldn't really depend on him all the time. I needed to show that I could take care of myself." He explains as he knows this is going to sound very ironic, coming from him. "Look, Gale is...... ambitious, but she can be nice too."
"You know better than me, I guess." Sidney remarks with eyes that are obviously flashing back to the surprise interview that ended with her smacking the mentioned reporter back down another peg.
"Okay, yeah, I know. The Cotton thing earlier is definitely going to be put in Golden Razzberry Awards in the interview category." Y/N acknowledges with a sheepish glance downward. "It was a bad idea, I knew it was a bad idea. I just...... don't be mad at me, yet, at least, please?" He pleads with an anxious wince coated all over his face. "How mad are you?"
Sidney's face softens up a bit as she finds herself staring at a really different Y/N Loomis than the one she knew many years ago. She didn't think he would be this modest and sheepish, standing in front of her. "No double-downing, really?" She questions him, almost unable to believe it.
"I got..... heavily humbled by this girl who saved my life by dumping a television on a guy who was declaring his gay love for me while choking me out." Y/N explains with a shrug that says things have changed, though there's still some of that vulgar areas of him still remaining. Despite herself, Sidney ends up smiling.
"It's good to see you again." Sidney tells him, earnestly meaning it too, and Y/N smiles back.
"Good to see you, too, Sid." He tells her just in case he forgets to ever mention it. Then, he eyes all of the glasses and cups in the people's hands. "You want me to get us some drinks? Or...... are you straight edged after the whole-"
"Let's do it." Sidney instantly accepts as she grabs his hand and pulls him elsewhere in the party, Hallie and the sisters watching the two go with different types of smiles on their faces.
"Get it on, sister....."
"You can't die, Y/N.... I need you."
The small town of Woodsboro was left haunted after the brutal murder of Maureen Prescott, a homicide de
Scream 4 has been added to this story, and it's also officially complete. For an easier read of this story, please give me some support by reading it on Wattpad!
My god this fic is getting hella filthy, yall are gonna enjoy this—especially those who been wanting to write top reader although not technically top since power bottom
Jinxed || Creepypasta & Marble Hornets x Male Reader
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Extra Tags: Slow Burn, Polyamory, Toxic Yaoi
Content Warnings: Extreme Blood, Gore and Violence. Cannibalism. Cannibalistic Thoughts. Suicidal Thoughts and Suicide Attempts. Psychological Torture. Psychological and Emotional Abuse. Abuse of Authority. Implied/Referenced Abuse. Stalking. Kidnapping. Stockholm Syndrome. Slurs.
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Pride Special 2026 - Bitch I’m Gay
Note:
Happy Pride my fellow queer brothers!
I got the random motivation to post something after not really having the time to write a full chapter in a long while. And these special chapters act as practice for things and moments I want to explore later on in the story.
I wanted to explore polyamorous dynamics for potential endings as I realize it's not something that's really seen in fanfics. You spend the whole story chatting it up with everyone only to have to choose in the end. Or the misleading love triangle. Nah. I want em all. All at once. We're all in this together type shit. We all love each other.
So I've written two scenarios. The first is Jeff x Reader x Toby. The second is EJ x Reader x Liu.
This special does contain spoilers for a major plot point for the middle of the story [yeah. the middle. like end of act 2 start of act 3 middle... and who knows when that'll be written.] so keep that in mind if you read this.
And now I have some news!
This story will be back on track soon. I took a boot camp class for IT Support and it has taken up most of my time. However I graduate next month so by August I should be back to full time writing. I have still been planning this out in the background so I've got plenty of foundation for the next handful of chapters. I'm hoping it's enough material to create a consistent upload schedule but we shall see. No promises.
Second, Jinxed will now be posted to AO3, Tumblr and Wattpad [some time tomorrow or Monday]! The links to these accounts will can be found in my bio. Also I have created a Saucepan account. Originally I was going to use Janitor AI to make bots based on Jinxed and its universe, as well as other Creepypasta stuff I wanna explore, but I've recently moved to Saucepan so I'll be making those there.
Third, I have a lot of random side content I've been thinking of for Jinxed. One shots, senarios, incorrect quotes, stuff like that. I also have a ton of scraps from both this version and the old version of Jinxed. However I wasn't quite sure where to put those and how I'd go about managing them.
So that's what Tumblr will be used for. The main story will be there but I'll also be posting any bonus content I come up with and want to share. And once I get everything situated and reach a flow state I'll open up my blog to Asks. That way you guys can ask me questions or send requests for one shots or any chat bot ideas you guys wanna see.
Anyway that's all from me. Once more Happy Pride my dudes.
And for those of you that skimmed through this or skipped it entirely (don't worry. I do that too.):
???: It's pride month! You know what that means!
***: …Huh? What, do you want me to like, possess gay people and become them? Or avoid them entirely?
???: … (:
***: What? What is it?? What do you want!?!?
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Jun ??, 20XX
Time is nothing here.
Days pass by in seconds. Hours pass by in years. The sun rises only for just a moment. Night feels eternal.
I'm starting to think this mansion exists on another plane of existence. The forests surrounding it are crawling with all sorts of creatures. Monsters seen only in nightmares or good horror movies. Animals that are not quite right. Psycho killers on a hunt.
And yet they insist we're still here. That I haven't been brought far.
You now as kids we always imagine what it would be like to have sharp teeth, claws, a tail, features more like an animal than a human.
…No? Just me? Ok then. Anyway-
I never thought what it'd be like if I were to actually acquire these features. What it’d feel like to transform.
What it’d feel like to truly take on a new shape and be reborn into a monster.
I wish I never wanted these things as a kid. Maybe if I were normal. If I were born right. If my mind had just been set straight.
Maybe I wouldn't be here again. Once more feeling ashamed for what I am. For who I am. Maybe I’d be spending my day flaunting my pride with a group of new friends. New normal friends.
Or maybe I’d be off pretending to be a dude bro to fit in. Wearing a mask to hide my true nature. Fighting desperately to just be the same.
But I’m not.
And I never will be.
I’ll always be this fucked up, hot mess of a person.
I’ll always be gay. I’ll always act first and think later. I’ll always be just a little bit insane. …Ok, very much insane.
That's just who I am.
So maybe…maybe I should embrace the monster I have become.
After all, it's all I’ll ever be.
It’s just that now, my insides, are my outsides. (???)
(really thought I ate with that one huh?)
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[name] stared awkwardly at his nude body in the mirror.
It had changed quite a bit.
Taller. Limbs seemingly stretched to make room for what was now inside him.
Thinner. Body squashed to contain himself. Bones visible underneath skin pulled tight.
Small tares had formed in places where his body was exceptionally shifted; scarring over almost instantly and forming an intricate pattern along his body.
Almost like the rips were intentional.
His skin seemed to be taking on a grayish and white tint, rapidly losing color. He resembled a ghost. A dead man walking.
Before this his muscles had grown well defined. He was visibly stronger, larger, no longer possessing the body of a gangly teenager mid puberty.
But now…?
He looked frail. He looked sick. He looked fatigued.
But he felt strong. He felt hungry. He felt restless.
‘ “Your body won't behave normally for a long while. Expect it to shift and change drastically as it adjusts to the changes.” ’
‘ “Your figure will fill out eventually. You may not feel it but you are in a severely weakened state. Drained. Yet so full of life at the same time.” ’
The Jacks had said that to him.
It was confusing. There were three Jacks in the mansion. EJ. LJ. And JN, or GJ or even SJ as some jokingly called him.
Doesn't help that they all prefer Jack on a personal level. Thankfully they're all distinctly different so it's easy to tell them apart, even in conversation. But still mildly confusing.
‘Jack…the dead one. Wait- they're all kinda dead in their own way aren't they?’
'Whatever. Ghost Jack said my body will be surging with power. But if I dared to give in to it while my body is in this fragile state I could seriously injure myself.’
‘I’m basically an anime protagonist. I have all this power at my fingertips and yet I can't control it. I’ll get hurt if I try, even after all the training I did to prepare for it…’
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Jeff The Killer & Ticci Toby: How to Cuddle your Now Cryptid “Friend”
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Jeff stood outside [name]’s room lost in thought. The former man had holed up in there for days; hardly ever leaving. Eventually he had resorted to not eating, so he'd never have to leave.
As much as he hated to admit it, Jeff was slightly worried for his… “friend”. He wasn't quite sure how to view [name] after all that had happened. When things had started to feel real. When he’d stopped acting.
Either way, [name] was a close companion to Jeff. And he was greatly concerned for the other's health.
He’d seen this spiral before; been through it himself. But he didn't know how to manage it. What exactly brought someone back. What had to be said to make them feel better.
For him it was easy. Stick a knife through some flesh, whether it was his own or someone else's, and get over it.
But [name] was new to this. The blood on his hands was still fresh. And he had only just begun.
“H-he’s not… no-not leaving there. You kn-know that… Right?”
Toby spoke suddenly.
“I know. That's kinda why I’m here.”
“F-force… him out?”
“Exactly.”
Toby turned his attention to [name]’s door. It wasn't locked, he wasn't allowed to do that yet, but no one had dared enter. Except for EJ, one of the few who could handle [name] in his current state.
The two had suffered quite a similar fate. What [name] was currently living through, EJ had already experienced.
The demon had warned it’d be best to give [name] space. Let him resolve things on his own.
But it had been almost a month now and Slenderman was getting impatient. He still had much work to do on [name], before he'd be satisfied.
“To be… to be honest. Th-the big man… is g-getting impatient. Th-there's still… still more progress t-to be ma-made.” Toby huffed, walking away.
“So where the fuck are you going then?”
“Kitchen. My room. Back here.”
Jeff paused, watching Toby leave. It took a moment for him to realize what the man's mission was. Then he remembered something EJ had mentioned.
‘ “Throw a shirt at him or something.” The demon grumbled, rummaging through a cabinet full of medical supplies. “Something for him to cling to. Something with your scent. He has to relearn to get used to you.” ’
At the time, Jeff thought it was utter bullshit. At the end of the day, it was still [name]. He was different, sure, had some new additions, but it was still his body. Surely he'd remember the moments they'd spent drunk in the woods.
‘ “Yes it's still [name]. But he’s far different now. Much more like an animal than a human. I don't expect you to understand but, think of it this way, he's kinda like your brother in a sense.” ’
‘ “Liu is still himself most of the time. But there's something darker just underneath. Almost always active. Likely always listening. A different person entirely just on the other side. And while it's still Liu’s body and still his mind; it's not really him is it?” ’
And as stupid as it sounded Jeff still found himself collecting various materials. A sweater he'd stolen from [name]. One of his own, slightly less bloodied, hoodies. And a box of snacks he'd always steal for the man.
Toby and Jeff met back up in front of [name]’s room, hands full of various items. They nodded at each other once before Toby knocked on [name]’s door, knowing no one would answer.
As expected, silence greeted them.
Moments later Toby opened the door slowly, remaining at the doorway until [name] was located.
The room was trashed, or as trashed as possible considering all the furniture was nailed down and secured. Deep scratches covered the walls and floor, accompanied by the occasional dent. Clothes, both shredded and intact, were tossed around, laid out upon every surface. Most of them were caked in blood and crumpled up.
[name] stood naked in front of a full length mirror at the back left corner of the room. A pile of clothes laid at his feet, as if just taken off. He was slightly hunched over and a few paces back from the mirror, as his body was too tall to be seen in full up close.
His hair laid tossed around on his shoulders, bangs held away from his face by neon pink and purple hair clips, no doubt donated by Nina. A long tail, laid awkwardly across the floor behind him, occasionally brushing against the floor or twitching before falling limp again.
“Is this just what you do all day? Admire yourself in the mirror naked?” Jeff taunted, being the first to dare enter the room, “And when the fuck did you grow a tail!?”
[name]’s head snapped up, his now slightly pointed ears twitching at the unexpected voice. He bent backwards looking at the two from an upside down angle. “Just this morning.” He rasped, tail picking up off the floor. It hung awkwardly above the floor, swaying slowly like a chandelier in the wind of an old, cold home.
“Don't look at us like that. You look like Toby.” Jeff huffed, tossing the stolen sweater over [name]’s head. “Shit. Your room looks worse than mine. I thought you were a clean person.”
Toby elbowed Jeff harshly in the side, intentionally, and slowly approached [name], “When Jack said, throw a shirt at him, I don't he meant that literally.” The man grumbled, gently removing the sweater from [name]’s face.
[name] stared at Toby blankly. His eyes, previously dull with emotion, seemed to gain a bit of life and light for the first time in a while. He wasn't quite sure what to say, but it seemed his body did as he left out a small chuff.
The two stared in silence for a long while, saying nothing as they merely gazed into each other's dull eyes.
“Alright Romeo and Julian, we get it. You're both madly in love.” Jeff butted in, approaching the two, “I feel like a third wheel here.”
Toby punched Jeff in the shoulder, intentionally, before breaking his gaze with [name] to roll his eyes.
“I know you did that shit on purpose.” Jeff grumbled.
Toby ignored him and simply held out the things he'd brought.
A pullover brown striped hoodie, which was stolen from [name] way back in the beginning of their “friendship”, a random shirt he'd stolen from EJ and a bag of snacks.
“L-look. I know th-this isn't…i-ideal. An-and you probably… probably don't for-f. Forgive us. But… um.” Toby’s sentence broke off as he fell short on what more he could possibly say.
Feelings and relationships wasn't exactly something he had practice with. He could mask and pretend to like someone, but never truly cared. As for what he had with Jeff, that was a can of worms both refused to acknowledge.
“We're concerned. And sorry. And would like to, attempt to fix it.” Jeff mumbled, holding out his offering as well.
Toby nodded along, trying desperately not to snap his head in the wrong direction or mimic [name]'s pose.
“This feels like a peace offering to a greater entity you've angered.” [name] mumbled, tilting his head at the two.
“Yeah. Kinda what this is asshole. Weren't you just looking in a mirror?”
[name] smiled, his mouth stretched much further than it did previously, seemingly splitting open at the corners. His teeth were now all mostly sharp, with prominent canines, much larger and longer than his natural ones were. “I know. I like it. I should get mad at you two more often.” He practically growled, slowly picking his head up and straightening his body out.
Jeff only snorted as he tossed his hoodie, and the clothes Toby brought at [name], “Fuck off and get dressed bitch.” He grumbled, making his way to the other side of the room.
[name] stared at the clothes now piled around him, eyeing them intently. His tail twitched in curiosity once he recognized two of the garments, “You guys stole these from me all the way back at the beginning. I didn’t know you still wore them.” He hummed, putting on the first top he grabbed, along with his discarded boxers and shorts he didn’t remember ever owning. Likely a donation from another demon within the mansion.
“Why would I steal a sweater and not wear it?” Jeff said, glazing over his shoulder.
“Oh of course Julian knows all about romance. Maybe you should be Romeo.”
“Him being Romeo implies I’m the bottom. Therefore I do not agree.” [name] huffed, finally moving away from the mirror after what could have been days, if not weeks. “Besides. You guys are too psychotic to know a thing about romance.”
“Not true. Who said psychos can't love?”
“N-not that we… we can’t lo-love. More like…we lo-love i-in a… psychotic way.”
“Yeah. Like kidnapping me on Christmas and trying to kiss it better. Sane people don’t do that.”
Jeff and Toby winced at the tone of [name]’s voice. For a moment it seemed like he’d turn, go feral, and snap at them. Luckily for them, [name] only stalked past them flopping down on his makeshift nest of two old mattresses, a ton of pillows and blankets. The two watched the man turned demon gather the pillows and blankets, rearranging their positions.
[name] eventually sat down, leaning his back against the wall. “As much as I want to devour you both ass first I’m not in a cannibalistic mood. Consider yourselves lucky.” He snarled finally sitting down. Patting the empty space besides him with his tail he beckoned the two forward. “Come on. It’ll be just like old times.”
Seconds later the two joined him, placing the snacks off to the side like an offering at an altar. Toby sat on [name]’s left and Jeff on his right.
“Feels different. You're too tall now.” Jeff mumbled, trying to find the right position against [name]’s side, “And fuckin boney.”
"And who’s fault is that?” [name] teased, wrapping his tail around Jeff’s body, “You're just mad I’m taller than you now.”
“See? You get it.”
[name] deadpanned, tapping the side of Jeff’s head with the tip of his tail, “It’s giving, toxic masculinity.”
“I-I miss…yo-your shoulder.” Toby grumbled, trying to find the right spot against [name]’s new body.
Typically, Toby laid almost slumped over [name]’s shoulder. He had picked up a habit of resting his head in the dip of [name]’s shoulder whenever he got the chance. Whether it was while waiting in line at the dining hall, studying in the library or cuddling on [name]’s bed, his head always found its way to [name]’s shoulder. Most of the time this ended with Tody practically ragdolling over [name], slumped entirely into the man’s side and halfway on top of him. Granted somebody had to be on top of another for three grown men to fit on a twin xl mattress; no matter how thin it was still a tight fit.
[name] grumbled playfully, readjusting so he was laying down, “Fine. Since you both wanna complain so much.” He rolled onto his side, facing Toby, not feeling like having a big spoon, little spoon argument with the two, which would likely go one for an hour considering how stubborn all three of them were.
The three spent a moment getting comfortable, before chaos broke out once more.
“Nope. For once, this doesn’t feel right.” Jeff complained. He laid pressed against [name]’s back, his arms half wrapped around the demon, whose hair was falling over his face like an itchy veil. The demon’s tail had ended up between Jeff’s legs, coiling around his body like a snake. “For one. Your fucking tail Fuck off with it. Two? Your fucking huge.”
“Go fuck yourself.”
“I-I don’t… I don’t know about you, bu-but I’m per-perfec- …Perfectly fine.” Toby muffled, pressed against [name]’s chest and caged tightly by the demon’s arms. “Although I could be suffocating.”
[name] snarled and let go of Toby, rolling over and crushing Jeff beneath him. His tail uncoiled from the man's waist, instead wrapping itself around Toby’s leg. [name] repositioned himself, placing his hands on either side of Jeff’s head; his knees pressing against the man’s hips as he sat on top of him.
“This better for ya?” He sneered, baring his fangs, “Maybe you’d be better off with your mouth stuffed full.”
Jeff’s hands braced against [name]’s chest in a failed attempt to shove the demon off. Normally he could easily flip [name] over, and the two would tussle for a while. Now [name] was far too large and far too heavy for that.
“Never fuckin mind.” He mumbled, averting his gaze slightly, “Now get your fat ass off me!”
Toby snickered, watching the two swat at each other playfully. It was like watching a large dog trying to play with a cat. Obviously the dog was winning, but only because the cat let it.
“Fuck you Toby!” Jeff barked at him.
“Wha-what did I do?!”
“Not help me!”
Toby sighed before getting up, reluctantly, and decided to tag along.
However not in the way Jeff wanted.
Instead he flopped on top of [name]’s adding more weight. His chin found [name]’s shoulder almost instantly, and he dropped like dead weight, causing [name] to lean further against Jeff, his tail unraveling from the man's leg and helping brace his weight.
“Toby you bitch!”
“S-suck it…Loser!”
[name] laughed, leaning down to whisper in Jeff’s ear, “What's wrong Jeffrey? Afraid of being a bottom? Don't worry, I’ll be kind to you. For now.” He chuckled, fangs grazing Jeff’s ear as he spoke.
“Let hell I’d let you fuck me!” Jeff huffed, bringing his arm up around [name]’s neck, “Besides. That’d mean you'd have to let Toby fuck you. That man can't thrust to save his life.”
“No-n. Nah…fuckin-. Not true!” Toby retaliated, grabbing at Jeff’s hair and forcing his head back and muttering darkly, “And you of all people should know that.”
Jeff went silent, merely glaring up at Toby. His pale face was a light shade of red as he snarled at the male. Yet he had no verbal retaliation. And he sure as hell wouldn't double down.
Toby hummed in satisfaction, letting go of Jeff’s hair and patting the man’s head, “Though so. D-don't forget… who yer talkin to.” He huffed, rolling off of [name]’s back.
Sitting up Toby moved off to the side, grabbing the box of snacks Jeff brought. He took a handful, shoving them into his mouth without a second thought, then held the box out to [name].
[name] sat up and clambered off Jeff, sitting behind Toby and grabbing the box, repeating the man’s actions and then tossing the box at Jeff, who growled in response, but accepted the snacks.
“No beer? I’m surprised Jeff. You always bring a drink for your snacks.” [name] hummed.
“As if you need to be drinking right now. Stay sober bitch.”
“Oh yeah, give the unstable new demon alcohol. That won't flip on its ass instantly.”
[name] gasped in mock offense, looking over his shoulder at Jeff, “You think I can't handle myself like this? I’m hurt Jeff.” He whined, snatching the box back.
“Hey, Jack said it. Not me. I’m just relaying the message.”
“Su-sure. Blame…b-blame Jack for your… problems.”
“You shut your mouth.”
“Don't…don't make me top you. Un-unlike [name]…I won't be nice.”
Jeff huffed, chucking a pillow at Toby, who swiftly dodged it. Pausing for a moment Toby stared, and then snatched the pillow, bringing it down on Jeff’s head before he could react.
“Whore.”
“Slu-slut.”
“Cunt.”
“...H-hoe.”
Before Jeff could respond [name] hit both of them with the pillow, then returned it to its rightful spot.
“As much as I love watching you two go back and forth I don't want to watch you fuck right now.” [name] grumbled, setting the box aside, “Maybe later.”
“Bet.”
“Deal.”
[name] only rolled his eyes as he crawled back to the middle of the “bed” and laid on his back. “Now come here both of you before I actually do bite both your asses.” He huffed, side glancing both of them.
“I’m down for that.”
“Yo-you're down for…for an-anything.”
“Not anything. Just most things.”
[name] rolled his eyes as the two joined him once more, still going back and forth with each other.
Toby returned to [name]’s right side, resting his head on top of the demon’s shoulder, placing his right leg across [name]’s lap; to which [name] wrapped his arm around Toby’s shoulder.
Jeff placed himself on [name]’s left, resting his chin on top of [name]’s head, and wrapping his arms around the demon's neck. After a moment he placed his leg on top of Toby’s and his left hand rear the man's right. Toby interlocked his hand with Jeff’s while [name] wrapped his other arm around Jeff’s waist and wrapped his tail around both Jeff and Toby’s legs that laid on top of him.
The three laid in silence, save for the sound of soft breaths, heartbeats and the occasional tic and bone crack from Toby; simply enjoying the moment. Just like old times.
Despite everything that had gone wrong…
Despite everything that had been done…
[name] found himself unable to remain mad at Jeff and Toby for long. He couldn't throw away whatever it was they all had together. He’d be forever changed, sure.
But to be loved is to be changed.
In the year they'd spent together the three had formed some twisted form of romance; fit for the monsters they are. The darkness in their hearts had brought them closer to each other. A shadowy bond only people like them could form.
In their own darkness, they became each other's light.
“Thanks you two. Honestly, I can’t bring myself to stay mad. And seeing what happened to the others…this was the best possible outcome.” [name] mumbled softly.
“Tis nothin’ really. We're just that awesome.”
“A-anytime [name].”
“I love you. Both of you.” He whispered softly, keeping his gaze on the ceiling, not brave enough to meet their gaze, “Maybe…maybe you do know something about romance.”
Toby was the first to respond, looking up at [name]. “I guess we are Romeo and Julian. Er- well, there's three of us so maybe not. Uh…” He mumbled. Seconds later he leaned closer, placing a kiss against [name]’s cheek.
Jeff watched the two of them silently, lost deep in thought and fear. Eventually he broke through, nuzzling closer to [name], “I… I care for you both. Deeply.” He mumbled, pressing his lips to the top of [name]’s head.
“I take it back. You guys suck at romance.”
“Fuckin love you too bitch, damn!”
“L-love you…both.”
“Much better.”
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Liu stood in front of [name]’s door, contemplating his options.
He still held hope for [name]. Even after his sacrifice Liu prayed the man would overcome the demon inside him and force it out. He prayed every night, hoping God would give [name] the strength he needed to overcome this. But it wasn't enough.
[name] was starting to change.
[name] was starting to turn.
[name] was starting to fall.
Was it too late for the man? Was his faith in vain?
“Liu.” Eyeless Jack grunted, approaching [name]’s door. “If you're here to see [name] good luck. He's even turned away Toby and Jeff.”
“And you expect to get in?” Liu sneered, “I have faith that the lord will save him. He needs to know it is not over.”
Eyeless Jack snorted, biting one of his tongues to further prevent laughter, “You really don't know this guy, do you?” He said between snickers.
“Ah yes because having hope for the poor soul is absolute comedy. Of course you’d think that.”
EJ bit back a snarl at that comment, glaring down at Liu. “Look. This isn't about varying beliefs and opinions. This is about a young man who's been manipulated. Sacrificed. And is on the brink of insanity. I don't have time for this bullshit.” He grumbled.
Deep down, Eyeless Jack was right. There was no savior in this life. There was no god coming to rescue them.
There was only the eternal hell they’d all been damned to.
This wasn't the time for pretending it all away.
Liu sighed, averting his gaze, “Fine. You're right. I just wish there was something…anything.” He paused, quickly giving up.
“We damned souls are all we really have.” Jack mumbled, his tail brushing Liu’s leg. “It's best if we enjoy each other's company, instead of making our lives worse.”
“I know…”
It was a conversation they'd had before. In search of an outlet and a place to hide, the two had met frequently in the mansion library.
It was the one place few refused to go.
The louder residents preferred to loiter in the many halls, living rooms or empty spaces strewn across the mansion.
Those who sought calm had begun to gather in the library.
Eyeless Jack couldn't read. Not ever since he lost his eyes. Despite how hard he tried, no amount of power he held could return his sight. The best his body could muster was a faint darkened heat vision, giving him only vague shapes of the things around him for a small amount of time.
But the library was an old comfort from a time when he could read, and thus he found himself there in his darkest moments.
He could vividly remember the day he and Liu first spoke. The man had caught him attempting to read once more, and questioned his sight. From there Liu would on the occasion read something to him, as they shared conversation of various books they'd read.
Eyeless Jack shook his head slightly, he didn't have time to dwell on such matters. There were more important things on hand. Like the very unstable, newly reborn demon holing up in his room.
Eyeless Jack knocked like he always did. [name] never answered, but Jack still felt the need to show his presence. Seconds later he opened the door, activating his “vision” and searching for [name].
The demon had started attempting to hide from him.
Burying himself under his bedding or piles of clothes. Stuffing himself in the back corners of his closet. And even clinging to the ceiling.
However [name] hadn't been hiding this time.
Instead he was standing eerily still in front of a cool object.
Liu entered the room seconds after EJ, peaking around the demon’s large body, “Goodness [name]! What are you doing!?” He exclaimed, immediately turning to face the other direction.
“Is he doing something other than standing there?”
“You're looking right at him!”
“I’m blind.”
“Shit-! Right. Sorry…” Liu regained his composure, internally scolding himself for his negligence, “He's standing stark naked in front of the mirror.”
EJ perked up at that, turning to face Liu, “That's all? He could've been doing much worse. With your reaction I figured he was getting off or something.” The demon huffed, turning back to [name].
“He's indecent and that's an awful train of thought!”
“You’d piss your pants at the things I’ve caught him doing.”
Liu placed his hands over his ears, squeezing his eyes shut and shaking his head childishly, “Nope! I don't want to continue this sinful conversion!” He exclaimed.
EJ sighed and made his way over to [name] slowly, approaching him cautiously like one would an animal.
“Hey. What er you doin?”
[name] glanced at EJ through the mirror from the corner of his eye. He squinted at the demon, choosing to remain silent.
“I may be blind but I can still tell when you're looking at me.”
[name] let out a puff of air, averting his gaze back to himself.
EJ moved closer, standing just besides [name], but a bit behind him. The man, now demon’s height was much closer to his own. Before EJ easily towered [name], even though he was tall for a human. It would only be a matter of time before they were properly the same height.
Liu glanced over at the pair from the corner of his eye. This was the first time he'd seen [name] since the ritual.
Everyone except for EJ and the proxies were instructed to keep their distance from him for a while. It wasn't until EJ determined that his violence died down enough for others to see him.
But ever since he was given the clear, [name] had chosen to remain in his room. He wouldn't answer for anyone. Only EJ and the proxies dared to enter his room without [name]’s permission.
Liu’s eyes widened at what he saw. His brief glance from when he first entered the room didn't give much to his appearance. But now that Liu was really looking at him. Could [name] even be considered a man anymore?
His body had horribly deformed and misshapened itself. A long tail hung awkwardly from his body. His nails had sharpened into long claws and his hands and feet began to look more animalistic.
The person who stood before him was once a man.
But now? He was a monster.
Liu forced his gaze away once [name]’s eyes met his in the mirror. He felt ashamed of himself for daring to look that long and that hard. What would the lord think of his longing gaze upon this beast from hell?
“I wonder… What do you look like now?” EJ grumbled, wrapping his tail around [name]'s leg, “Would you mind describing yourself to me?”
[name] tilted his head back and to the side, looking up at EJ. He stared until EJ glanced down at him. “I’d rather not. Why don't you ID me like you did last time.” He grumbled, bringing his head back up. His tail twitched as if it wanted to move, but instead it went limp against the floor.
“If you say so.”
Liu’s train of thought was broken at that comment and he glanced over his shoulder once more. His eyes widened as he gawked at the sight.
“What are you doing?!”
EJ’s hands gripped either side of [name]’s face, long, clawed fingers tracing the lines of it. His thumbs pressed against [name]’s lips, cautiously prying them open.
[name] only stared blankly as EJ's hands explored his face. His only movement was parting his teeth and pressing his fangs carefully against the demon’s fingers.
“I'm feeling him. When we first met I had used our forced proximity to get a feel for his features.” EJ explained, “I am merely repeating that action.”
“Must you do so while he's naked?!”
“How else am I supposed to feel his body?”
[name] huffed out a laugh, his fangs clenching harder against EJ’s fingers to stifle any sounds.
Liu went quiet and turned around once more. He muttered to himself silently, contemplating why he even remained where he was in the first place.
EJ pulled his fingers from [name]'s mouth and looked in Liu's direction.
“Since this is too sinful for you to bear, why don't you describe him to me then?”
“Ah yes. You. Want me. To analyze a naked man's- Not even. A naked demon’s male body, and describe it to you?” Liu huffed in disbelief, “Have you lost your mind?”
[name] grumbled and twisted his body, turning almost impossibly far to look at Liu. “Screw off Liu. This is not the month for homophobic Christian bull shit.” He snarled, tail lashing.
Liu tensed for a moment. He was likely smarter than [name] in terms of fighting, but in raw strength? The newly reborn demon cleared. It made him reconsider, collect his thoughts and focus his energy elsewhere.
“Wait? Your birthday was last month. So what's special about this one?”
EJ snickers, although it sounded more like a lion's chuff, “Really? Even I know what month it is.” He hummed, his voice rising slightly in pitch.
“It’s pride month idiot.” [name] snapped, straightening out his body. His tail stopped lashing, wrapping overtop of EJ's which was still on [name]'s leg, “And you can't spell pride month without demon.”
Liu stared dumbfounded. How could he forget all the pain June has caused him, his brother and his friends? How could he forget the very teachings of this "demonic" month claimed by the sinners.
“Right… I must've blocked it out.” He mumbled, absentmindedly playing with his hair. It was longer than it'd ever been. Much longer than what he was taught was “acceptable”, “I'm still coming to terms with… well, this.”
“You have a tail? That’s new.” EJ commented, running his clawed fingers over [name]'s new appendage, “You're growing a lot faster than we initially thought.”
[name] shuddered, aggressively shaking his entire body at the sensation of EJ's hands on his tail, “I noticed it this morning…” He mumbled through gritted teeth.
“He's still incredibly thin and awkward looking. He hasn't filled out his new size.” Liu commented, walking over to the two. He rested his palm against the middle of [name]’s back, “His bones are still prominent and his complexion is fading at the edges of his body. He’s turning a bit grey with accents of a lighter grey, almost white in some places.”
“Interesting that he's going grey and white from his natural complexion. I assumed he'd take on a warmer tone similar to the demon’s.”
“That demon was reddish in color wasn't he. Maybe it's something to do with [name] specifically?” Liu pondered, looking at [name] through the mirror, “His skin is also scarred and looks like an intentional pattern. The curves are too intricate, like a tattoo. It’s not your average scarring.”
[name] tilted his head in EJ's direction, “How’d you know what he looked like?” He questioned.
“He found me in Limbo. Granted me his appearance.” EJ explained, tracing over [name]’s arm in an attempt to locate any scars, “It was weird. He gave me total vision for a moment. I didn’t think such a thing was possible.”
“...Do you think [name] could replicate that?” Liu wondered. He too had lost himself in tracing the scars along [name]’s upper body, “You made it seem like he’d retain quite a bit of that demon’s power.”
EJ thought for a moment as he traced [name]'s scars, “Maybe. We'll have to wait and see what happens with him.” He mumbled.
“You guys are overstimulating me. My body is weirdly sensitive for some reason, “[name] grumbled, shaking the two off him, “Enough fingering me.”
“Must you word it that way!” Liu exclaimed, letting go of [name]. “Has becoming a demon just made you more vulgar?”
“Yes actually.” [name] stated bluntly, “Besides, I'm far too gross for that stuff. I look like a dried up ringed out rag.”
EJ bit his tongues at [name]'s remark. He knew [name] meant it to be funny, but it felt wrong to laugh in the moment.
“Don’t say such things.” Liu said, placing a hand on [name]'s shoulder, “It's just…like a second puberty. Nature and what not. It'll pass as you grow.”
“And you're nowhere near as gross as I was.” EJ hummed, resting his head on top of [name]'s, “Hell, I'm still pretty gross.”
“Lier. You're hot.” [name] huffed, poking EJ's side with his tail, “Like ideal body goals hot. I'm certain the internet would love you.”
“They internet would fuck a rock if it had a pretty face [name].” Liu retaliated, patting his shoulder, “But I must agree. For a demon you are fairly attractive. You could've ended up like The Rake, or worse.”
“Flattery will get you nowhere with me.” EJ grumbled, lifting his head off [name]'s, “Besides. You've never seen my face. How could you possibly know it's attractive?”
“Because you have the body. You can’t have the body and not the face.” [name] turned around, looking up at him, “And if you're referring to your eyes, well lack thereof, I don’t think it's as bad as you say.”
EJ stared down at [name], looking directly into his eyes. He then glanced over at Liu who stood beside [name].
There were so many things Liu wanted to say, but he wasn't like [name]. He was weak. Ashamed of himself. [name] was a proud, bold, openly gay freak. He didn't care what the world thought of him. He'd speak his mind first and cringe later in his room at night.
But he still had the guts to utter the sinful thoughts in his mind. He didn’t cower to an all seeing, judgemental God. He accepted that being himself could send him to hell and instead chose to embrace it.
Maybe being sacrificed and turned into a monster was his karma. And while he was beat up over it now Liu could already tell [name] would bounce back and double down once his body was complete.
Liu on the other hand would continue to blindly chase the ideals his parents threatened him with. He chased the ideal of being holy even if it was too late and he was too far gone. He'd chase the potential comfort that awaited him. He'd pray that he'd done enough to be set free when he was eventually allowed to die.
EJ let out a heavy sigh. If there was one admirable thing about [name] it was his persistence. When [name] took a stand he defended it until the end.
It stirred something in EJ's heart, which he assumed was long gone cold and useless to his emotional regulation. It seemed even demons could suffer at the yearning of the heart.
Slowly EJ brought his hands to the back of his head. And even slower he released the buckles of his mask and lifted it off his face.
EJ met [name]'s eyes once more and then Liu's. He felt vulnerable, as if he was the naked one between the three of them. EJ settled his gaze on a deep set of claw marks in the wall beside the mirror, “Does your option still stand?” He muttered, claws digging into his mask, grasping for any sense of stability.
[name]'s jaw dropped in a silent gasp. He always tried to imagine what EJ's face could possibly look like. With how he spoke of it, [name] had assumed he looked like an uglier Voldemort or Bowser from the live action Mario movie the vast majority of the public didn’t know about. Or a really up close bug.
[name] was starting to wonder if EJ simply hadn't seen his face since the ugly days of his rebirth.
Liu always figured EJ looked awful. It was something he told himself to douse the flames of his attraction to the demon. Monsters are ugly both inside and out. And creatures of sin were the ugliest of all.
So why did EJ's face strike his fancy? Why did it make the flames of his feelings burn brighter, devouring any amount of sense that had been drilled into him since early childhood?
“Actually you've changed my opinion.” [name] stated, crossing his arms, “You're so hot that your miles outta my league. I'd watch you longingly from afar knowing you were just too pretty for me, and being by your side would be like a scar to your handsome face.”
Liu side glanced at [name], contemplating his thoughts. It was now or never. He could keep to the will of God and remain trapped within his own emotions until he broke or he could grow as a person and finally let it all go.
“W-what he said. Even without having ever seen your face I always knew you were fine.” Liu stammered, “I can’t believe I'm saying this but… I want you to be my greatest sin.”
“Well who's tainted now huh Liu?”
“Now is not the time. I'm denying my faith and years of training for you two! I'm drowning in my feelings and I would like to pull the drain so please. Just…don't penalize me.”
“...Damn. Sorry man.”
EJ stared at the two of them in disbelief. He knew [name] would likely double down to at least try to make him feel better. But something about his small bout of poetry hit harder than empty compliments.
And for Liu to accept his blind following of his faith was in vain and killing him slowly. For him to admit that EJ was the one he'd let it all go for…
The demon was stunned. He felt like he was back in college. The overwhelming emotion of following someone he was ready to risk it all for. How flustered and weak he felt being led along through the woods.
[name] tilted his head to the side. EJ was silent. He couldn't really tell where the demon was looking but it definitely wasn't at him or Liu.
His tail had unraveled slightly from [name]'s leg; the furred tip tapping against his thigh rapidly. Like how a dog would whip their tail when excited and create a calf destroyer. [name] was certain his thigh would bruise if EJ continued with this motion.
The tar that leaked endlessly from EJ's eyes seemed to rush even more as if imitating tears. Normally it'd take a while for the tar to reach the edge of his face. But now it dripped off in waves, creating a puddle on the floor that was sure to stain the hardwood and get trapped forever between the floor boards.
[name] stepped closer to EJ, his tail moving on its own and wrapping around the demon's waist. He brought his hands up slowly, resting them on the demon’s tar stained cheeks. It was hot to the touch and burned him slightly. He could only imagine the burns it'd left if his hands were still human,
“Jack…? You still with us hottie?” He questioned, poking the demon’s cheek, “Feeling alright in there?”
Liu walked over to the pair, standing at EJ's side. He leaned against the demon, rubbing his shoulders. He wasn’t quite sure what to say at the moment. He'd never learned proper affection and care. Especially not for another man.
EJ let out a shaky breath, clutching his mask tighter, “Thank you…I. I'm, uh. Fuck.” The demon mumbled, tripping over his words.
“Don’t worry. I get what you're trying to say.” Liu murmured.
“Hey Jack?” [name] questioned, pulling the taller demon closer, “Have I ever told you how much I love you?”
“Huh? No. All you've done lately is bite me.”
“...Right. Well. Look I'm really glad you've been here for me. This is…a lot. Thank you for putting up with me and walking me through this.” [name] murmured. He stood up on his toes to reach EJ's face as he leaned in, balancing his weight against him, “I love you. More than I can count. And I can count pretty high.”
[name] smiled, not that EJ could see it, but he did it anyway.
“I've always loved our time at the library together. Sometimes I wish we could stay there for all eternity in each other's company.” Liu whispered, bringing his arms around EJ, “I always wondered if I'd ever get over this silly crush of mine. But I don't want to. I want to embrace it.”
EJ's tail moved, wrapping around both [name] and Liu's legs, trapping the two against his body, “I told myself I'd never fall in love or trust someone with my heart ever again… But it seems I've failed that with you two.” He purred, resting his forehead against [name]’s.
EJ set his mask down on the nearby dresser, wrapping his arms around them both, resting his head on both their shoulders.
“I guess that means…that I love you both.”
“As do I.” Liu murmured, “I love both of you. Even if God doesn't approve. I'd be happier with you both in hell.”
“Yeah well we're already there Liu. That's what we've been trying to tell you.” [name] huffed.
“Exactly.” EJ murmured, “You've been here this whole time. You're already damned Liu.”
“Holy corruption.” [name] giggled, “At least let him down slowly.”
“Maybe I should start biting you back.”
“Wait no please! I love you guys!”
“Too late.” EJ growled playfully, gently biting [name]'s shoulder.
Jinxed || Creepypasta & Marble Hornets x Male Reader
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Extra Tags: Slow Burn, Polyamory, Toxic Yaoi
Content Warnings: Extreme Blood, Gore and Violence. Cannibalism. Cannibalistic Thoughts. Suicidal Thoughts and Suicide Attempts. Psychological Torture. Psychological and Emotional Abuse. Abuse of Authority. Implied/Referenced Abuse. Stalking. Kidnapping. Stockholm Syndrome. Slurs.
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Christmas Special 2025 - Bitch It’s Cold Outside
Note:
Lil later than I intended... but here's some fluffy hurt/comfort stuff, featuring the three characters you've met so far (plus EJ cause he's my favorite) and will get to know within the next few chapters, because this story won't have much of it for a long while; well a little in the beginning if you squint but most of it is fake. Technically still toxic because your kidnapped on Christmas and they caused the hurt but like- they're somewhat sorry. This is some of the best you'll get from these guys.
This short isn't cannon to the main story as the real version of this scene will play out differently; but something similar to this this will take place god know how many chapters later.
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It’s Christmas Eve. And instead of spending it with family or friends, he’s stuck with his kidnappers who he unfortunately has fallen for. It’s not his fault. They were attractive and lured him in with false kindness for months. They had spent months deceiving him and pretending they cared. They changed their behaviors and attitudes for him! They had gone so far, put in so much work, built trust.
Just to take him away.
And he doesn’t even know what they want from him.
He had his suspicions, all that training they were putting him through: they must want him to do something for them. But why him? And why put in so much effort? Why were they so nice to him? Why are they still this nice to him? It had been four days and they’ve been nothing but accommodating.
Why?
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Dec 24, 20XX
[name] stood completely still, gaze trained up at the stars and snowflakes falling around him.
How did he end up here? Where even was he?
He didn’t know. He’d never know.
[name]’s body idled for hours in a small clearing of the forest. Tall, thin trees surrounded him on every side; a thick fog concealing his figure. It had wandered aimlessly, expertly avoiding obstacles as though the man’s mind was conscious and its right ankle wasn’t in a fresh cast. It knew exactly where it was going.
Or did it?
The “dreams” Slenderman used to give [name] were no longer necessary, however the influence of the Slenderman’s powers still affected the man, occasionally turning him into a shell of a person driven by instinct. Remnants of these powers infecting his very being.
[name]’s mind awoke partially, slowly bringing him into reality. He could see, hear and feel. But he couldn't react; stuck in a sleep paralysis-like state.
‘Cold… It’s so cold.’
His body swayed, readjusting its positioning to take the weight off its broken ankle. Otherwise it remained standing, staring out into the forest.
Snow piled up around his ankles, his tracks long gone.
‘I can’t feel my fingers. Or my nose. Or my face. My hands. My feet. Legs. Chest. My ankle.’
His body wasn't dressed properly for the weather. A pair of sneakers, his pajamas and a thin sweater.
How [name] wished he was dreaming. How he hoped he’d wake up in his bed, body trembling, pain fresh in his mind, but still; in his warm bed.
He wasn’t sure when he’d ever see it again.
No. He knew he’d never see it again.
It was times like this when he wished he had listened to Tim. The man had warned him of his coming fate, at the expense of his own life. [name] might never see that man again. He was gone, like that.
It was an odd thing to come to terms with.
There was nothing he could do to save Tim. That man was always going to die. All because he wanted to save another life. All because he couldn't bear to see someone else fall victim to the Slenderman.
And [name] couldn’t even give him the satisfaction of accomplishing that goal.
He died for nothing.
‘I killed him… Oh Satan I killed him. He died for me. And yet here I am thirsting over my kidnappers and pretending it’s all ok.’
[name]’s body wavered, staggering forward. His body caught itself, avoiding a nasty fall. The last thing he needed was to wind up crumpled in the snow. The fall would be enough to break his current state, and all the pain would rush to his body.
He’d be lost with no way back, and unable to get up. He’d succumb to the cold and likely wind up buried in the snow.
Lost to this world. Nothing but a memory. And maybe, not even that.
Footsteps pounded through the snow, attempting to cover as much ground as physically possible. Muttered curses spilled from their lips, eyes darting to every dark corner of the forest. They shouted [name]’s name into the night, endlessly searching.
The Slenderman would have their heads if [name] wasn't found.
Eventually they came across a figure in a small clearing. Upon further approach they realized the figure was [name].
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Ticci Toby: Fine, I Care… A Little bit
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“[n]-[name]! Thank…thank fuck I fo-found you.” Toby grumbled as he walked up to [name]. “[name]?”
Toby walked around [name], stopping in front of him. He took one look at [name]’s cloudy and blank eyes and realized what was happening. He cursed under his breath, popping his shoulder and twitching briefly. Once he regained control of his body he quickly made a phone call to his fellow proxy, alerting him to the current standing of the search.
Hoody: He’s blanking? Running on instinct, generally unresponsive?
Toby: Ye-yeah. What…what sho- What should I d-do?
Hoody: Be clear and firm with him. He might fuss and refuse. If things get too complicated, pain will snap him out of it.
Toby: Clear an-and firm…Two thi- Two things I c-can’t be.
Hoody: Better hit him then. I’ll text the group, let him know you got him. Update me on his condition once you’ve got him back to the cabin.
Toby: …k
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Toby slipped his phone back in the pocket of his jeans, nearly dropping it from a sudden tic. He stared at [name] contemplating whether or not it’d be worth it to try and talk [name] down, or kick him down and snap him out of his trance.
[name] grumbled and turned away from Toby, staring out into the trees.
“Yo-you can’t…Fuck you. You can’t be o-out…out here.” Toby placed a hand on [name]’s shoulder, attempting to turn him around, “At least…no-not like th-this.”
[name] shrugged Toby off which prompted him to deliver a swift kick to [name]’s right ankle.
“Fuck off bitch. I-I don’t have…I don’t have time for this.” Toby grumbled, popping his knuckles, “Ne-next time I’ll kno-knock…knock you on the head.”
[name] let out a shout as he crumpled into the snow, missing Toby’s threat. His hands clutched his ankle, attempting to soothe the wound. Toby walked over and squatted in front of him, watching him intently.
“You…y-you back yet?”
[name]’s eyes snapped up to Toby, “Wha? Did you kick me?!” He snapped, sitting up on one hand.
“Yeah.”
“Why? What the fuck’s wrong with you?!?”
“A lot.”
“No shit Sherlock!”
“Not my fault.”
“That doesn’t give you an excuse!”
“An uncontrollable disability? Seems excusable to me.”
“You kicked me on purpose! That isn’t a tic of yours!”
“Tics can change and develop or disappear as things change. Don’t act like you know my disability better than me.”
“I- Ok. Whatever.”
[name] sat up, dusting off the snow from his body and hair, bringing his knees to his chest and crossing his arms over them. Toby stood up, stretching and leaning backwards until his back cracked. He held the position for a moment then stood upright, yawning.
“Ok. Let’s go.”
[name] didn’t move, choosing to hide his face in his knees and ignore Toby.
“I kn-know…I know you her-herd me. Le-lets. Go.”
“Why should I listen to you asshole? Even if I wanted to, I can’t walk.”
“You…y-you walked he-here.”
“In a fucked up trance where I couldn’t register anything.”
“The fuck you want me to do? Carry you?!”
[name] didn’t respond, instead choosing to flop over in the snow.
“I’d dr-drop y-you… if I did.”
Toby groaned and walked over to a nearby tree, taking one of his hatchets and slamming it into the tree.
“What the fuck is your problem?!”
[name] flinched, picking his head up and staring at Toby, “What’s my problem? What’s your problem?!” [name] slammed his fist into the snow, letting his legs straighten out, “And don’t you dare say everything you bitch!”
“What do you want from me?! I can’t read minds you dumb fuck!”
“What are you talking about?! You kidnapped me! I watched a man die! I got my ankle brutally broken by Jeff! I may hate my family but I’d much rather spend my Christmas with them then in a cabin full of psychos in bum fuck nowhere!”
Toby stared at [name] for a while, his head falling to the side and landing awkwardly on his shoulder.
“Th-this is ab- This is about ch-crist… Christmas? I figured y-you’d be hap-py to not hav-have ta see y-your mom.”
“This has nothing to do with Christmas you retarded fuck.” [name] growled, stumbling to his feet, “This has to do with you and the others spending months manipulating me and making me trust you only to kidnap me.”
“Ouch. We’re using slurs now faggot?” Toby huffed, ripping his hatchet from the tree, “We’re doing you a favor and saving you the abuse. You cried after coming back from thanksgiving. We tried asking you nicely to come with us. Are you blind or something? We’re helping you. You’ll be so much better with us. With me.”
[name] and Toby stared at each other for a long time, processing each other’s words. [name] broke the silence first with a sigh.
“You’re a dick Toby.”
“...Li-likewise.”
“I just don't get it. You claim to care about me but then you whip around, break my ankle and take me against my will.
“Yo-you we-re…you were in an abu-abusive situation. I was s-saving you from…that.”
“And this isn’t abuse?”
“It’s about intention. Y-your moth-mother…doesn't love you.”
“So what you're saying is you love me?”
“...I well. Um.” Toby stammered, unable to find the words to explain.
His silence said enough to [name].
“I knew it. You’re no different than she is.” [name] sighed and plopped back down into the snow, “I should’ve listened to Tim. Now he’s just dead for no reason.”
“Ma- Tim? H-he’s fine. Well, no-not fine but…a-alive.”
“What? What are you talking about?”
“T-tim was, we-well he was supo-supposed…to be in on it. B-but he di-didn’t listen. So Slenderman chose to…chose to punish him.”
[name] looked up at Toby, blinking back tears, “He…Of course. No sane person would dare talk to me. I thought he knew too much. That’s partly why I didn’t listen to him.”
Toby walked over to [name] and sat down beside him, wrapping an arm around his waist.
“I-I’m sorry. I didn’t want to end up like him. I-I didn’t…didn’t want to b-be punished.” Toby turned to face [name], “I didn’t have a choice. None of us did.”
[name] faced Toby, searching his eyes for any hint of deception. All he found was sincerity. [name] sighed, leaning his forehead against Toby’s.
“I’m sorry for calling you a slur. It’s just… I’m tired of people lying about caring about me.”
“I-I care…a little. It’s hard fo-for me to do tha-that… Illnesses an-and all. I-I’m sorry too. I-I shouldn’t ta-take my…my frust- My frustration out on you. Y-you don’t…you don’t know any better. I promise I’ll try to do better.”
Toby removed himself from [name] and took his jacket off, leaving him in just his sweater, and wrapped it around [name]’s shoulders, helping him put it on.
“To-tomorrow. I’ll…I’ll ma-make it up to you. Promise.”
[name] smiled, bringing his hands up to cup Toby’s masked cheeks, slipped the mask off his face and letting it rest around his neck. Toby wrapped his arms around [name]’s waist pulling him closer.
The two’s lips met in a rough and inexperienced kiss. It ended briefly as Toby had bit [name]’s exceptionally hard.
“Shit! So-sorry.”
“No, it's fine.”
Toby kissed [name]'s bottom lip slowly, making sure he kept his mouth shut.
“Me-merry Christmas…[name].”
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Jeff the Killer: Christmas Cliché
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“Hey, jackass! The fuck you doin’ out here?!” Jeff’s voice rasped as he approached [name], “Yer gonna get me in fucking trouble being out here like this! How’d the fuck you even get here?!”
Jeff approached [name], staying slightly behind him. [name] didn’t move, continuing to stare up into the sky aimlessly.
“Hey! Did you not hear me? You're gonna die of hypo… whatever that shits called.” Jeff walked up and grabbed [name]’s shoulder, roughly turning him towards him. When Jeff was met with [name]’s blank and cloudy eyed stare he sighed heavily.
“Of course yer fuckin out of body again.”
[name]’s cloudy eyes watched Jeff closely, tracing the lines of the scars on his chapped lips.
“Quit starin. It’s freaky.” Jeff mumbled as he took a firmer hold of [name]’s body, trying to figure out a way to snap [name] from his trance. His words brought a smile to [name]’s typically blank face, it was unclear if that was a good sign or a bad sign.
[name]’s hands reached up to cup Jeff’s face, the blood from his face smearing with the movement of [name]’s hand. He mouthed something, as if trying to talk, but unable to get the words out. Swiftly Jeff dealt a quick kick to [name]’s bandaged ankle; strong enough to hurt, but not too bad.
A scream ripped from [name]’s throat as he stumbled away from Jeff, backing up into a tree.
“What the fuck!” [name] whined, wiping his eyes as his vision cleared, “Wait- Jeff?”
“Welcome back bitch. You switched again.”
[name] looked up at Jeff and then at his surroundings. Suddenly it all came flooding back to him at once. The biting cold, the pain in his ankle caused by the man in front of him, the fact that he was kidnapped by men who he gave the benefit of the doubt to, stress and lack of sleep, Tim…
Tears wheeled up in the man’s eyes as he glanced down at his trembling hands, his breath coming and going in short gasps.
“I killed him…” He muttered, “He’s dead. And it’s my fault.”
Jeff raised an eyebrow in confusion, his head tilting slightly, “Who’s dead?”
“Tim…” [name] started, looking up at Jeff as the tears began to fall, “I killed him. He killed himself trying to save me. And yet I’m still here… I should’ve listened, at least gave him relief knowing he saved me.”
Jeff scoffed, titling [name]’s face up by his chin, forcing him to meet his eyes, “Bold of you to assume you could evade me.”
Jeff’s words only served to make [name] cry harder, the man backing away from Jeff and crumpling in on himself as he fell to the snow covered forest floor.
“And you! I trusted you! I gave you a chance to be better! To change! And you did. You listened to me…Respected me.” [name] paused, sobs and hiccups breaking through, “And then you break my fucking ankle and kidnap me! What the fuck is wrong with you!?”
“Awe come on, I did the voice thing. I thought you liked the voice thing!”
“Fuck you and your stupid voice Jeff!”
“What more do you want from me?!?! I didn’t necessarily have a choice in the matter!”
[name] didn’t reply, only clutching his head and curling further in on himself; trying desperately to retain what little warmth he had left.
“This is so fucked… I already hate this stupid holiday and you're making it worse!”
“Alright, fuck. Don't get pissy with me bitch.”
“...Go fuck yourself Jeff.”
Jeff huffed and began pacing in circles, he checked his phone, confused by [name]’s words only to get the answer.
It was Christmas eve. [name] was supposed to be home with his family; not kidnapped and in the forest with a bunch of killers and demons.
It was then that Jeff remembered how sensitive the average human is about holidays. [name] was no exception to this rule, falling into the category of, “I hate this holiday but only because of my family.” [name] happily celebrated Halloween with Jeff and Toby and fantasied about the day he’d spend Thanksgiving and Christmas with truly meaningful people.
He wanted to live out a happy life with the two of them…
This thought process gave Jeff an idea and he quickly took off in a random direction.
‘Jerk. Why do I like this guy again…?’
‘Oh demons everything hurts’
‘I feel sick.’
‘Is he really just gonna leave me out here?’
‘He would. Jeff’s heartless. He doesn’t care. It’s all manipulation.’
‘Fuck my life man…’
‘I hope I die here.’
Jeff eventually returned sitting down in front of [name]. He slipped his jacket off his shoulders, draping it around [name]’s body.
“Hey, work with me here.” He mumbled in a soft voice. It was probably the kindest Jeff had ever sounded in the time that [name] knew him.
Together Jeff’s jacket was slipped onto [name] and zipped up. Jeff tugged the hood up and patted [name]’s head gently, wiping some of the tears from his cheek.
“Alright look. I’m sorry for this. But I had a mission and I couldn’t fail.” Jeff started, cupping the side of [name]’s face, “I didn’t want to do it. I thought I’d enjoy hurting you brutally. I craved the day I could put a knife in you and watch you bleed.”
“What the hell Jeff.”
“I’m not finished.” He snapped, digging his nails into [name]’s cheek, “Look. Slenderman would’ve hurt me if I didn’t do what I did. And Hoody or Toby would have bashed your head in.”
[name] placed his hand on Jeff’s prying it off.
Jeff allowed him to, continuing his speech, “I’m sick in the head. I get it. I’m fucked and your only just getting there. Hell, you may never be as sick in the head as me. But…” Jeff paused for a long time, averting his gaze from [name], “I’m… I’m sorry.”
[name] stared at Jeff for a long time, processing his words. He suddenly remembered something Spike had said to him.
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Spike:
Wait… You see that thing too?
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“Hm? What thing?"
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Spike:
That tall faceless man. It won’t let me talk to my boyfriend about it! It said it’ll kill him in front of me! And it’s been showing me all these weird things and making me do stuff I don’t wanna and-!
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[name] cut Spike off, not wanting to get involved, “Dude what the fuck? No offense but talk to a therapist, not me. And my friend gave this to me. It’s some weird internet wannabe cult.” [name] paused, thinking for a moment, “You aren’t part of that stupid cult right? That’s mentally ill behavior.”
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Spike:
What! No I-
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Spike:
Never mind. Forget I said anything…
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The Slenderman was a strange creature who’d commit violence if things didn’t go his way. [name] had witnessed it first hand with Tim’s death.
Jeff would be dead if he didn’t listen.
“Fine… I forgive you I guess.” [name] grumbled, “But you better make it up to me.”
“Of course! Um, here, people do this cliché shit on Christmas right?” Jeff muttered as he lifted something above their heads.
[name] looked up, spotting a chunk of a holly bush held between Jeff fingers. When he looked back down Jeff’s lips had met with his in a rough kiss.
Jeff's lips felt as bad as they looked.
Chapped and scarred. Skin peeling and missing in some places. His mouth tasted like blood and cigarettes, with the slightest hint of beer.
The kiss was messy and all over the place, teeth clashing and the occasional bite. The kiss was sloppy and inexperienced. Yet full of emotion.
Jeff pulled away first, his face flushed slightly, adding some color to his pale and scared skin.
[name] was stunned at the sudden display of affection. If Jeff ever touched [name] it was usually some type of hit or a harsh pat. He was never gentle. Granted that kiss was anything but gentle. But it wasn’t intentionally aggressive.
“Wow, not even a thank you.” Jeff huffed, crossing his arms, “I tasted your snot and tears for this”
“First of all, gross. Second of all, I’m stunned.”
“Good.” Jeff muttered, tossing the holly and pulling [name] towards him and onto his lap. Unsure what to do, [name] let it happen, conflicted that a single kiss could make him forget the man he indirectly killed. That was until Jeff took hold of his face and kissed him again, more gentle and with less teeth this time. “He ain’t dead”
“What?”
“Tim. That fucker ain’t dead. He’s alive and being tortured in the basement of HQ.”
“What!?!”
“Oh hush. Could be much worse.”
[name] grabbed Jeff by his hoodie, tugging him forward, “How long have you known this?!”
“Since our midway mission report. After we snatched and secured you we all had to report back to there while you were out. Slendy made Tim stay back, taking him off the mission. I found out from Hoody that he was being punished for his interference. Had you listened to him, it could've put a knife in his plans and made everything a lot more difficult."
[name] stared at Jeff as though he had grown two heads, processing the information.
“I didn’t think you’d be so hung up over it, let alone blame yerself. You ain’t got notin to do with whatever stupid shit Tim gets himself into. Now quit lookin at me like that. You know I hate it.”
“Taste of your own medicine bitch.” [name] grumbled, “You do that shit to me all the time.”
“I’m physically disabled. I literally can’t not stare!”
“And who’s fault is that?
Jeff plucked [name]’s mouth glaring at him, “Don’t get smart with me.”
“What’re you gonna do? Punish me?” [name] sassed, crossing his arms over his chest
Jeff pushed [name] off him, pinning him into the snow, “Keep talkin and I just might.”
“I’ll hold you to it, Jeffery” [name] smirked and picked up the chunk of holly, holding it between them, “Oh and by the way, holly and mistletoe and two completely different things.”
“Oh fuck you smartass. I don’t know anything about this cliché shit.”
“Fuck me? Hmm, maybe.”
Jeff smirked, pulling [name] into another heated kiss, pressing their bodies as close as physically possible.
“Merry Christmas bitch.”
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Bloody Painter: A Little Indulgence
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“[name], you shouldn't be out like this,” Helen said, approaching [name], “You’ll get hypothermia. And probably killed. We can’t have that, I'm afraid.”
[name] didn't respond, remaining still, eyes staring off into the distance.
“[name]. Answer me.” Helen demanded.
When [name] didn't turn around he stomped over and grabbed the man’s shoulder, turning him towards him.
“Hey.” Helen paused, once he noticed the blank and cloudy state of his eyes, “This again?”
Helen released [name] and pulled out his phone, sending a quick text to the current search party group chat.
“Alright, listen to me, and listen carefully.” Helen turned his attention back to [name], “We need to move you. You're in the middle of the woods with no proper clothing. I know you think you're fine, but you won't be later.”
‘I know that. I know. It won't let me go…’
Helen took hold of [name]’s wrist and pulled him towards him, [name] pulled back, ripping his arm away from Helen’s grasp. [name] stepped back and glared.
“[name]. You need to come with me. You have no idea where you are.”
[name] huffed, turning away and beginning to walk away. Helen walked after him and pulled him back.
[name] and Helen tussled for a while, pulling and pushing at each other until eventually [name] fell, his ankle giving out from under him. He let out a pained yelp as he crumpled, scrambling around in the snow.
Helen watched [name] scramble, struggling to get back up. Eventually he gave up, face planting in the snow. Helen shook his head with a sigh and walked over to [name].
“Are you done yet?”
[name]’s senses slowly crept back to him. The ice cold snow nipped at his skin, making him shiver. He curled in on himself, leaving his right leg outstretched. The fog over his mind slowly dissipates. He was conscious once more.
“Come on, get up.”
He didn't move. He could if he wanted, but he really didn't. The pain was too unbearable.
Helen grumbled and walked over to [name], hoisting him up and over his shoulder.
[name] woke hours later in a pile of blankets and pillows next to the fireplace.
He stood up slowly and began to look around. No one was in the living room and he couldn't hear any voices.
[name] slowly trudged to the front door, dragging a blanket with him. He reached up to undo the lock before a voice spoke.
“Going somewhere.”
Helen appeared behind [name], holding a mug in his hand.
“Need...air.”
“No.”
Helen took [name]’s wrist and dragged him back to the living room. He sat the mug down on the coffee table and sat [name] down in the pile of blankets and pillows.
“Drink it.” Helen huffed, handing [name] the mug.
[name] stared at the mug, taking it slowly. He stared into the mug, sniffing it before looking up at Helen.
“What is it?”
“Green tea. I made it, there's nothing else in it but a bit of sugar.”
[name] held onto the mug, staring at the liquid inside it. How could he possibly trust Helen after everything that had happened. They kidnapped him. He escaped. And now he's been kidnapped again. Surely the tea would put him to sleep for however long they needed. What would happen to his body while he was unconscious. What would-
[name]’s train of thought was broken when Helen snatched the mug and took a sip of the tea. He then handed it back to [name].
“You're usually obedient with me. What's gotten into you?”
[name] couldn't believe what he was hearing. He glared at Helen and sat the mug down with a harsh thud, spilling some tea on the table.
“What the fuck do you think Helen?! Jeff broke my ankle, you helped kidnapped me and my ignorance led a man to suicide!” [name] shouted, standing up, “How am I supposed to feel when the man I trusted kidnapped me!? What the hell is wrong with you?!”
“Everything dear.” Helen said calmly, “Also, led a man to suicide? What are you…”
“Wait. You mean Tim?”
“So you know… Of course you know. Why wouldn’t you know. This is clearly some elaborate scheme.”
“Tim’s not dead. You’ll see him again. Eventually.”
“...What?”
“Tim was supposed to aid in whittling you down and getting you with us. Instead he rebelled and tried to get rid of you. Don’t take the blame for his failures.”
Helen picked up the mug and handed it back to [name].
“You just can't leave town. Otherwise we don't really care what you get up to.” He forced [name]’s hands on the cup and let go, “Once break is over you’ll return back to school like normal.”
“But, I went home last break.”
“You didn't. We let you think you were going home. Everything you saw was a dream. No one leaves campus. At least, not until graduation.”
“And what the fuck do you mean normal? Normal?! How is anything meant to be normal after this?!”
[name] got up in Helen’s face, jabbing a finger at his chest. Helen snatched his hand, tossing it to the side, pushing [name] down in the process. He glared down at [name], repressing a sound of frustration.
“You are being very difficult and not making things any easier for me.” Helen grumbled, “Was all my work previously for naught? Are you stupid?”
Helen muttered to himself, becoming increasingly frustrated. He paced around, taking a few deep breaths and regaining his composure.
“Stay there. Don’t move.” He growled, walking off and disappearing down the hall.
[name] could hear a door slam shut and then silence once more.
‘Who does this guy think he is? What, am I just supposed to listen to him because he’s kind to me? He kidnapped me for Satan’s sake!’
[name] reluctantly settled, taking the mug and drinking all the tea. Once he had calmed down he came to his senses.
‘He’s a psychopath. Of course he’s upset I'm being disobedient. As much as I hate it, I just might have to listen to him… I’ll have to listen to him. Reluctantly.’
Helen returned hours later holding a small box with red and white wrapping paper and a red ribbon. He sat down in front of [name] and held the gift out to him.
“I sincerely apologize for my approach earlier. I am not the best with emotions due to my upbringing. Surely you can understand that given where I am in life. I ask that you please do not take it out on us. We didn’t have any say in the matter and we are doing the best we can to make things as comfortable as physically possible with the cards we have been dealt. I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me. After all, we are both victims of Slenderman.”
[name] stared at Helen, carefully taking the small box. He stared at it for a moment before carefully unwrapping it.
Inside was a small painting of a heart encased in thorny roses.
“I- Thank you Helen. And I’m sorry too. You're right. It’s unfair for me to act this way. I assumed because you worked for Slenderman you too were just as cold.”
[name] set the painting to the side and hugged Helen, straddling him. Helen froze, tensing slightly before wrapping his arms around [name]’s waist. He wanted to be upset at the sudden contact but instead he welcomed it. He pulled back, placing a small kiss on [name]'s forehead. [name] moved his hands to Helen’s face, reciprocating it with a more heated kiss.
For once in his life Helen chose to indulge in the intimate moment, allowing his apathetic nature to slip away. There was something special about [name]. Something that made him care. Something that made him feel. He suddenly felt as though the painting he had gifted [name] didn’t represent him in the moment.
“Merry Christmas [name].”
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Eyeless Jack: Coal's Not So Bad
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Jack wandered the forest aimlessly, surveying the perimeter of the cabin. There wasn’t anything out there. Nothing would dare stray so close to the Slenderman’s territory. Not with him or anyone else lurking around. Eventually Jack gave up his post; wandering deeper into the forest.
A little venture out wouldn’t hurt. Besides, it was better that he was further from the cabin. He couldn’t risk [name] seeing him. Not yet.
Hours later Jack came across a figure far into the forest. At first its scent wasn’t familiar to him, causing him to drop down on all fours and remain hidden; wrapping his tail around his waist to ensure it wouldn’t brush the ground. He stalked closer keeping low to the ground, upon further inspection he recognized it.
“...You. Why are you out here?” Jack muttered, standing up right, “You shouldn’t be here.”
[name] snapped his gaze in Jack’s direction, taking in his appearance. He tilted his head at Jack, realizing he didn’t recognize who, or what, he was looking at.
“Fuck… This. This fucks up a lot.”
[name] took a cautious step towards Jack, trying to get a better look in the darkness. Jack remained still, letting [name] approach. He kept his voice low and steady, hoping not to scare [name] off.
“Look. I need to get you back to the cabin. And then, you need to forget we ever met. Got it?”
[name] didn’t respond as he looked up at Jack’s blue mask; gaze landing on the tar dripping from its sockets. He brought his hand up to wipe some off, analyzing the smudge on his hand.
He recognized that black smudge.
It was on the fur of the dead animals he had been encountering in the forest. He’s seen a similar smudge on the collar of Jeff’s shirt and one of Toby’s bloody hoodies.
“You. Your Jack Aren't you?”
“How do you know that…?”
“Toby and Jeff keep mentioning Jack. And that stuff from your mask ends up on their clothes. Plus you're in this forest. You approached me. You know where to take me. And I’ve felt your gaze watching me before.”
“...Wow. You know, you’re a lot smarter than you let on. I see why you’re a prized candidate.”
“Candidate?”
“Forget I said that.”
“No. I don’t think I will.”
“You’ll catch hypothermia and die out here.”
[name] turned his back to Jack and began walking away, hoping to disappear between the trees. Jack followed closely behind; picking up sticks, rocks and leaves along the way and shoving them in his pockets. He tried herding [name] towards the direction of the cabin but the man would simply turn around or go the opposite way. Eventually Jack grabbed hold of [name]’s sweater.
[name] slipped it off his shoulders, continuing to walk away, until Jack grabbed his shirt a second later.
“Let go.”
Jack didn’t respond, pulling [name] down and making him sit. He wrapped the sweater back around [name]’s shoulders and began emptying his pockets.
“You're upset. Fine. But I won’t let you freeze yourself to death.”
[name] crossed his arms and watched as Jack dug a pit in the snow; building a small fire pit with the sticks, rocks and leaves.
“And how exactly do you intend to light it?”
Jack didn’t respond, instead taking two rocks and hitting them together, creating sparks. Shortly a fire was lit, burning brightly against the dark night.
“Stay put.” Jack muttered, taking off into the darkness of the forest.
[name] watched him go, curling up on the ground and drifting off to sleep.
An hour later [name] stirred, sitting up with a groan. He blinked a few times, regaining his senses.
Regaining his memories.
With a gasp he sat up fully, looking around frantically.
He was alone. In the cold, dark forest, with a fire slowly burning out in front of him.
‘That…guy. What was his name again? And where did he go?’
‘Did he really leave me here to die? No. He said he wouldn’t let me freeze.’
‘But we don’t know each other…’
A twig snapped in the distance, leaves rustling as Jack emerged from between the trees with a small sack held over his shoulder.
“You're awake.” He muttered as he approached, “Come to your senses yet?”
[name] only stared, his focus taken by Jack’s tail, which swayed idly behind him. Jack stopped in front of [name], sitting beside him. Taking off his gloves, he took hold of [name]’s hand and inspected it; clawed fingers squeezing and wrapping around [name]’s
“You're playing a bit of a dangerous game here.”
“Y-you…”
“Not human. Demon adjacent. It’s easier to just refer to me as such." Jack huffed, letting go of [name]’s hand, “Why did you come out here?”
“I don’t know. I was upset I guess.”
“About?”
“I…I killed someone. Not directly, but… he killed himself trying to help me. Then the guys who I thought were my friends betrayed me. Breaking my ankle and kidnapping me. Freezing to death must not have seemed so bad.”
Jack hummed as he unzipped his hoodie, turning to face [name], “You're talking about Tim right? Along with Helen, Toby and Jeff.”
“You’re with them huh? Did they send you after me?”
“No. You're not even supposed to know I’m here. You and I weren’t meant to meet until much later. I was, however, keeping an eye on you from the forest.”
“And leaving dead animals at my door step.”
“Your survival skills are lacking and you don’t eat enough.”
“What.”
Jack didn’t respond, only moving closer to [name]. He took hold of [name]’s wrist, carefully pulling him closer and placing him between his crossed legs.
Jack’s body enveloped [name]’s, shielding him from the cold winds. The demon’s skin was incredibly warm, almost as warm as the fire.
“As I said. You lack very basic survival skills.”
Jack grumbled as he picked up the sack he had brought with him. He had reached into it, pulling out a handful of coal and adding it to the fading fire.
“Normally I’d be uncomfortable with this proximity. But for your sake I’ll bear. Slenderman would disprove if I allowed you to freeze. And I don’t want to meet the same fate as Tim; even if I’ll heal rather quickly.”
“What do you mean, meet the same fate, but you’ll heal? Does that have to do with being a demon?”
“Yes and no. Being a demon does accelerate my healing, but it can’t fix the fate you assume Tim has met. He isn’t dead. Merely being…punished. Let’s just say Slenderman doesn’t take kindly to disobedience."
“Punished how?”
“Don’t question it.”
That worried [name] slightly. If someone says not to question it, it’s typically something awful.
“The other’s. There wasn’t much they could do. They only did what they had to to complete the mission. It’s best for you to be the bigger person for now. Strike up a conversation. For your own piece of mind.”
Jack looked down at [name], eyeless sockets dripping endlessly with tar. The black substance ran down Jack’s neck and got smudged on the collar of his shirt. Due to their proximity the tar landed on [name], bleeding into his clothes and getting smudged on his skin. [name] stared hard at Jack’s mask face.
“You won’t find anything where you’re looking.”
“You're faceless?”
“Eyeless specifically. Although my face isn’t exactly pleasant to look at.”
[name] wanted to ask more questions. He had an endless sea of them. But as if he could read his mind Jack spoke up again, shutting down any opportunity for more questions.
“Sleep. It’s late. I’ll remain here, then return you in the morning.”
“Fine.”
By the morning [name] woke up once more. His sweater was bundled up under his head, Jack’s sweater laid over him like a blanket. Jack laid curled up around him, pressing [name]’s back into his chest.
The fire Jack had lit was still burning. [name] was surprised it had lasted that long, given how windy the forest could get at night.
“Coal. Rather convenient for keeping a fire burning.”
[name] gasped, turning over to look at Jack, “How did you know I was awake?”
“Your breathing changed.”
[name] hummed, sitting up fully and shifting away from Jack.
“What happened to me catching hypothermia?”
“My body temperature plus the fire was enough to regulate yours. However, you should still get checked out.”
[name] sighed and stood up, stretching out his limbs. He picked up his sweater, slipping it on. Jack stood behind him placing his own sweater on top of [name]’s.
“Ready to go back now?”
“Yes. I think I have a clear head now, um…”
“Jack.”
“Jack. Thank you.”
“Of course, [name].”
“You know my name?”
Jack stood up from putting the fire out, tilting his head towards [name].
“I know a lot about you. Like how you're getting coal for Christmas.”
“What? But I haven’t done anything!”
“Hey, coal’s not a bad thing. It kept you alive didn’t it?”
[name] only stared at Jack, eventually sighing and walking over to Jack.
“At least give me a survival guide. Soften the wound, yeah?”
Jack huffed, picking up the sack of remaining coal from the ground. He held it out to [name], his tail twitching mischievously.
lwk would like to request Mark Sloan x Shepherd’s brother reader, if you still write for grey’s anatomy, so like the idea is the reader is shepherds younger brother who hasn’t seen Mark in a while since he (reader) just about entered college, he doesn’t really keep in touch with Derek so he doesn’t know much about him divorcing Addison and sloan sleeping with Addison, probably placed around season 6-7 (sorry) where Mer and Derek are married and so like reader hardly knows because he hardly keeps in touch with anyone, too preoccupied on his own ambitions that are not related to neuro like his brother, just an idea you could play around with and if not ignore this 🙃
