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"I heard a rumor that someone carved a puzzle-piece out of the fridge door. They said it matched the wound in his sternum exactly."
(Hello, your trauma is back <3)
"Backup, they replaced it ages ago. I am no longer in dire need of its services, anyway. Let it go." He groans, not ready to take on this headache nightmare again.
"I heard a rumor that if you spell ‘murder’ in Morse code by pressing elevator buttons, you summon a demon. I met Jay once—he’s a menace. Watch your step."
After tears his eyes from his book in disbelief. He stares at B like he has two heads. "You can't seriously think I'd believe that, right? Do you want me to bring along Bloody Mary? How about Beetlejuice?" He shuts his book and uses it to point at B. "Hell, let's invite mothman and the Loch Ness Monster while we're at it, huh?"
Someone is unhappy now. "Honestly, B, I'm not scared of--"
"BOO!"
"AH!"
Umbral pops up from behind After's chair. Surprise! Out of shock, After accidentally slams his book into Umbral's head, knocking him to the floor.
"Oh, crap..."
"Owwww..."
🙌 ( both aggressive and flirty obv 👀 )
A deal had been made, months ago, between the two roommates. A fallen tower of cards, a brief kiss, and the lingering feeling that one or two just wasn't enough. An ache that Yuri just couldn’t shake.
Yuri Soria is bound to his word. He feels no need for lies or deceit, saying exactly what he thinks even if it's unconventional. In this instance, he gave Backup full permission to kill him with the proclamation that Yuri intended on taking his own life anyway- he'd rather die the way he wants. The world has taken too much away from him, he would not let it take his life. Backup is his rival, his only friend, his closest ally, his enemy, and possibly his lover all rolled into one.
It should come as no surprise that Backup would spring an attempt at Yuri’s life when Yuri wouldn’t expect it.
The two were a little closer than normal, working on a project. While Yuri might not have too much of an interest in intimacy, the fact that Backup was withholding it from him drove him crazy. Yuri craved the attention Backup would not give him. He found himself making excuses to get closer and closer.
Backup smiles, letting out a quiet laugh.
“What?”
“You’re cute when you’re desperate.”
Yuri frowns. In his mind, he is not desperate. He just wants what he deserves, and what he deserves is his friend-rival-lover’s attention. His fully undivided attention. When he opens his mouth to respond, his breath is taken away. Backup wraps his hands around Yuri’s neck and pushes him down onto the desk. Yuri’s eyes widen with a mixture of excitement and surprise. Why does this excite him?
“Hey-!”
The smile becomes Cheshire-like as Backup tightens his grip.
“What are your thoughts on death by asphyxiation?”
Yuri can’t respond, but the look in his eyes tells Backup that Yuri thinks he wouldn’t do it. The fingers curl ever so slightly tighter, daring Yuri for a challenge. His face changes in hue, multiple shades, as his body begins to involuntarily struggle for oxygen. Yuri reaches out to cup Backup’s cheek.
A tense moment passes. A quick gaze above Yuri’s head. Backup lets go of his throat, but before Yuri can take his saving breath, Backup presses their lips together. It’s much harsher than their first kiss, but just as brief. Finally, Yuri is able to catch his breath.
“B!”
Backup grins ear to ear. “Did you want me to kill you that bad?”
“That’s not...!”
“So, if it wasn’t death you wanted…”
Yuri sits up straight, pouting. He turns his head away. “Shut up. I don’t need anything from you.”
“Poor Yuri, you can talk about your feelings, you know…”
[TEXT] - we are sophisticated adults ok? [TEXT] - last week I purchased a vegetable
(Text) I'm going to keep an open mind for what you're going to tell me next. And that it will remain a sophisticated conversation.
(Text) However, I must warn you that I will be upset if you tell me you did something unsavory with a vegetable.
Massivecore13 has found a body part
28 days, 6 hours, 42 minutes and 12 seconds...
That’s how long She’d gone without an incident: No revivals. no regenerating...and no sprouting of those horrific screaming Tumors trying to take her place....
It was both nice and stressful, like filling a balloon with air until it popped, She wasn’t foolish enough to think she wouldn’t be Dying, this was a matter of when not if and with the feeling of being watched and the footsteps matching hers too well to be unintentional.
How annoying she liked this dress... She huffed and stopped, spinning to search the dark for whoever was on her tail, arms crossed and an annoyed frown marring her face.
“well?”
@massivecore13
It was an absolutely childish notion to be afraid of basements. Even the dank one that sat beneath the halls of the school weren't haunted. Because hauntings required ghosts to be real. The worst that was likely to be down there was spiders. Yet he was idly rooted to the spot at the top of the stairs, dawdling as much as he could.
Frankly, A hadn't known there was a basement beneath Wammy House. Then again he'd never quite thought about it. It made sense, likely just used for storage like every other underground dwelling was. It also made sense it would be locked until someone had decided to let himself in.
His nose scrunched as his fingers grazed cobweb over the light switch. That turned into a full grimace when it proved to not even work, leaving the seemingly endless void of darkness to continue.
His other hand folded around the crumpled note in his pant pocket as if it'd bring comfort- a silly notion considering the damned thing was why he was here at all. Well, no, that wasn't quite true. He'd gotten himself into the mess by idle chit-chat some days prior where he'd so brazenly said most things no longer disturbed him as they had in childhood. He really only had himself to blame for instigating B's irritating joy of doing everything in his power to unnerve him.
"B?" He loathed the way his voice rattled from his chest and into the depths, to nothingness. Of course there was no answer.
He rolled his eyes at himself and began the descent, clinging to the rickety handrail at his side. He just needed to get it over with and either prove he wasn't afraid or give B the satisfaction of victory by admitting his unease. Either way, he wanted it to be done quick.
"B, you best actually be here or i'm going to be cross for wasting my time coming here."
@massivecore13
🙌
(=This took me a hot minute to come up with something hehe=)
F slept very soundly for someone sleeping on recycled arcade carpet. He fell asleep on the floor often, never caring to pull himself into bed. Usually he was too drunk, just as he was now.
A small bottle of vodka mixed with fruit juice and god knows what else layed half empty on the floor. He'd knocked himself out with his own cocktail before he could even finish it, though knowing F he had planned it that way.
He hadn't expected anyone to come bothering him. No one came to him in the middle of the night, not unless it was C coming to have his way with him. And that's of course, who he expected to see when he was awoken. After all, C and K were the only people with keys and K never came to visit him late. But alas, the way he was awoken told him that it was not C who'd come to bother him.
He hated that his reaction time was so slow. That he had gotten so drunk. He didn't hear when his door clicked open, he didn’t feel as someone came and straddled his hips and he only noticed after the flow of air was cut off from his lungs.
It took far too many seconds for him to blink to life, for him to realize someone was pinning him under their weight and pressing hard on his throat. The lights in his room were on, he should have been able to see his assailant but their face was obscured in the shadows cast by the neon lights.
F choked and gasped for air, squirmed under the hold of his aggressor. He kicked and thrashed, desperate to get away and breath. His vision was growing hazey. All he could see were the bright light around him and the silhouette of someone on top of him.
'This is how I die,' he thought. His life seemed to flash before his eyes as his body gave up. His mucles deprived of energy, his lungs screaming for air, his mind starting to fade. Tears threatened to stream down his face when suddenly the pressure from his throat was relived and he could breath again.
He felt his chin being tilted upwards as he gasped for air, too busy trying to breath to care about the other person. He could feel his mind return though he was still dizzy and weak.
His body trembled, his eyes wet with tears as he felt the hot breath of his attacker against his ear.
"Who'd knew you'd be so cute to strangle?"
He words rang out through his mind and he shivered, recognizing the voice and the freakish nature of the man on top of him.
"B-Backup?" He choked, "Wh- what do you want?" His voice still raspy.
"Initially I wanted to see if I could actually choke you out but after I saw you squirming, I thought it'd be a waste to knock you out so fast." His hand slid down F's chest and pressed on his ribcage.
F tried to swallow but his mouth was dry. He hated to devote time to the idea of what Backup could possibly do to him. Not when he was barely conscience as it was and he was pinning him to the floor. His arms offered no help even though they were free, after all, F was already nearly limp and Backup was stronger than he looked.
B stared down at him, watching his struggle, feeling F try to claw at his hands. He was certainly amusing and Backup almost considered choking him again but of course, that may knock him out or worse and Backup didn't need a murder on his hands.
Gripping F's jaw tightly he held him still as B leaned down to whisper to him once again.
"I'm letting you go for now, but I'll be back. Tell anyone and I'll strangle you for real." He finished the message with a quick flick of his tongue against F's ear making him recoil as much as possible with B restraining him.
F layed for what felt like ages waiting for B to leave and once he finally did he still didn't get up. The idea that B would come back again haunted him. He wanted to think it was a nightmare. That he hallucinated it all. But he knew he wasn't on anything that strong and besides, he had the rawed skin on his neck to prove it.
㊁ ♡ 👅♪ (text, for After 💜)
㊁ : emergency
[txt] Don't worry about the alarms.
[txt] We had a little... accident in chemistry.
[txt] Also, when you see me, it's a chemical burn.
[txt] It'll heal.
[txt] Stings though.
♡ : endearing/affectionate/loving
[txt] I'd display your head, too. You have pretty eyes.
[txt] Don't donate your body to science. Donate it to me.
[txt] Well. I won't let this place have your body if I'm around, anyway.
👅 : sext/suggestive
[txt] I've thought about preforming a better physical on you.
[txt] My anatomy class doesn't have quite as detailed models.
[txt] You are a fine specimen.
♪ : musical/lyrics
[txt] I've been doing bad things that you don't know about, stealing your stuff now and then. Nothing you'd miss, but it means the world to me.
[txt] I wanna ruin our friendship.
