#mr-nutcase

[the-anthropology-dad]

@mr-nutcase

Kaido was looking at rose bushes to find the perfect one to complete his flower tunnel. His brows were furrowed as his blue eyes scanned each bush. He settles on the healthiest red one then makes his way to the marigolds so he can fill the pots on his porch.

(I hope this is enough to work with. lol)

[theknifedaddy-blog]

[@mr-nutcase] --- ❝ She’s dead… Wrapped in plastic. ❞

Robert stood still as they stood there, overlooking the corpse that was already grey and already stinking. Blood dotted the plastic sarcophagus, pooling underneath the body and killing the earth around it. He talked a big game, but… This was the first real body he had seen, especially since he was a kid. And this? This looked positively wretched.

Murder.

Torture.

Like a beast had descended upon this poor woman and decided that it would be fun to just tear her apart like a piece of steak. It was enough to make him gag, and he had to avert his gaze as all of the color drained from his face.

“No shit, Sherlock,” he grumbled, far too much of a tremble in his voice to come out as truly venomous.

[theknifedaddy-blog]

[@mr-nutcase] --- To: Robby

To: Dork9:17 PM – dude.9:17 PM – you need a life.9:17 PM – like9:17 PM – get some friends.9:19 PM – I worry about you.

[a-poor-roleplay-blog]

@mr-nutcase

All dressed in her workout clothes, Lauren makes her way down the street, jogging. With the clouds earlier, she was worried at first that the day might be terrible for a run. Not that some bad weather would have stopped her from her daily job, but it certainly would have made it less pleasant than running in pleasent weather. She continues, turning into a park as per routine.

[theknifedaddy-blog]

[@mr-nutcase] --- 💀

He was screaming, crying out with the pain until he was sure that his lungs would explode. It would be the least of his worries; the pain in his arms and legs were already drowning out any other misery that he could possibly feel. There was so much blood, and it drenched his body. He could feel it in his ears, nose, and mouth. Drowning him.

He knew better than to tail that psychopath.

He looked up, using all of his strength to catch sight of Seth, who didn’t look much better off than him. There was a large cut across the shorter man’s face, crimson dripping into one of his eyes, and Robert wondered if Seth could see him. He hoped that he couldn’t.

And all at once, things shifted. Numbness claimed his body after a sharp pain in his abdomen. Eyes wide in shock, he looked down once more, body trembling at the sounds of wet thumps and splashes on the cold, stone floor.

Robert didn’t even have the energy to whisper Seth’s name as he watched his own intestines tangle in the floor, spilling from his body like a macabre hailstorm.

Then, darkness.

Then, relief.

[theknifedaddy-blog]

[@mr-nutcase] --- 💜

No.

Don’t.

Just don’t.

Robert refuses to think about his home life as a boy. He doesn’t want to remember it, and most of it was so traumatic that he can’t.

No.

He refuses to think about locking himself in his room and hiding under his bed while listening to his mother scream and smash empty beer bottles. He didn’t want to think about the fear that he felt when he would find her comatose in the living room the next morning, belt still wrapped around her arm as a makeshift tourniquet. He didn’t want to recall the way he cried as he listened to his mother spit abuse at his father, and the way their very breathing set them off.

He doesn’t want to remember the overwhelming relief that he felt when the cops pulled him away from her violently clutching hands.

He definitely doesn’t want to think about how everything went to hell again when he met his grandparents for the first time. It’s just too much.

[theknifedaddy-blog]

[@mr-nutcase] --- 004

The blow was sharp and unexpected, something metal and stiff knocking into his side with all of the force of a bulldozer. It made his breath still, a sharp gasp ejecting itself from his lungs, and he had no time to reclaim it before he was dropping to the ground. His body crumpled in on itself, and Robert shook with the pain as he curled up in an effort to protect his fragile ribs. He could taste something metallic at the back of his throat, but he swallowed it down, trying to put on a brave face.

It didn’t work too well. At least, he supposed not; he sure didn’t feel too brave.

Narrowed brown eyes rose to his attacker, his heart pounding in his chest, threatening to break out of his body and run away. Fear clenched ahold of him, overcoming him.

Seth… Why?

He hadn’t realized that he had spoken his question aloud.

[theknifedaddy-blog]

[@mr-nutcase] --- Seth barked out a laugh. "Are you kiddin'? I've been keeping so much shit to myself just for you all the same. Rob, you're far beyond perfect, lemme tell you that. The only thing that would hurt me is you leaving cause you don't wanna hurt me. Just 'cause you fucked up in your past doesn't make you forever a bad person. Hey, look at me now," he held Robert's face, "You look at me and tell me you haven't improved. 'Cause I've fuckin' watched you improve."

Seth was not the kind of man that Robert expected any sort of kindness or gentleness or intimacy from. The guy was tough, hard as nails and with a darker sense of humor than Robert himself. He laughed in the face of horror movies and criticized crime shows for their lack of realism. He hardly bat an eyelash at an angry drunk or stubborn rich customer.

So, this ease that he treated Robert’s sorrowful admission hadn’t failed to almost shock him. Sometimes, it was hard to remember that even the roughest sort could be the gentlest ones.

Robert sucked in a shaky breath, fighting the touch for a moment so he wouldn’t have to look at his friend - his best friend - and he wouldn’t have to see the sheer regret in his chocolatey eyes. Even when he gave up the fight, he squeezed his eyes shut and bit the inside of his cheek to will away emotional tears. Fucking pathetic.

But Seth didn’t seem to think so. He spoke to Robert like nothing had changed, feeding him beautiful words and almost making Robert feel like what he said was genuinely something that wouldn’t drive him away. Good, Rob thought selfishly; he didn’t think that he could stand his life without Seth in it.

And that was what drove him to act next, his arms wrapping firmly around the smaller man as he released a tiny, broken sob, and no amount of shoving his face into Seth’s neck could smother it.