with @roposhipin, @astrasoda, @theifraccoon and @357sneak
Not much of fanarts this time but we had way too much fun drawing goofy memes, crossover and AUs of our characters, and that’s all that matters
[Previous Collab]
Graphic violence and mentions of graphic violence, I guess?
Even years of separation couldn't stifle the eerie feeling that would dance up his spine every time his brother came close to him; it was a feeling he knew well, could recognize even before he fully opened his eyes to see that familiar face staring down at him.
“Sleep well?” Alan whispered sweetly. Dread pit in Reese’s stomach; he was stuck, with his brother almost bending over him, and the blanket twisted abound his body, there was no way he could run. No, he thought, I can’t abandon Lucas. Not with him. He breathed silently, waiting for Alan to say anything, paralyzed in fear.
“Follow me outside, or everyone in here dies. And I’m starting with Lucas.” He said calmly, taking hold of Reese’s arm forcefully, pulling him to his feet. Reese’s immediate thought was to fight back, but looking around, he realised in fear that his weapon bag was nowhere to be found. It was probably still sitting under the bed at the apartment. He cringed. He knew he was in trouble; that Lucas was in trouble. And he couldn’t do a damn thing about it.
He let himself be dragged out of the room, his mind set. He was dying tonight. To his surprise, Alan stopped near the front desk, letting go of him.
“Now Reese, can you imagine how stupid these people are? They say they’re protecting you, yet look at the state you’re in. You’re pathetic.”
Reese cringed, but stayed strong. He couldn’t let his brother see him scared, and he stood tall, his legs barely shaking. However Alan didn’t seem intimidated by his sudden bravery. He simply kept a relaxed smile on, fishing a switchblade out of his pocket.
“You see,” he starts, “I’m the one protecting you correctly, here. You would never had your heart broken had you been with me. And that stab wound… That guy, Dennis. He did a sloppy job. I should have hired someone like that Misled lady… It’s not too late to just come back to the Capital with me, Reese.”
Reese chuckled humorlessly, but it was more of a nervous laughter, as his eyes fell on the knife in his brother’s… hand? His stomach twisted in knots, as he followed the lean arm, the leather glove, covered in bones. In the darkness, it was harder to see, but he had no doubt what he was seeing was his own arm on Alan’s. He couldn’t think for the longest time, terrorised and confused. But in the end, he could only say one word.
“No.”
Alan’s smile fell, his face turning sour. “What do you mean, ‘no’? You don’t want to be safe? You don’t want to help me keep my promise to mom? Do you really hate her that much? Fine.”
He pulled the knife higher, stepping closer to Reese. The latter of course walked back, his eyes still fixated on the bones. When his eyes finally snapped to the blade, he grabbed it, not caring about the cuts to his palm and fingers or the blood trickling down his arm.
Alan instantly pulled the switchblade back, but Reese’s grip was surprisingly strong. And the rest of him too. The one armed man gave him a well-placed kick to the knee, making him fall down with a groan, and drop the knife.
Reese grabbed it by the handle this time, and jumped on Alan when he tried to get up. Pinned to the ground, Alan let out a strangled chuckle.
“What are you going to do, Reese? Kill me? Kill your own brother?” He paused, his tone getting less amused and more threatening. “Reese. Get off of me. We both know you won’t do it. Get off of me now, or I kill Lucas. I’ll break his other arm, I’ll sever his fingers. One by one. Get. Off. Of. Me.”
Reese got incredibly still, his face twisted in fear and anger. He pulled the knife up. And started yelling.
It’s not the tortured screams that woke Lucas up. Not the wet sounds. Lucas was so used to Reese’s presence in the room that the second he left, his eyes opened.
Looking at the chair with sleepy eyes, he frowned when he saw it was empty. He grunts as he sits up, looking around for his Marshmallow. That was when he heard a voice. And cries. His eyes opened wider in fear, and he quickly crawled off the bed, ignoring the pain. Reese was in danger.
He dragged himself towards the sounds, until he got to the front desk, and spotted Reese, that got eerily silent, stabbing the unmoving form that used to be Alan again and again and again. The face of the dead man was unrecognizable in the darkness, the blood and whatever Reese did to him. His breathing was loud and sharp, and his shoulders shook harder than they ever did.
“…Reese?” Lucas’ voice was soft, quiet. The man snapped his head in his direction, and he looked back at the knife, before sticking it in Alan one last time.
Lucas got closer, pulling Reese into a tight hug, not minding the hot slickness of the blood on his hands and clothes. The other man kept shaking, and his eyes twitching. He hugged back, holding Lucas close. Then he started screaming again. Loud, tortured screams and cries as he hid his face in Lucas’ shoulder.
Lucas held him like that, sitting in a pool of blood, until morning. He was never going to let him go.
20: Does your OC hurt others often unintentionally? If yes, how?
21: Does your OC hurt others often intentionally? If yes, how?
If he does intentionally or not, it’s always with low blows and painful remarks he knows will stop anyone he’s arguing with.
22: How does your OC usually show affection? Are they openly romantic or more restricted with their affectionate emotions?
Trish hugs a lot, and when it comes to romantic affections, she’s surprisingly alright with pda. Kissing, holding hands, just being insanely close to her girlfriend.
23: Does your OC tend to hide something about their personality/essence when meeting new people? If yes, what?
Even people close to her doesn’t think she hides anything from them about her personnality, except maybe the fact that she’s a bit sassier than they thought.
But deep down, she’s very insecure about herself and her work.
