Tomorrow school restarts. In these days, I prepared everything. I studied. I went often, really often, to the bookshop (couldn't take tsh that time because I had to retire schoolbooks :/). I practiced. I enjoyed last moments of this summer. I think that I'll miss really much this year. But time flows. I revised. I prepared tiramisù with my brother. It was simply delicious. I must sleep now. Tomorrow - today, midnight's past - is the day. And I am ready. Excited. Nervous. Determinated. I don't really want to see again some faces, but I'll deal with it. I organized all classes. All study programs. All all. It will be great. Now I must sleep. I'll update tomorrow for first day.
COUTUME | Saints de glace : qui étaient-ils ? ➽ https://bit.ly/Saints-Glace Désignant une période climatologique embrassant les 11, 12 et 13 mai, jours où étaient traditionnellement célébrés respectivement saint Mamert, saint Pancrace et saint Servais, les saints de glace ont la réputation d'amener la froidure en plein milieu du joli mois de mai, d'où le surnom qui leur fut infligé mais que leur existence ne justifie en rien
“Le Plaisir” de Max Ophüls (1952) - adapté de trois nouvelles “Le Masque”, “Le Modèle” et “La Maison Tellier” de Guy de Maupassant (1881-89) - avec Jean Gabin, Danielle Darrieux, Madeleine Renaud, Ginette Leclerc, Daniel Gélin, Simone Simon, Claude Dauphin, Jean Galland, Gaby Morlay, la participation de Pierre Brasseur et la voix-off de Jean Servais, octobre 2023.
Emma is a highkey yandere in the game, so don’t mind me. I’m just writing some fanfiction about her.
Yandere Hunter Emma x Emily
Emma’s POV
Every day, only one thing can lift my spirits out of the abyss that consistently claws at my soul. I watch her day and night doing the littlest of things, but, it’s the way she does them that makes her so memorizing. My angel.
I stare at Emily from across the room with heart filled eyes. Just one look, and butterflies flutter throughout my entire body. I would have gone to the doctor for help, but I was too shy to mention such a ludicrous thing. I talked to her a few times though, but was unaware of her true feelings for me. Maybe it was her kindness towards everyone that startles me so frequently.
It hasn’t been easy since father made me become a hunter by his side. He didn’t want to see his little girl get hurt any longer. I was fine with it at first, believing it would be easier to spend time with Emily if I make her during matches. I tend to kill every survivor just to spend a little time with my precious medic, but she always leave in the end. Why can’t she stay?!
I watch her converse with the other survivors, yet angered over their treatment of her. She was an angel, my angel, yet they treat her like an ordinary unspecial person?!
No, she was mine, mine, mine, and she left me for them! Them! The homeless freak with a flashlight! The stuck up snob, and a guy so stupid that he thought to poisen rats with wine in a bottle!!! This time, I’m going save her from her ‘friends’ and keep her with me. That way, she’ll never leave me again.
Before I knew it, all of the other survivors and Emily has readied up, making me the only one that remains. I’m coming my angel.
Emily’s POV
Just as the match began, I had this weird feeling in my gut, like something bad was about to happen. It turns out, I spawned by the building at Arms Factory. I met up with Edgar while trying to find an empty cipher, but all he does it sneer at me and storms off, claiming I already tainted the cipher so I may as well take it.
I swear he can be repulsing at times, but there is still a game to finish, so I begin decoding the cipher, making sure not to trigger a single calibeation. I’m not in my A game today, partially because of Edgar but mainly due to the increases uneasiness lurking in my thoughts.
I stop decoding for a few seconds, frantically checking around to make sure Wu Chang nor Yidhra terrorshocks me. Nothing is there, so I turn back to decode. However, something catches the corner of my eye. I believe I see someone looking directly at me, forcing me to turn back, but once again, there is nothing.
“It must have been my imagination,” I sigh to myself, while tucking a few strands of hair back in place, decoding as quickly as possible once again.
Emma’s POV
I wish I could watch Emily decode the cipher all day. See the comfort in her eyes knowing I was there to protect her. Hear her luscious voice echo in my ears, making my heart quiver and melt. Yet for this to last forever, I’ll have to be quick. This should be easy. The first person I should target is Edgar. He acted as if Emily was worse than dirt, but she’s a lovely rose. If his comment withers inside my angel’s brain, her purity and grace could disappear. He should be kissing the ground she walks on. It’s time to teach that bloody worm a lesson.
It doesn’t even take me 10 seconds to find Edgar, who is grumbling to himself like the meanie he is. I bet that maniac is saying something like.
“Haha. My evil and horrendous plan to torement Emily has begun! First, I will strip her of all beauty she has then make her my everlasting slave for all eternity using my master manipulation and insults. Then I can paint pictures of her and throw them in all of these peasants’ face, proclaiming that I got paintings of Emily while you got nothing! Everyone sucks but me!”
The funny thing is, he has his head is so stuck up his rambles that he doesn’t even realize that I’m standing right behind him. Then, with one swing of my chainsaw, I smacked him to the ground. He he he. Father doesn’t even know that I took it from him yet, or he hasn’t told me. I prefer my first deduction. Edgar’s screams out in terror, or continued screaming. I don’t know how long he was screaming for. Blood already trickled on the dirt, which makes me feel bad. I mean, why should the ground have to bear the burden of his worthless blood. Even his cries of agony is torment.
I’m going to send him to space! I learned quite a few things about rocket chairs while being a hunter, so I can not only speed up the time, but also how high he goes, and he’s gonna go as far away from my angel as possible.
“Have fun blasting off to space!” Emma chuckles at him while placing him on a nearby chair, causing his eyes to widen in terror.
Something about his eyes frightens, no, terrified me, but not because I feel sorry for him. I still continue tinkering with the chair, but the more I look at his face, the more puzzle pieces seem to click together in my mind. Emily isn’t soothed whenever I watch her. She’s scared. She’s scared of me! After all I’ve done for her, and she’s scared of me. What has Snot Boy done for her apart from being a jerk? Nothing. Yet here she is, frightened of me over him!!! Well, things are going to change my angel. I’ll make you love me as much as I love you. Soon, we’ll never be apart.
“As much as I wish to bring you more pain, I wouldn’t want to spoil my dignity,” Emma chirps out to Edgar with a smile on her face, finishing the final touches on the chair.
And just like that, I press the button, and the chair skyrockets beyond eye sight, and away from my darling’s life. All that’s left is the others.
Emily’s POV
I was quickly decoding the cipher machine, which is almost complete, about to click a calibration, until a blood curdling scream spreads throughout the entire map. My eyes grow as wide as an owls as I hastily turn my head around, the rest of my body glued in place. The voice sounded like a female’s. Tears form in my eyes, but I hold them back, and continue decoding. However, the failed calibration brought it down by 10%.
I mutter to myself in annoyance, proceeding to decode the rest of the machine. It takes longer then it should have, but I finally finished, sighing out to myself in relief. The good news is, one more cipher has been complete as well, leaving 3 ciphers left. The bad news, is that scream that occured moments ago.
I was the closest, so I must be the one to at least check out the scream. Maybe my teammate was only jumped. No one rescued him yet, so I took it into my own hands to save him. I begin to head over towards the location where the noise came from, careful not to make a single noise for the hunter would hear.
Suddenly, my feet grow slightly damp, causing me to wonder what I could have stepped in. A part of me doesn’t wish to know, but curiousity quickly takes over. My eyes widen in terror, for my vision couldn’t avert from the crimson red blood resting in a puddle on the ground.
It’s not like I haven’t ever seen blood before, but such an excessive amount could lead to someone’s desth. The blood continues on one continuous path, pratically taunting me, hoping I would follow. I quickly check around, hoping that there was a chair nearby, or that the hunter was Undead, which would explain the drastic amount of blood. However, while following the trail, it leads towards an exact location that I knew too well. The time was so short, yet one of my teammates was already sent back fo the manor. It was completely obvious too, for the grass was crisp and burnt for several meters, the only different color being red. Even the walls that the chair was nearby slightly crumbling from the impact.
“Well, I guess Undead is clear for this match,” I speak out loud while staring directly at the scene. “I’ve never seen such a huge impact from the chair before. The others should be warned. For all we know, a new hunter may be on the loose, or Mad Eyes discovered some new technology,”
And just like that, I head out, hoping to find the others and warn them before the hunter does. It doesn’t take long to find Kreacher, whom only laughs at my remarks while rolling over on my stomach, telling me that I should decode. Although, he is more likely stuttering it out since he can hardly keep his breath. Of course Kreacher acts like an immature brat, as usual.
Despite it bringing me mental pain to admit it, Kreacher does carry some weight towards his words. I should decode another cipher before anyone other survivors get sent back to the manor. Maybe someone else can inform me of these events.
So I dash towards another cipher and begin decoding once again, begging acceleration decoding to occur at any moments. The last thing I want is to face the hunter that caused that scream and dreadful scene.
Emma’s POV
Ugh! Servais finished decoding a cipher just when I was about to hit him! To make matters worse, he used a wand, preventing me from injuring him! Why does he have to be so difficult! Then his clone or whatever his image is starts taunting me and waving his butt in my face. How Emily deals with these people I’ll never know!
It doesn’t matter that much though because he’s stupid. While chasing him, he tries slamming a pallet, and I got a free hit, causing him to flee like a baby. Problem for him, easy game for me. The area where he left doesn’t have any pallets, so it gave me the perfect opportunity to knock him down. His scream isn’t as satisfying as Edgar’s. I don’t think any scream would be. Well, maybe my angel’s in bed, but Edgar still wins the pain scream reward.
I pratically skip with glee as I shove Servais’ body into the chair. He grunts in pain while giving me a death glare, but I don’t care. Him being on the chair will lure another survivor out. If it’s Kreacher, we’ll get to reenact what we did our first match together. It was sure hot that day, and that boy was on fire. Emily never showed up to the show, which made me cry for days. I did all of that for her and she still wouldn’t notice me! If it was Emily who showed uo, I’ll probably hit her, but only to prevent her from bodyblocking Servais. She can heal any wound I give her. That’s what makes her so incredible.
All of a sudden, I hear an obnoxious voice yelling across the distance. It’s none other than Kreacher, and he’s doing that annoying dance again. Does every survivor wave their butts at people?
I think he didn’t even come here to save Servais but to annoy me instead, for he’s not even rescueing magician before the halfway point. That’s when Servais was hollaring like a baby to rescue him. Yesh. It’s not like it’s going to matter. You’re going to space anyway. Kreacher continues dancing with glee. This guy is seriously throwing the game. My survivor instincts are instantly annoyed, but I realized that this will make saving my little flower much easier, so I let it slide. Maybe he can deliver a message to her such as bees delivering pollen.
I grab my chainsaw and instantly charge towards Kreacher. He tries blinding me with his flashlight, but I smack him head on with the chainsaw. He surprisingly doesn’t die from this but scurries towards Servais. I follow right behind him, hoping to terrorshock him before the rescue, but Kreacher does something that even confuses me.
He doesn’t even bother rescuing Servais and begins dancing next to the chair. Servais’ face looks like a volcano at this rate, and I’m not complaining at Kreacher being stupid. I’m just confused, but then again, everything is confusing about the flashlight hobo.
All of a sudden, he jumps on Servais’ lap with a smile on his face. My eyes widen in shock, and Servais is completely repulsed by this. Kreacher is even wrapping his arms around Servais’ neck before the chair sends them both off to space.
I wouldn’t have believed it if I hadn’t seen it with my own two eyes. I would have only not half believed it with one eye. My brain is still trying to process what happened, and it’s already hard enough now that I’m a hunter, but this, this is insanity at it’s prime! Kind of makes me want to top it, but that’s a time for future Emma. Present Emma is seeking a little alone with with her angel, and she’s so close that she can taste it.
Emily’s POV
I already knew of Servais’ departure of the game, but am uncertain whether I should rescue Thief or not. Something unnatural is going on with this particular match, and that is really saying something considering all of the insanity that happens within these games. For some peculiar reason, a spider and a robot girl are dating.
Although my body trembles with fear while I stare out into the open, I deduce that I must at least try and save Kreacher, even if he is a little sketchy and confusing at times. At least I know where the dungeon is just in case rescuing him leads to a failure, unless the hunter chases me instead of Kreacher.
My head turns over to where each and every rocket chair is in the area. However, there is no sign of Kreacher anywhere. I call out to him, deducing that he is bleeding out, yet there is no response. My eyes narrow in suspicion, wondering what could have happened to him. The basement was on the other side of the map, so he couldn’t have gone far. The more I look, the more his fate grows grim and strange.
“Where could he have possibly gone?” Emily sighs to herself, completely fuzzled over these strange events. “First Edgar, and now this?”
No matter how much I dwell on thid situation, I am unable to piece together the puzzle standing right before me. It’s almost as if I was missing a particular piece. I should stop. There is no use in figuring this out if I can learn the truth once I get back to the manor. The others are probably laughing at my incompetence at the moment.
So I depart from the scene and make my way towards the dungeon. However, it’s on the other side of the map, but I should get there with no dire complications. The hunter is most likely camping it, and I’m fully healed, so I’ll be able to escape.
I dashes towards the dungeon, but as I does so, my heart begins beating, implying that the hunter is near. I’ll be able to escape though, so there’s nothing worrying me. It isn’t until I get a good glimpse of the dungeon that my heart began sinking like an anchor.
The dungeon door is not only closed, but a vast amount of rocket chair are stacked on top of it. There, I see Emma relaxing on one of the chairs with a ginormous smile from ear to ear. She checks around the area, her eyes scanning every corner bouncing in anticipation.
I’ve never seen Emma take such a precaution before. It’s quite shocking. So shocking it makes me wonder if this is even allowed in the game. I’m not giving up yet though! All I have to do is come up with a plan then execute it in order to escape. The question is….. what? It seems as if I must play her game for now.
Emma’s POV
Hehehe. My plan is perfect! Emily will have no choice but to come here! And when she does, I’ll be able to protect her as long as we live! Her protector. Her knight. Her sweetheart. Three in one, and I’m all of them. Sure, she may be scared of me because I’m a hunter, but I can make her see past my appearance and we’ll finally be together.
I’m so close to finally being with my angel.
It seems to be taking her a long time to find me however. Does she want to play hide and seek with me? Maybe she needs help? No, I must wait here. I can’t risk her leaving me again, just like everyone else always does. This is my one chance for us to be united together.
~Forever~
All of a sudden, the noise of a siren pierces my ears, causing me to scream in agony while covering both sides of my ears. Father said I’ll get used to it after awhile, but the noise is still painful. He told me it was the owner’s way of punishing hunters who fail at their duty.
She can’t be leaving me!!! Not after all I did for her! I have to stop her before she exits my life again! I can’t let her do that! I won’t lrt her do that! I suffered through that hobo’s obnoxious dancing just to see her and this is how she acts!?
I saw where the last cipher was popped, so I went to the closest gate to where that cipher was. Lucky for me, I had teleport. Guess I’m the new Lucky Guy in town. Once I get to the gate, I can already tell that Emily is nearby.
I quickly turn around, and there she is, running away from me in terror. So adorable. My angel is unable to fly however. She won’t get far.
I didn’t even bother chasing her, but instead, follow her throughout the entire match. Despite me trying to be the nicest sweetheart, she keeps running away from me!!! Ugh! What is she going to do?! It’s not like the dungeon is completely open! I have a million rocket chairs planted on it!
Maybe she’s being stupid? I never saw my angel as dumb. It’s blasphemy just thinking about it. Yet here’s the proof right in front of me. Guess I should stop this little game. I found her, which means I won and she gets to be mine now!
Emily doesn’t even come close to the dungeon before I tackle her against the ground. Medics love to tackle each other. Right?….. She looks at me with pure terror in her eyes, which annoys me at first, but at the moment, I am just happy to have her wrapped in my arms. My angel wouldn’t stop panicking, doing whatever she can, hoping to struggle free from my loving grasp. Wiggling, kicking, and worming around.
“It’s okay my angel,” I try calming her down, not wanting her to have a heart attack. “No one can hurt you. Not that bloody painter or the flashlight hobo. We can be together once again, and nothing will ever tear us apart,”
The moment my words came to a close, her eyes are full of even more terror, and before I knew it, a syringe fets injected into my cheek, causing me to shriek in pain. My grip on Emily instantly falters, and without a second thought, she flees.
Tears begin forming wuthin my eyes. I tried everything to make her happy. To please her. To make her love me. Why can’t she just love me back? It’s not fair! I can’t take this anymore! Why…. why doesn’t she love me?
I watch her look back at me with the same eyes. The same eyes that she gave during the beginning of the match. The same eyes she gave when I became a hunter. The same eyes she gave ever since she saw me at the manor. Then, I realize something.
This is love.
What else could it be? I fell in love with her at first sight, and she, the same thing. This terror in her eyes. These attacks. They can only mean one thing. It’s her way of expressing her love to me. That’s got to be it. We both joined a killing game after all! Emily isn’t just any angel. She’s my angel, and I’m not letting her leave me. She may try, believing that we can not be in love at such a dreaded time, but I will prove her wrong!
A new form of energy fills me as I lift myself up from the ground. I quickly tuck a few loose strands of hair behind my ear and chase after my one love. My angel fell in love with my games after all. I may as well give my best performance to appease her.
She continues running from me, heading off to the dungeon. It was her only chance at escaping me, only to play with me once again. That’s how it’s like at this manor. One game, two games, three games. It’s all a blur now, but I will always love my Emily.
Doesn’t she know she lost already? She’s literally just watching me chase her at this point. Now she’s tampering with the rocket chairs, trying to move them. Wait. She’s touching my rocket chairs. My rocket chairs!!! Nobody touches my rocket chair but me!!! Sorry angel, but you have crossed the line, and I must punish you so you can learn a lesson.
I start advancing on her and the second she notices, and runs off in a straight line. My muscles strain themselves as I lift up one of the rocket chairs, directly aiming towards her before chucking it. Her eyes are full of terror but also shock over my methods. The chair hits her right in the head, knocking her out. If only all hunter did this, then killing survivors would be no problem.
I walk up to Emily’s unconscious body, knowing she learned her lesson. My mind lingers to all of the ways I can keep her captive inside my room. Rocket chair? No, she would mess with it, and only I’m allowed to mess with them. Rope? Too basic. Noose? Wait. That kills people. Future Emma will figure out the details, but for now…..
My angel is finally mine.
Emily’s POV
Did Emma just throw a rocket chair at me?
My head is more messed up then ten bottles of Demi’s liquor yet that’s the first thing I think of? Ugh…….
I try to move, but my arms and legs remain bounded by some mysterious unknown fabric. Well, I can’t tell because I’m wasted. My head won’t stop pounding, as if my skull is trying to climb out.
“Where……” I mutter to myself, using up most of my strength already.
I couldn’t even see properly for everything was blurry. I’m suppose to be in my room. Right? That’s where I always end up after loosing the game, yet something feels different about this place.
“I should get some rest,” I think to myself, unable to move any more.
This feeling should go away once I wake up. So, my eyes begin to close, but just before they do, I see a tall figure standing over me with a calm and frightening smile. One that almost seems familiar……
That anxiety Kurt was so good! Can I get a similar prompt but with Servais or Murro instead?
Yeah! I hope these are good~
Servais
Now, he’s a master at escaping without anyone noticing- it’s one of his favorite tricks after all.
So you don’t have to worry about peering eyes as he helps you over to a place that you can easily calm down in.
Once you two are in a safe place, it’s time for his next and personal favorite trick to help you: a card trick.
What he does is simple. Servais gets out his deck of cards and asks you to pull a card, any card will do.
When you pick a card, he’ll ask you questions about the card to bring your attention somewhere else. It could be about the suit, the numbers, or even the design.
If he knows you’d rather not be subjected to questions, then he’s got more tricks up his sleeves- quite literally at that.
Servais will even give you a deck of cards so that you may do this on yourself when he isn’t around.
Should Servais be aware, however, that his usual magic tricks won’t assist in any way- he’ll help ground you- asking what you can see, hear, and the like.
If you want him to stay by your side he will, but always shall comply with your wishes of being left alone for a while.
He’d still check up on you, of course.
Even after the event, Servais will keep checking up on you.
Murro
Concerned father-figure mode--
He’s not that great at leaving the room as quietly as Servais can, but he can manage at least to bring you to a more secluded corner.
Even his boar will help in any way she can, choosing to rub up against your leg to help ground yourself to the reality that nothing will hurt you.
She won’t do this, however, unless prompted in order to help give you your space.
Murro always asks what you need and if you’re comfortable with it, gently holds your hand.
To help clear your mind, he’ll offer a walk around the manor.
If not that, Murro will help you out with your breathing- counting to 10 and making sure you can breathe to begin with.
He’s not gonna be leaving your side for quite a while after, making sure you have someone you can trust close by should another occur.
