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She could feel it. The darkness enveloping the two as their alter ego’s melted away. Soon, she was sure, all that was left, under that blanket of writhing evil and fear…was a pair of scared siblings. Really, that was all there was to them.
Fay, no, Alieen hung on tightly to her brother, willing his nightmares to go away. Her “magic” trying to push them away from her darling big brother. She knew he’d never be the same, but…she loved him, after all. It wouldn’t matter. He would never hurt her, she knew that. He couldn’t…
She was right in the end. He could never.. ever.. hurt her. Not even if he tried. In his new eyes she was untouchable..The shadows faded slowly, what little was left of his memory going with them. Its almost surreal.. the power he felt. He could do anything..
You giggle, pushing her away gently. Who was she again? Why did it even matter? Stretching, you grin. It was nice to be free..
==> SO~ HEHEHEHE~ WANT TO PLAY A GAME~
"Play... A game?" She asked, noticing the shadows fade and him pushing her away. Suddenly her memory was wiped, allowing her to remember even less of what she had remembered. She remembered a smile and pain. That was it.
"I suppose. What game will we be playing, brother?" She asked, feeling the urge to call him that. He didnt seem horrible, but yet...he did...
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Wait a second…
THIS FUCKING GUY
JUST GOT STRAIGHT UP FRAMED BY HIS BEST FRIEND
WAS SENT TO HIS DEATH BY HIS OTHER FRIENDS
ALMOST GOT KILLED IN A BOTCHED EXECUTION
CAME BACK LIKE A MOTHERFUCKER
AND STRAIGHT UP FORGIVES ALL OF THEM IN A HEARTBEAT NO QUESTIONS ASKED
LOOK AT THIS GUY
SOME OF YA’LL MOTHERFUCKERS CAN’T EVEN FORGIVE SOMEBODY ON THIS SITE FOR HAVING AN OTP YOU CAN’T AGREE WITH
YA’LL COULD LEARN A THING OR TWO FROM MOTHERFUCKING MAKOTO NAEGI
Fay chuckled at his response.
"Are you sure? Fire, cardboard, a pair of orphans, a fluffy blanket? The name, "Graham? None of this means anything to you? Or, do you just not know anything?" she responded, turning to face him.
She knew it was him. They were related someway, somehow. It was her gut feeling, and she was almost always right, after all.
Bad frowns.. Her words were hitting something deep within him. That long forgotten light. A small fire.. Warm.. Just enough to light their little cardboard home. Her smile-
==> STOP IT!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO MY HEAD?!
He roars, shadows surrounding him in a futile effort to protect himself. The feeling of self loathing washed through him, right down to his very core.. Why couldn’t he save her?
The shadows rip at the ground, tearing the bark from the tree, restlessly shifting from place to place. They wanted blood. The blood of the girl causing their host such distress. It was their job after all.. They couldn’t have him die after everything they had worked for..
Fay flew up and back, dodging his handiwork and the shadows that thirsted for her. She could feel actual emotions being dragged to the surface, she didn’t recognize it…The feeling to run down and hug him, to make everything alri-
"Grahammy! Grahammy look what I-"
Oh, that hurt her head. She faltered in her flight for a moment, before shooting up again and circling him.
"Come now, surely you remember something? Anything? Or does it just not matter to you? Your past, those you loved, how you died." She yelled to him, coming closer and closer.
Little memories were surfacing.. Painful memories..
==> ALI!? ALI I’M H-H-
He drops to his knees, shadows surrounding him in a black dome. Blocking her out. They would not allow this to continue. Snaking into his head they began to tear his mind apart once more.. Their work would not be undone.
They would have an obedient host…
Fay floats to the ground, angry and upset. So, the nightmares were causing it. Having her little bit of magic, she shoved them away, just long enough to get inside to him. Fay looked to him, allowing her past to come to surface.
Fear, pain, innocence, all brought to the surface.
"Grahammy…Grahammy…Come on…You can do it…" She couldn’t push them out, she could only help. He could do it, he was strong enough.
He was her big brother, after all.
The shadows try to stop her, jabbing out at her weakly as the dome began to evaporate.. He was nothing more than an empty shell now, his eyes dull..
"A-Ali.." He mutters as his knees give way, sending him tumbling to the ground They had won.. They had beaten every shred of humanity from the husk of a boy.. Everything he had known and loved.. The grim horrors of what had been done to him and his darling sister.. All of it had been burned away…
She could feel it. The darkness enveloping the two as their alter ego's melted away. Soon, she was sure, all that was left, under that blanket of writhing evil and fear...was a pair of scared siblings. Really, that was all there was to them.
Fay, no, Alieen hung on tightly to her brother, willing his nightmares to go away. Her "magic" trying to push them away from her darling big brother. She knew he'd never be the same, but...she loved him, after all. It wouldn't matter. He would never hurt her, she knew that. He couldn't...
Fay chuckled at his response.
"Are you sure? Fire, cardboard, a pair of orphans, a fluffy blanket? The name, "Graham? None of this means anything to you? Or, do you just not know anything?" she responded, turning to face him.
She knew it was him. They were related someway, somehow. It was her gut feeling, and she was almost always right, after all.
Bad frowns.. Her words were hitting something deep within him. That long forgotten light. A small fire.. Warm.. Just enough to light their little cardboard home. Her smile-
==> STOP IT!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO MY HEAD?!
He roars, shadows surrounding him in a futile effort to protect himself. The feeling of self loathing washed through him, right down to his very core.. Why couldn’t he save her?
The shadows rip at the ground, tearing the bark from the tree, restlessly shifting from place to place. They wanted blood. The blood of the girl causing their host such distress. It was their job after all.. They couldn’t have him die after everything they had worked for..
Fay flew up and back, dodging his handiwork and the shadows that thirsted for her. She could feel actual emotions being dragged to the surface, she didn’t recognize it…The feeling to run down and hug him, to make everything alri-
"Grahammy! Grahammy look what I-"
Oh, that hurt her head. She faltered in her flight for a moment, before shooting up again and circling him.
"Come now, surely you remember something? Anything? Or does it just not matter to you? Your past, those you loved, how you died." She yelled to him, coming closer and closer.
Little memories were surfacing.. Painful memories..
==> ALI!? ALI I’M H-H-
He drops to his knees, shadows surrounding him in a black dome. Blocking her out. They would not allow this to continue. Snaking into his head they began to tear his mind apart once more.. Their work would not be undone.
They would have an obedient host…
Fay floats to the ground, angry and upset. So, the nightmares were causing it. Having her little bit of magic, she shoved them away, just long enough to get inside to him. Fay looked to him, allowing her past to come to surface.
Fear, pain, innocence, all brought to the surface.
"Grahammy...Grahammy...Come on...You can do it..." She couldn't push them out, she could only help. He could do it, he was strong enough.
He was her big brother, after all.
Fay chuckled at his response.
"Are you sure? Fire, cardboard, a pair of orphans, a fluffy blanket? The name, "Graham? None of this means anything to you? Or, do you just not know anything?" she responded, turning to face him.
She knew it was him. They were related someway, somehow. It was her gut feeling, and she was almost always right, after all.
Bad frowns.. Her words were hitting something deep within him. That long forgotten light. A small fire.. Warm.. Just enough to light their little cardboard home. Her smile-
==> STOP IT!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO MY HEAD?!
He roars, shadows surrounding him in a futile effort to protect himself. The feeling of self loathing washed through him, right down to his very core.. Why couldn’t he save her?
The shadows rip at the ground, tearing the bark from the tree, restlessly shifting from place to place. They wanted blood. The blood of the girl causing their host such distress. It was their job after all.. They couldn’t have him die after everything they had worked for..
Fay flew up and back, dodging his handiwork and the shadows that thirsted for her. She could feel actual emotions being dragged to the surface, she didn't recognize it...The feeling to run down and hug him, to make everything alri-
"Grahammy! Grahammy look what I-"
Oh, that hurt her head. She faltered in her flight for a moment, before shooting up again and circling him.
"Come now, surely you remember something? Anything? Or does it just not matter to you? Your past, those you loved, how you died." She yelled to him, coming closer and closer.
Bad doesn’t give her the satisfaction of a reaction, his stony gaze remaining straight forward as she circled around him. Her word bit into his withered heart.
Why..?
==> You are seriously fishing aren’t you.. Haven’t you heard? I don’t care about anything. I am destruction personified..
"Like I said, I’m simply curious. Every Anon has a story after all."
Fay shrugged and looked back at him, letting her wings flutter.
"Do you not remember anything, Bad? Nothing of you human life? Not even a single detail? What..made you turn this way?" She asked, raising her brows in a question.
Frowning he turns to face her, the shadows retreating. Every Anon had a story? Not that he would know.. He whisked through towns like a suffocating fog..
==> I don’t need to remember. Its not important..
Fay chuckled, smirking at him. She had almost completely forgotten her past as well, but she remembered little things. Fae dolls, a fire, a warm embrace, cardboard…
She turned her back to him, lost in thought for a moment.She looked over her shoulder at him, her smirk disappearing. It was her brother, there was no doubt.
"It’s funny…How I know more about you than you do. If it’s not important, then why did you have that subconscious feeling, that feeling that you needed to find something, hmm?" she asked, turning away.
Watching her closely with narrowed eyes he stands his ground. He could end this conversation anytime he wanted.. So why.. Why wouldn’t the shadow’s bend to his will?
Her very presence was awakening something long forgotten in the constant torture he endured. A light in the dark.. Something to cling to even in his darkest hours. So familiar and yet it made no sense to him.
==> You know nothing about me..
Fay chuckled at his response.
"Are you sure? Fire, cardboard, a pair of orphans, a fluffy blanket? The name, "Graham? None of this means anything to you? Or, do you just not know anything?" she responded, turning to face him.
She knew it was him. They were related someway, somehow. It was her gut feeling, and she was almost always right, after all.
Posted by obstacol
this is so creepy to me
woah okay slow down there nature
they have little penises
I thought the little penises were the point of the trap
I’M ACTUALLY A REALLY NICE PERSON IM JUST USED TO BEING WALKED ALL OVER AND DISRESPECTED SO SOMETIMES I COME OFF AS MEAN BUT I JUST CANT LET PEOPLE TAKE ADVANTAGE OF ME AND I HAD TO GROW UP REALLY FAST OK BUT I PROMISE I HAVE A GOOD HEART AND GOOD INTENTIONS AND I DONT WANT TO EVER HURT PEOPLE’S FEELINGS BUT SOMETIMES I JSUT HAVE TO HAVE THE UPPER HAND AND MAKE SURE I DONT GET HURT IM SORR YI LOVE EVERYONE
SOMEBODY FUCKING SAID IT
Oh I want a tree house!
Paweł Jońca
((REBLOGGING BECAUSE OF ANON))
Bad doesn’t give her the satisfaction of a reaction, his stony gaze remaining straight forward as she circled around him. Her word bit into his withered heart.
Why..?
==> You are seriously fishing aren’t you.. Haven’t you heard? I don’t care about anything. I am destruction personified..
"Like I said, I’m simply curious. Every Anon has a story after all."
Fay shrugged and looked back at him, letting her wings flutter.
"Do you not remember anything, Bad? Nothing of you human life? Not even a single detail? What..made you turn this way?" She asked, raising her brows in a question.
Frowning he turns to face her, the shadows retreating. Every Anon had a story? Not that he would know.. He whisked through towns like a suffocating fog..
==> I don’t need to remember. Its not important..
Fay chuckled, smirking at him. She had almost completely forgotten her past as well, but she remembered little things. Fae dolls, a fire, a warm embrace, cardboard...
She turned her back to him, lost in thought for a moment.She looked over her shoulder at him, her smirk disappearing. It was her brother, there was no doubt.
"It's funny...How I know more about you than you do. If it's not important, then why did you have that subconscious feeling, that feeling that you needed to find something, hmm?" she asked, turning away.
A tree atop a hill, that was where he was. Her mind and wings buzzed with excitement, but also slight fear. What was this aura? This..evil? She climbed the hill and she stood in front of him. This was Bad.
The one she had heard so much about, fighting and destroying-
Grahammy.
The name jumped into her head and she stared at him, her “eyes” wide and confused.
She watched him for a moment before speaking.
”..Graham…?”
Looking up he almost smiles. The one called Fay had come to him.. The so cold balance keeper. She looked familiar..
==> Graham? That’s a new one.. I’ve been called plenty of odd nicknames.
The need to wonder aimlessly.. The need to find something.. It had faded as soon as she arrived. His heart, or what was left of it, beat a little faster. She had to be someone special. Someone.. Someone he knew..
"Right. Bad, thats your "name" isn’t it? The Bad One, Bad, Evil Incarnate." Alieen, no, Fay frowned at him, chuckling. This couldn’t be her brother! Graham..Graham was kind…are sweet…He wouldn’t dare be this.
But he seemed so familiar…his “smile”, the way he stood, his voice…it all seemed like Graham. It couldn’t be, however.
"I would say it’s a pleasure, but that would be like saying being beaten to death would be a good way to die." She told him, keeping her stare cold.
It wasn’t Graham…
It couldn’t be..
Graham must of gone somewhere better than this.
His shadows darken the hillside. Was she really antagonizing him? Really? How cute.
==> What do you want little girl?
Instead of his usual rampage he waits.. He actually wants to hear what she had to say.
Fay sneered at him, chuckling.
"Little girl? What makes you think that? I am not so little any more."
She approaches him and circles him looking him over.
"Why, exactly, do others find you threatening? Your shadows come from nightmares you had as a human, no? Stress, and a horrible life perhaps? Only one person in the world to care about you?" she asked, forcing herself to continue.
"Let me ask you…how would they think of you? Granted, I don’t really care, but I’m curious."
Bad doesn’t give her the satisfaction of a reaction, his stony gaze remaining straight forward as she circled around him. Her word bit into his withered heart.
Why..?
==> You are seriously fishing aren’t you.. Haven’t you heard? I don’t care about anything. I am destruction personified..
"Like I said, I'm simply curious. Every Anon has a story after all."
Fay shrugged and looked back at him, letting her wings flutter.
"Do you not remember anything, Bad? Nothing of you human life? Not even a single detail? What..made you turn this way?" She asked, raising her brows in a question.
