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Guess what came in today~

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                    And where will you go? A world that never                               WANTED you in the 𝒇𝓲𝓻𝓼𝓽 place?

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They see me rollin’…aw, crap.

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Usually its overwhelming force was enough for most opponents. Few within STEM could withstand its onslaught, and those that could still had to suffer through its attacks. For it to be disarmed was inconceivable. It paid more attention to that than the strangeness of the man. STEM mutilated and warped its victims in strange ways, though to have such conscious control was unusual. The prospect of a challenge--of a real fight after so long in stagnation--warred with its typical mad paranoia, taking more consideration as to its opponent.

His attack could not break it. The Keeper didn’t even flinch as the claws raked against the metal, producing a screech and sparks. Attacking the safe itself would be fruitless, the box was impenetrable. Its body bled a little, but overall the damage was minuscule and easily ignored. Even when the man’s form changed again, the Keeper was unfazed.  Instead it merely summoned a long, dark sword. The form of the sword was from the mind of one of its earlier victims, long and dark. It pulsed with a deep, unholy light seeming almost alive. This weapon would not be wrested away, and its blade was capable of piercing anything. A new trick, made possible because of all the power the interloper had absorbed and the Keeper had subsequently stolen.

It charged forward, faster than before, its lumbering form belying just how fast it could move. Over and over it sliced, intent on reducing the man before it into pieces.

At the charge of the figure, almost unconsciously, Alex’s arms shifted into deadly bladed fingers, blood mist diffusing into the air. He caught the incoming hammer, stoping it in mid swing. The shear force rippled his biomass, and that told him that swing was powerful enough to rupture human bones. But he was not human.

He sized up this monstrosity. It was taller then him, but he had dealt with such brutes before. With a strong pull he wretched the mallet from the Keeper’s hand, tossing it away, giving him an opportunity to get in a few swipes himself. He clawed at the Keeper, but found that the safe did not yield. Time to switch tactics. From claws, his arms turned to crushing fist, which he slammed together, sending a shockwave throughout the environment. “Come on, you big lug, let’s see what you got.”

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What a strange Haunted. Obviously she had all her facilities, despite her monstrous form. Another agent, perhaps? Someone else sent by Mobius to help him? Not that he needed the help, nor had he been updated on any others. Not that he expected the company to be particularly revealing, Boxman hadn’t heard from them in quite some time. 

He shook his head, still wary. He had just been exploring, wandering through STEM. The mansion had long since been cleared, so he’d decided to leave it and expand his search for his daughter. He’d been sure she was in the mansion, but there hadn’t been more than a few signs of her. That thought nagged at him, some sense that wasn’t right. But he couldn’t place exactly what was wrong. So he brushed it off, focused on the thing in front of him. He stepped a little closer, ‘looking’ up at her face, head cocked and curious.

The being was humanoid… it’s body resembled that of a humans, but it was not human. An inky black tongue slipped between her lips to taste it’s scent, running it over her palate. Most certainly not human, she confirmed. Drathenia peered down at the creature, her eyeless gaze studying the safe’s face. A helmet or was it part of it’s anatomy? She was compelled by a sudden urge to try pry it open and find out. However that would be improper to say in the least, not to mention the hammer it wielded was quite off putting. 

At the simple shrug of his shoulders, Drathenia tilted her head and a furrow blemished her brow. She hadn’t truly expected them to respond, what with a safe for a head, but it was worth a try all the same. At least he seemed to understand her. Questions with simple yes and no answers would be best, she decided. 

“Did you come here intentionally?” She rephrased, the hollows of her eyes tightened with suspicion. 

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The young man was fast, the Keeper would give him that. Even injured the Keeper would be hard pressed to keep up, until its prey ran out of energy and luck. Its mind cast about for a moment, trying to figure out just where he’d gotten to. Too far away now for the Keeper to hear properly. An annoyance. It lifted its hammer to its head, banging loudly. Each clank gave it a clearer picture, akin to echolocation as it looked for where he’d run off to.

James did not bother with hiding as he ran, he knew the trail of blood he was leaving behind would give away any space he chose to hide in. Keeping his breathing as steady as he could James pressed on and turned a corner to give himself more space from the monster he could hear encroaching on him.

They were so persistent! Why could they not just leave him alone! He just wanted to go home! This place was so fucking awful he could cry! Still, he did not want to get caught by that thing.

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The Keeper hesitated for a moment at the sound, unsure if it was a warning or sign of welcoming. Either way it didn't matter. More importantly what was she doing in the apartments portion of STEM? The cramped narrow hallways were surely uncomfortable. It rattled quietly, its own form of a question.

Clicking her long nails against the wall, the paint peeled and flecked off at the rhythmic tapping. A low purr rumbled in her throat as a figure emerged from the darkness.

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a basic summary of me

me: i have written a reply

rp partner: you fucked up a perfectly good, fluffy thread is what you did. look at it. it’s got angst

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Picky, picky. It wasn’t as though there was a wide variety of options here. The Keeper thought a moment, before offering something from its sack that might at one point have been part of a head, with some hair still attached. If them man didn’t like that it’d try hunting down a rat or something.

It threw a package of hotdogs at the man. They weren't particularly well-kept, and the package should never be opened. On the front the words Oscar Meyer were circled in what was probably blood.

His bloody hands clutch the package, and he brings it to his face, sniffing before shaking his head, like a dog smelling something foul. He tosses the package aside, making a minor miracle of the fact that it doesn’t split open.

“Tainted,” he grunts, wrapping bony arms around himself. Once his concern might have been for the lack of kosher certification, but he is beyond caring about such religious predilections. 

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Sentence Starters Based on Tumblr Tags (mostly from rp blogs)

“Who should we kill first?” 

“Oh. That’s just nasty. And horrible. I love it. Let’s do it.” 

“I shouldn’t show you guys this… But I’ll do it anyway.” 

“No one knows the true me.” 

“Proud mama bear.” 

“I finally made one.” 

“I fucking love her.” 

“One day I’ll eat a whole tray of these.” 

“Story of my life.” 

“Follow the bae!” 

“Should we just hurt one of the kids in the car accident?” 

“Where should we go from here?” 

“Is that alright?” 

“I can change for you.” 

“Please don’t kill her. I want to do it.” 

“Didn’t we lock the door?” 

“I’m like Santa. But instead of bringing gifts, I bring pain and suffering.” 

“I feed of my children’s pain.” 

“What if we lure them into the warehouse, and then kill them?” 

“Angry child.” 

“Of course I wont kill you without asking for permission.” 

“Did you just stab my baby?” 

“Proud trash child.” 

“Yes. This is what I love. Sex everywhere.” 

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FRANKIE’S 200 FOLLOWER GIVE-AWAY!

Wowee, 200 folks following this old cannibal, I can’t believe it! At least twenty of you are actually active blogs, too! 

To say thanks for the welcoming, supportive group y’all have created, I’d like to do a small giveaway. Whether you’re an Outlast themed blog, a private blog, or some other fandom, you’ve been good putting up with my spotty appearances and haphazard updating. Y’all deserve prizes!

So, here’s what’s on offer:

Third Prize: one single-character, detailed sketch of winner’s choice.  

Second Prize: one 1k-1.5k word drabble, Outlast-themed with specific subject being winner’s choice

First Prize: one 2k word drabble, Outlast themed, with specific subject being winner’s choice AND one single-character, detailed sketch

All you need do to enter is:

Like or reblog this post. Doing both gives you two entries, but you can only win one prize.

Be an active, non-giveaway blog

FOLLOW ME!! New followers are welcome, but if you’re not following me, your entry will not count.

GOOD LUCK! And thank you so very much!

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YAAAAAAAAAaaaaa, Happy birthday to me

(Seb/Jo/Haunted Jo)

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"Schlos," he rasps, reaching up toward the boxhead's 'face'. "Cuz yer locked up tight."

Rename my character and tell me why you picked that name.

The Keeper wasn’t fluent in other languages so didn’t know what that word meant, but the reasoning behind it made sense at least. It nodded, taking pride in how impenetrable it was, while brushing his hand away from where it had gotten uncomfortably close.

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Rename my character and tell me why you picked that name.

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The Creation of The Keeper

My DeviantArt

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My drafts are at ZERO. If you don’t see your response...um...oops? Let me know. I think I responded to everyone but tumblr is eating my notifications that let me know when someone has replied