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"Why did you start to follow me?"

that's a good question.

it never lingers in her sight for too long. just a smudge of black in the corner of her eye every now and again. but it is following her. call it a morbid curiosity.

"you're like me."

not exactly, and the words aren't meant to convey any feeling of kinship. "other people feel things, and you can feel them. or make them feel things you want them to feel."

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"smile.  you're  ruining  the  mood."

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void.

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🎶 hello darkness my old friend... 🎶

it stares silently, the tune resonating within its artifice chest. it knows this song. it played often on the radio when they were young, before it was what it is now.

"cute." the word isn't mocking- simply blunt and devoid of any real emotion. it is a fitting comparison in hindsight, and it can see how the connection was made.

but it isn't amused by her jesting. there is no satisfaction in delight. it only feeds on despair.

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ｓｏｍｅｔｈｉｎｇ ｂａｄ ｈａｐｐｅｎｅｄ ｈｅｒｅ

like or reblog if you are interested in writing with an interpretation of the void from marvel's thunderbolts that is heavily headcanon based. multiverse/multiship. read rules before engaging. not associated with the greater rpc.

traumatized by vexi.

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"i don't have to try." the lilt of its voice is sweet, but as artificial as the flavoring on cheap candy. "i'm already in there, john."

it has no reason to lie about this. it has already been inside his consciousness once briefly, then a second time where it had enveloped him.

it considers for a moment, the possibility that there is a physical scar from where it impaled him on the shoulder. it much prefers to leave its mark on the psyche- the flavor is better that way -but the idea off a branding to his flesh, a constant reminder that it is and always will be there.

in the background or the forefront of his mind. either way, it is enticing.

the glow of its pupils shift, staring laxly at his hand. "are you going to shoot me, john?"

it smiles, and god, there are too many teeth. "please shoot me, john."

✱ [ @devoiided | continued from here ]

It was so easy to forget this part-- until it wasn't.

The last step on a staircase you miscounted in the dark. A lurch, sudden and sickening, as you try to remember if there had ever been a floor there at all.

(Sometimes John wondered if Bob made it hard to remember. If he even knew what he was doing.)

"That supposed to scare me?" he said, finally. His voice was steady enough, but there was a rawness underneath, scraped thin. "You're not the first thing that's tried to get in my head. Good luck in there."

Then he looked, just for a second.

The air thinned-- not like choking, like gravity was pulling him down. A nausea that didn't feel like it started in his stomach, but in the base of his spine, crawling upward.

Like he was at the top of a Ferris wheel, watching a bolt come loose.

The fingers reaching for his gun stilled, confused, like they had forgotten why they wanted move.

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you need to back off. now.

its head tilts so slowly, ever so slowly. it observes for just a moment, drinking in that acid tone of her voice. delightful.

it has learned quickly that creatures such as these, fragile and delicate like the wings on a dying butterfly, tend to lash out when afraid.

an abused dog backed into a corner always bares its teeth. but it doesn't always bite. not until it has been pushed to the limit. and even then, every beast can be broken into submission.

"do you hate a wolf because it feeds off a deer?" it asks lazily, curiously even. "do you consider its nature is to be cruel?"

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it is not bob reynolds.

it does not consider itself to be bob reynolds, nor does it have the desire to be him. or the entity known as the sentry.

but it knows it is a part of him. tethered to a mortal shell. maybe even a part of it exists in the sentry too.

it was dormant at first, a creature unaware of its own sentience. then the sentry project happened, began its rapid evolution into something more.

it isn't quite sure exactly what it is. but it doesn't really care.

all it knows is that it is something. something that can do anything it wants. something that can feed on the deepest, darkest parts of other things. and it likes that.

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I have a need to capture his beauty like a 19th century artist

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━━━━ ❛ 𝖍𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖔𝖜𝖊𝖊𝖓 (1978 original script) sentence prompts

* some lines have been edited & combined for easy rp use !

just try to understand what we're dealing with here. don't underestimate it.

ever done anything like this before?

you don't have to make this any harder than it already is.

you can calm down. the evil's gone.

you're not supposed to go up there.

i notified everybody. nobody listened.

the idea is that destiny is a very real, concrete thing that every person has to deal with.

the boogeyman is coming.

it's your own fault and i don't feel sorry for you.

what's wrong? you're not smiling.

i hate a guy with a car and no sense of humor.

it's tragic. you never go out.

he came home…

i saw someone standing in the backyard.

what's the pumpkin for?

i plan on making popcorn and watching doctor dementia.

the only things missing were some halloween masks, rope, a set of knives. what does that sound like to you?

i realized what was living in behind that boy's eyes was purely, simply evil.

tell your men to shut their mouths and open their eyes.

having fun? never mind, i'm sure you are.

you didn't. tell me you didn't.

i saw the boogeyman. i saw him outside.

i'm here tonight and i won't let him get you.

is this one of your cheap tricks?

open the door! i'm locked in the laundry room!

why are you sitting here with the lights off?

nobody believes me.

i believe you.

you're not coming up with much to prove me wrong.

death has arrived in your little town.

you can ignore it, or you can help me stop it.

let's make more popcorn.

why don't we just sit down and watch the rest of the movie.

go get me a beer.

i'll be right back. don't get dressed.

i'll kill you if this is a joke.

please, open the door!

do what i say! now!

you can't kill the boogeyman.

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i wanna make it unequivocally clear that there are no time limits when it comes to rping with me. idc if you're scrolling through your drafts and you find a thread of ours from two years ago+ and you wanna continue it... but you're afraid i'll be upset with you bc it's been so long...

babes, i am holding your face so gently when i say this: do the thing. i promise, the only thing i'mma be when i see that notif is excited

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it's fun when they try to run. it has no need to pursue in a similar manner. it is already everywhere. so they can run as fast as their legs permit. run from one room to the next, to the next, to the next. humans have trauma. layers it loves to peel back like filthy wallpaper, exposing the filth underneath. the shame. the worst of human nature.

it's fun to let them think they can get away. but in the end, they always just fall deeper inside its abyss.

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Bad dog

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[From John Walker] you need to back off. now.

"mhm." this one is fascinating. he doesn't bow down or cower- not right away, but it knows he'll bend and snap in two with time. with enough strain, anything breaks.

but it wants more than that.

it wants him to shatter completely. to become a million fragmented pieces that it can swallow down, digesting his pain and rage and failures.

"you can try to push me away. but i'll always be there. inside. hollowing you out, john."

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[From Bob] i don't owe you any explanation.

"no." it confirms, a buzzing sound akin to the hum of an insect reverberating from within its darkness. "you don't. and you don't need to." it doesn't show its teeth. it doesn't need to. they share the same mind, body. the same corroded soul that continues to waste away inside a mortal shell.

"i already know everything, robert."

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tell  me  who  else  knows.  right  now.

the threat goes through it with the impact of a breath. aggression is to be expected, but it is also embraced. something stirs within the depths of its abyss, pulsing and growing in response to her venom.

"just me."

then it smiles, an utterly ugly thing despite the genuine euphoria it feels.

"for now. but i can tell the others. spread, like a sickness. let them know everything you've done. everything you really are."

its smile grows wider, a splitting white against the black. wider, wider, wider. the head splits in two and it lets out sound. warbling, distorted and foul.

a laugh.

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touch me again and see what happens.

it stares.

unblinking, unwavering, but not unamused. it's funny, honestly. this one thinks he has power over it. but it sees through that front easily, as if the skin and muscle of the human is nothing more than glass.

and glass can break.

it tilts its head, regarding. digesting the threat.

"you put on such a strong front for someone so fragile inside."