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iimpaled · 7 months ago
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only following very few people on here so far while i revamp everything but quick starter call if anyone wants one ! i also added some verses to shoehorn eddie into some scenarios , very basic they need to be fleshed out more . if you like the call and don't specify a verse ( which is fine ! ) i usually just go check out your blog again and put them together based off of your info . :)
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iimpaled · 7 months ago
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IMPORTANT: EDDIE GLUSKIN FROM OUTLAST II. selective. fox here he / him. mutuals only. semi-active blog. VERY SLOW. revamped eddie gluskin from outlast est february of 2014. mun is way above age. 21+ blog HIGHLY NSFW. gore blood abuse both mental and physical sexual abuse ( his younger years / flashback mentions it won't be in roleplay action wise but could be mentioned ) etc etc. this dude hates women, DO NOT FOLLOW IF YOU ARE SQUEAMISH. everything will be on this blog. NSFW tag is / ━━ grief is the price we pay for love ◞ ♡ gore
rules are on my page but it'll probably maybe ? be revamped . be nice , no drama never been in it never want to be . i play a villain , he's going to act like a villain . i'm 30 + , i'll only interact with 21 + blogs for my own comfort . no racism homophobia on here . i don't follow ppl that vague blog . duplicate friendly ! i don't follow first in case you aren't okay with it but i'll follow back . i favor multi paragraph rp . my blog is old af , the layout and stuff idk if i'll redo it but there's some more info on it .
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MAIN VERSE jack booted fucks: any doctors out there, officers, detectives and so forth could come visit him on any of gluskins' many atrocities. they can chit chat or a breakout can occur and everything explodes into madness. eddie can then take them hostage, torture could ensue or what have you. SERIAL KILLER pre-asylum: same situation , suspecting officers fbi detectives and so forth could be onto eddie verbal / physical cat and mouse could occur . before being captured; gluskin had quite the lengthy career as a serial killer. starting young his technique became much more violent and destructive, the swath of violence was spread out across the entirety of the united states as to avoid detection. RESIDENT EVIL / EVIL WITHIN 2 works for a majority of the games gluskin is a mutated brawler intent on fucking up your day. mutated by the umbrella corporation and turned into a mostrosity. evil Within 2 he is in the town of Union, he had no killed before the mutations but he would have eventually. changed now, uninhibited he can't distinguish man from woman and goes after both. DC / MARVEL he goes by THE GROOM, a murderous serial killer looking for love ( ?? ) that had sectioned off a small part of town and claimed it as his own. he works better as a lackey, a henchman as he doesn't care for the business side of the job he merely likes taking out all of the bad seeds whoever that may be. loyal and unhinged as long as he gets to do as he pleases to whomever the target is hey he's happy. he had been captured by murkoff, mutated and has incredible strength but is otherwise human. terribly human. NIGHTMARE / HELL you feel as though you need to be punished? are you guilt ridden and feel as though you DESERVE to be punished? followed? toyed with? your conscience agrees with you, gluskin is the embodiment of that horrible awful guilt. you feel him following you in dreams and even while awake.
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iimpaled · 6 years ago
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Darling.
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'instead of doing that, have you considered: not. doing that?' @damnedinformant
it was dark , no it was beyond blackness . the absence of light save for the flickering sickly pale glow of a flickering  (  nearly broken  )  florescent light . loose on a fraying cord it hung from the ceiling , it swayed back and forth casting shadows from wall to ceiling . off in the corner two eyes shone  (  like that of an animal  )  able to see through the gloom easily . attention turned on the vent just above . it spoke  (  no no she spoke !!  )  hiding , are you hiding ?? how quaint . 
gaze drifted downward to the near corpse on the table , the prisoner could no longer scream , the energy gone . vocal cords long since ruptured leaving only a mewling wet sound .  ❛  if i could only find the one , my only .  ❜  fingers swept through grime / blood / sweat soaked hair slicking it back as the creature could do nothing but tremble .  ❛  you , oh you and i are not to be , darling . you are impure . unworthy and have wasted my time .  ❜  while tone began innocuous enough it quickly lowered into an angry hiss . 
already hair had been unceremoniously shaved from legs , from thigh to ankle flesh had been sloughed off . next would have come the removal of the entire genital area however through the vent came some unwanted advice from a potential mate . potential lover ? with a mighty shove the dying body was removed from the table and it collapsed in a heap on the floor into a sobbing grotesque mess . left to die , alone . unwanted . 
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the creature again lifted eyes  (  now reformatted for the dim state of the room  )  blood somewhat tacky and drying soaked gloved fingertips as favored blade pricked the right pad of his index finger . effortlessly and with a grace unfathomable from such a large animal the groom inched toward the vent up in the corner of the room . a smile , it bore nothing but sadistic cruelty and ill will .  ❛  i’ve heard that voice before , haven’t i ? i .. i know you . from somewhere else .  ❜  a low hum , a song . an old song as heavily lidded eyes become unfocused .  ❛  a lifetime ago , wasn’t it darling .  ❜  jack booted fucks !! 
the knife in hand  (  favored butchers blade dulled from overuse  )  suddenly twisted in grasp and lurched upward , trying to stab through the bottom of the vent to coax out whatever prize was inside . 
❛  oh you’re going to make me work for it aren’t you !! you little minx !!  ❜  gleeful tone as the knife punctures the thin metal .
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iimpaled · 7 years ago
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influencedbyfear‌:
     There’s some logic and reason behind Gluskin’s return, but any answer he’s able to coherently form only seems to raise more questions. The appearance already mimics properties of a swelling corpse, and the putrid air of decay naturally wafts from him. It’s too unnatural, something Jonathan only intends to study on his own. He finds a purpose in basking in the unnatural elements of his patients. 
     The wrong move will have him at the mercy of the madman. With a look over him once more, Jonathan circles him, almost inclined to pore through the fatal injury, and his fingers start to invade.
      Crane doesn’t warn him. 
     He carefully assists in clotting up the gaping wound, more than willing to increase the damage if at all he believes Gluskin will strike. “Well, I’m not stopping you.” he croons, adjusting the vest. “Your wounds, however, are.” Under a long bout of hesitation, Jonathan moves to return his stare, fascinated. 
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“I don’t know where your true love is, Eddie. You may not survive through the night to find her.” 
the scent was familiar as was the poise and the tone , ah crane . through a miasma of insanity came through one clear image , the doctor . barrel chest heaving the variant , the mutation gave no indication of harming the other . something buried deep in his psyche would forever remember doctor johnathan crane . despite how long eddie had lingered within the maze of his own mind , retreating back fully to the groom , he would always recall memories of the other . and also realize there was no underestimating the slender male now circling , as a terrestrial shark ready to strike . and strike he did . 
chin lifted as lithe fingers press against open wound and jaw sets . the pain was exquisite , incredible !! and the variant lowered gaze toward the other , lip curling as though he wished to strike !! forgetting himself once more for a brief moment in time . do not underestimate the power , the strength of this one , words hummed , thrummed into his subconscious and though gloved fingers had tightened into a fist the other kept still . 
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❛   wounds of the flesh will heal easily , it's the heart , my good doctor , that takes time . again and again i'm forgotten , left for dead . my bride has once more escaped me and i need assistance .   ❜   glowing contracted pupils shift downward toward the hand pressed against the blood that continued to flow .     ❛   you will help ?   ❜   the question peaked near the end , a lilt hopeful .   blood rest upon swollen tongue , his own . and hulking body shifted beneath the touch , taking pain as a stone would . it affected him of course . he was irritated by it , however it was his ego that had taken the worst of the blow .  scorned yet again !!  head canted to the side , eyes rest upon the other . 
❛   fix me .   ❜   it was no demand however it held the strength of something other than a plea .
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iimpaled · 7 years ago
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     QUIETLY, QUIETLY! salem isn’t supposed to be snooping around this part of the institute; he knows of THE GROOM. marriage always proved to him such a USELESS thing, albeit, entertaining. he walks upon the cool floors in his bare feet, keeping his from making much of a sound as he traverses the winding halls and labyrinthine rooms of the facility.                                                                         IS SOMEONE THERE?!
     sal shakes the echo out of his head, surprised and confused at the sound of a voice so much so he jumps back a bit, in turn knocking over some stray cans that had long since been empty. NOT GOOD. the PIG’s eyes practically shine as the dim light from the flickering bulb catches them; ousting him to the ghoulish man stood before a corpse. he knows should he run, gluskin will likely pursue. and with the damage to his leg? a SLASH he had gotten from feuding with another inmate over some scraps, he simply CANNOT outrun the man. 
     ❝ s—- sorry… is this your room. . ? —– i was just– just looking for something… my bad. ❞
 murder encompassed the entire asylum, it was palpable. one could taste it in the air and it was delicious. knife in hand the mutinous groom moved effortlessly throughout the chaotic. not yet searching for his bride, what the variant required was a DEN. there had been someone lurking behind him , immediately there was no sense of a threat so the beast continued . 
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fingers thick found the trachea of the failed wife and he choked with GUSTO. eyes wide, saliva trickling down teeth grit and bared into a maniac grin. the struggle was NOTHING and easily ignored while gluskin throttled; savored. even after the other was long dead he continued fracturing bones, crushing the larynx. only after in the thrall of murder did he glance over his shoulder, another in the room with him. the body was dropped , it thudded heavily  ( wetly  )  onto the floor by his feet . 
‘  this is my   castle   darling and what right do you have to be here ?  ‘
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iimpaled · 7 years ago
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ok so super lowkey starter call, still very low activity here man. 
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iimpaled · 7 years ago
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gore dripped from parted cracked lips as the knife tore into flesh still warm. still alive. though alas the bride would soon be DEAD. entrails littered the table as he GUTTED with all purpose and no grace. the coughing wet shrieks from his now ( ex ) wife began to lessen until there was only a low gurgling.
‘ you and i weren’t meant to be, your body, your HEART could not handle my ardor i’m afraid. disgusting pig. not even worth carving out. ‘ with a shove the corpse unceremoniously thudded to the ground. palms slippery with ichor touched to tabletop, head hung between broad shoulders before a sound caught his attention. something out of place   ━━  someone?
 ‘ darling you’ve come just in time. ‘ a smile CARNIVOROUS spread; hungry for more.
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@iimpaled liked for a main canon starter.
“Fuck, fuck fuck,” Miles cursed almost inaudibly under his breath as he crouched between the crates, hearing the heavy footsteps of the other drag just behind him, on the other side of the shelves. He bit his lip hard, shakily bringing his camcorder up to his face, the only defense he had against the dark. He didn’t even know if the man had seen him but Miles had definitely saw him and hid before he could decipher what exactly had been on his face. Blood? Most likely considering…
His heart beat rapidly in his chest as, out of his peripheral vision, saw the man round the corner, inches away from the crate on Miles’ left.
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iimpaled · 7 years ago
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[ clean ] your muse cleaning a smudge of something off mine’s cheek. blood probably?
he fucked up.
LATE MORALITY, however useless it was, was going to be the death of him; a MARTYR to a cause long-past REVERSAL and far beyond a human rights violation. 
but the EMAIL had sent, however much he had suffered for it. he PRAYED- for the first time in a long time- that the journalist LISTENED & PUBLISHED. lisa and the boys deserved an explanation. a reason why he wasn’t coming HOME, no matter much of himself he lost to get it to them.
the STENCH was the first thing he noticed as he staggered down the narrow staircase, pungent ROT ,  PISS  &  GORE wafting up from beneath the broken floorboards. he was BLIND in the dark without his camera, eyes straining against INKY BLACKNESS in search of a battery.
tables lined the basement’s main hall, stacked with sewing machines illuminated only by pale moonlight from small, high windows. on the far side, one machine CHUGGED AWAY, thread tangling with every dip of the needle and sending a trill of DREAD slithering down to coil at the base of his SPINE.
CAUTIOUSLY, the programmer began to search around the area, finding a small room of cupboards not far from the landing. pushing AMBIVALENCE aside, he gripped the handle and PULLED- finding it stuck shut. he put his weight into it, leaning back against the obstruction and-
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SPLAT
waylon found himself flat on his back, the OOZING HEAD in his lap having painting a SCARLET MURAL from his torso to his hair. holding back a RETCH that blurred his vision, the man scrambled away, uncomfortably aware of his sudden DAMPNESS. yet backing away from the GRUESOME SCENE proved short lived as his back collided with an unbudging, WARM wall. 
the breath seemed to escape from his lungs, body frozen RIGID, not daring to move as the form directly behind him stooped to peer at him. a LARGE HAND entered his peripheral and waylon screwed his eyes shut, struggled to remember the LORD’S PRAYER from his childhood, blurry words on an old page. all thoughts were wiped clean away when he felt fingers touch his cheek, anticipating awful PAIN. but instead they found their place at the man’s side again, and he was left to tremble, unformed words HOT on his tongue. 
he opened his eyes, and the world still existed. the head still lay in it’s PUDDLE, and he still stood on shaky legs. slowly, as if not to startle the MAN / MURDERER ? behind him, waylon turned, gaze fixed first to the exit blocked by the STRANGER, then up at HIM.
oh.
the ESCAPED PATIENT from the underground lab beamed down at him, and any relief he could have held dissipated into SMOKE, dropping something solid and heavy into the PIT of his stomach. he was not out of HARM’S WAY yet.
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iimpaled · 7 years ago
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the  reek  consisted  of  a  heady  mixture;  piss  blood  vomit  sweat  and  the  overpowering  scent  of   FEAR.   ARDOR.   LOVE.   thick  and  viscous  in  PERMEATED  the  air  into  the  very  flesh   THE GROOM   meticulously  bore  into  with  dull  blade.  a  primal  almost  animalistic  need  to  feed  into  such  terror   FUELED   the  brute.
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a  pause  before  another  stitch  could  be  made.  the  once  male  beneath  keened,  a  wet  gurgling  whimper;  life  nearly  expunged.  but  attention  was  elsewhere,  eyes  roam  about  the  consuming  darkness  outside  the  perimeter  of  the  sickly   green / yellow   florescence  of  the  bulb  above.  glittering  gaze  animal  like  and  eager.  predatory.     ❛   is someone there?   ❜    the  question   AMUSED / ego   barring  anything  else. did someone  DARE  enter? how   interesting!
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"Good to see you're still alive."
blood thick and cloying dribbled out from between split lips . the metal rod was speared through his left side and exited out below the left shoulder blade . the angle was awkward and one gloved hand gripped the shaft . another cough as spittle   saliva / blood   splattered across the far wall . teeth bared in a grin that was maniacal . hulking body shifted somewhat and heavily lidded eyes glinted , those of an animal in the dark when the dying light of the florescent bulb swung toward the variant . 
a laugh boisterous and   haunting / haunted .   disgusting .       ❛      death will never claim me , not before i've found my true love .    she is here , somewhere . isn't she ?     ❜       tone changed toward the end , unsure for the first time since becoming    the groom  before the mask was again set firmly into place and that grin resumed more vibrant , brighter . a pull of the spear lodged near his guts and his smile did not falter . it slid backward with another loud , wet sound .   ❛    i am here for my   darling .   here to marry .    ❜    purpose , that gave him purpose and in his chest welled an incredible strength born from that . with a heaving gasp he yanked the rod free from barrel chest and tossed it down used rusted and slathered with blood upon the floor with a clatter . 
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the thing downstairs the monster the battered beast stood to full height , red viscous fluid seeped out onto the makeshift vest , it began to dribble out of the raw wound and he didn't care . pain was a staple now and he   adored it .
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ALL WOMEN ARE QUEENS, EDDIE
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❛   women are treated as   ROYALTY   in my house, i assure you. i only ask for a few things,   CHANGES.   utter and absolute obedience   /    a tongue held until beckoned to speak   /    and other such minimal requests. not much is it? in return i’ll give them the   WORLD.    i offer my undying   ADORATION!   can’t you see, can’t   THEY   see?  ah well someday they will, i’ll make them    all    understand.   ❜
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iimpaled · 7 years ago
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    His sudden exclamation made Lynn’s thundering heart lodge into her throat, threatening to choke her. For a painfully long moment, she was frozen where she stood, a look of horror on her face making her jaw tighten and her eyes bulge out her skull. He saw her. He saw her and she was seconds away from death if he caught her. 
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     Lynn could barely breath, much less think, but instinct, a never ending fight for survival, took over and she darted just out of his reach. Buzzing with adrenaline, she barreled blindly into the darkness, glancing desperately at her phone. The battery was almost dead, which meant her flashlight would be gone in minutes if she wasn’t careful. To conserve what little battery she had and to conceal herself, Lynn turned her phone off and shoved it deep into her coat pocket.
     When she distanced herself enough from the lumbering variant, Lynn dove under the nearest table, hiding herself from view. She was trembling. Her heart beat drummed in her ears, blocking out any hope of hearing the variant approach. Cupping a hand over her mouth, silencing her rapid breathing, she waited, praying (for the first time in years) for him to pass by, unaware of the woman cowering beneath the table. 
oh ho!   ❛   quick little   MINX    aren’t you.   ❜     spoken through a smile that split chapped lips. blood colored white teeth before the variant laughed.     ❛   a game then! a chase. and my prize will be   YOU   darling!  there is no hiding, this castle is   MINE!!    and I know every inch.   ❜   in the pitch blackness, the corner of which    THE THING DOWNSTAIRS   resided was devoid of light, the color of    NOTHING   before stepping from the void, that smile remained.   it  exclaimed!   DEATH   /   EXCITEMENT.    There was no hurry in his step as evident by the slow rhythmic boot steps entering the room where he was certain the little dear was hiding. 
sole lightsource above, a sickly pale bulb that flickered revealing nothing, however eyes have   ADJUSTED /   ADAPTED   to the darkness all variants and patients were thrust into unknowingly. However vision was not perfect and it was still possible to hide, especially if one was good at doing so.   steps echo about the cavernous room, difficult to tell where the source was, what position.     ❛   you see   GOD   has put us together. fated to meet.   ❜   an inhale, eyes close if only briefly.  the scent of a   TRUE   female!  a blessing.   ❛   you smell heavenly   DARLING!   ❜     mouth    WATERED    from the very idea of a woman in his   DOMAIN   /   LAIR.   oh how he longed to hug   THROTTLE   and caress   BRUISE   cradle   MUTILATE!!!   such delicate skin, a treat to be savored, a   DELICACY. 
a pause in movement, mere inches from where the young bride was hidden. silence. then voice boomed.   ❛   you are meant for me!  just for me.    ❜     a    CLAMOR!    loud and clattering as the table before hers was overturned.  it sailed across the room and hit the far wall.   ❛     yes!  yes my dear, we’ll make such beautiful music together!   ❜     a step closer towards the hiding spot.  did the monster know? was he teasing?
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DESPAIR   /   HOLLOW   a feeling in the chest that spread. loneliness?  they fear, all of them   FEAR   love and that was a shame wasn’t it? the blade split flesh, carving out what was once a man, inverting organs as pained wailing continued unabated.   ‘    love conquers all my dear, please.. sit back and   ENDURE   the pain – oh! I know, i understand being the fairer sex it’s much more difficult but ..    ‘   another howl as   EXCESS   bits are removed unceremoniously. death is eminent, it hung in the air as pungent as the scent of blood itself. it excited   THE GROOM   and eyes glittered witnessing   GORE   VISCERA   AGONY   the beast fed from such things, it   FUELED   him.  
the near corpse splayed on the table began to choke, vocal chords ruptured from the incessant screaming.   ❛    …but i need you to make yourself beautiful for me darling.   ❜   fetid breath close to parted lips of the bride to be beneath willing   /   eager   blade. the last exhale of his victim was captured by the psychotic variant with an inhale of breath. taking their essence into his lungs, his body before smile creased cracked lips. how lovely. another bride ready for the altar, it had been high time to remove the old one. 
a glance over shoulder, smile faded then disappeared. something    SOMETHING   was here.  standing, the variant grasped the favored weapon  (  large dull kitchen knife  ) the blade still slathered with ichor, it    drip   /   dripped    leading a trail directly to the mouth of the altar room.   ❛   a mans home is his castle, you know.   ❜     the man-monster before him was not of the typical patient variety. perhaps another like himself? a variant? or was this the being others spoke of : walrider they called it.   
through the haze of insanity, of delusion there was a moment of    lucidity   /   clarity!     mother raised no fool, you see.  and this creature was different, strength was unknown. the incredible urge for self preservation came before acute disassociation. knuckles bruised from   FIGHTING   /   DEFENDING   /   CREATING   they blanch further as the grip on his own weapon tightened.  Unknown assailant or not, if they chose to attack   THE THING DOWNSTAIRS   would fight to the    DEATH   to protect family. 
❛   and it’s rude to just go around plucking things up that don’t belong to you.     ❜     a step closer, lips drawn thin upturn into a smile that didn’t reach eyes marred with delirium.     ❛   and these women, they belong to   ME   alone.   ❜   protective   of each and every creation.      ❛     my wives, my loves.  oh darling you shouldn’t be here, this place can see right through you.   ❜  
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*  THE  GROOM:  @iimpaled
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                     MACMILLAN  DOESN’T  BELONG  IN  THIS  WORLD;  he  has  roamed  from  purgatory  into  the  real  world,  emerged  from  the  fog  on  orders  of  his  beloved  to  find  and  retrieve  something  of  great  importance  from  the  twisted  bowels  of  Mount  Massive  Asylum,  something  only  She  trusted  him  to  look  for…  thought  truth  be  told,  Macmillan  is  as  lost  as  a  lamb  that  has  wandered  from  the  flock,  roaming  these  halls  without  direction,  unknowing  of  what  horrors  lie  in  the  shadows.  The  smell  of  rust  &  blood  is  potent,  however  —  occasionally  he  catches  the  faint  echo  of  screams,  dying  terror  caressing  his  hearing.  This  is  a  place  that  has  surely  seen  plenty  bloodshed  and  suffering,  an  ideal  place  to  become  one  of  the  ENTITY’S  REALMS.  He  can  see  in  the  structure  of  this  place,  why  She  would’ve  sent  him  here…  but  it  is  still  unclear  of  who,  or  what,  he  searches  for.
                     The  bulky  shape  of  the  heir  of  the  Macmillan   Estate  halts  in  his  tracks  when  coming  across  a  room  with  many  chairs;  there  is  something,  something  about  how  they  are  arranged,  how  the  body  sitting  central  beckons  him  closer.  Footsteps  thud  as  he  strolls  through,  boots  heavy  on  wooden  flooring  as  he  casts  red  gaze  over  the  decaying  shape  held  up  by  rope  and  knots,  draped  in  bloody  white  dress  and  a  torn  veil.  It  TALKS  to  him  in  ways  he  didn’t  expect;  a  dull  reminder  of  the  life  he  once  wanted,  to  be  married,  happy  and  content  with  plenty  children  with  his  beloved.  But  that  can  never  be.  For  one,  she  isn’t  even  MORTAL.  Scarred  fingers  gently  touch  over  the  lace  trim  of  the  veil,  the  Trapper  inhaling  heavily  as  he  speaks,  seemingly,  to  himself…  though  truly,  he  is  speaking  to  the  Entity.  This  vision  of  a  bogus  bride  taunts  Macmillan  in  ways  he  had  thought  he  had  forgotten;  those  memories  of  desperate  fever  dreams,  for  heirs  and  happiness,  black  haired  babies,  wedding  bouquets  made  of  roses  and  baby’s breath.  He’d  wanted  the  Entity  for  his  wife,  and  for  them  to  live  happily  ever  after  with  beautiful  children,  on  a  flourishing  estate  with  cocker  spaniels  and  plenty  parties.  But  MONSTERS  don’t  get  happy  endings,  and  the  life  he  once  lived  remains  locked  in  the  19th  century,  all  his  loved  ones  and  victims  rotting  in  the  ground.  There  are  no  babies,  dogs,  or  pretty  parties  in  hell.  Just  an  empire  of  corpses.  “T’think  I  would’ve  given  anythin’  t’see  you  in  this.  Why,  I  truly  am  a  fool…”
                    Without  thinking,  he  reaches  to  wrench  the  veil  from  the  cadaver’s  head  to  have  for  himself;  a  keepsake,  of  sorts,  to  stuff  away  in  his  pocket  —  but  confusion  finds  his  features,  hidden  under  grinning  mask,  when  the  bride  who  he  assumed  to  be  female,  appears  to  be  a  dead  man.  It’s  then  he  notes  footsteps  —  heavy,  like  his,  and  with  the  veil  still  grasped  tight  in  one  calloused  fist,  Evan  turns,  fingers  tightening  ‘round  his  cleaver,  as  if  preparing  himself  for  some  sort  of  conflict.
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iimpaled · 7 years ago
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HUMANITY LOST!!    among the hell on earth these scientists had wrought. and among the ruination of the asylum lay any semblance of a soul the variant once had. a shell of a man now, only   HATRED   remained. the instinct for self preservation had increased leading him to bond with the young child that had been held within the bowels of this horrid place. 
within the lair buried beneath stairs there was a loud clatter as various tools   (  knives  )   had been swept off of the table and onto the floor. fists land with a heavy thud on the nearest surface.   FRUSTRATION.      ❛    why do they keep running away!  whorish   SWINE.   don’t they see?  can’t they understand i just.. want to   LOVE   them!  make them    better!     ❜    the lie tripped easily off of forked tongue. it was a lie told to himself over and over until it was believed. 
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