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iraniq · 4 months ago

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TW: sensitive topicks + abuse mentioned

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- You can't have children.

Calm statement, a hint of a question.

- You can't have children?

Hurt and betrayel.

- You can't have children! You did that to yourself!

Rage and pain, then all went black...

- Babe? - his raspy voice brought me to the present.

- Oh, sorry I zoned out.

He winked at me, gently throwing in the air one of his favourite nephews.

He tells everyone how all our kids will look like him, as he has the superior genes. But when we are alone, he tells me that he wants them to have my smile and my nose. He doesn't know tho...

It all started back at the day when I was a pre-teen, and my father was syill daiting Pamela. Honestly, to this day, she was one of my favourites. I'd loew to chat all about her with her daughter, but that will only bring her sorrow...

I was 11 I think, I had this nice boyfriend, my 1st one, the guy from school every girl had a crush on, but he chose me, the shy not popular one, every teen-movie giel's dream, and as any, I had nk idea what I was getting myself into.

He was a year older, so charming and always knew how to make me laugh. Suddenly his father is working with mine, family dinners, hollidays. I rutned 13, we were at the yacht, at night, he got me to show me the fireworks from the cruize nearby...

The autumn I started school later, food poisonjng from exotic cuizine,vmy father told the principal, "boyfriend" familh was fast to dissaper.

My 2nd boyfriend was after I graduated university, at 23. My father tried to keep me in a cage to save the family name, but I was so fed up, I succeeded to dissapear all by myself.

My 2nd one was tender and kind. He understood when I told him, he waited and courthed me properly. He even proposed. I was engaged by 26.

He had started to plan my life too. The subject of children came up...

I trsated him so I told him. He took it well. The next month he asked again, hs was sad when I told him, again. At the end he was so mad and slammed me with his Japaneese book...

I stole for the first time the mornjng after. Left it all there, even my ID. My father didn't bathe an eye this time. I was off radar for an year and a half. When he did it in his teens, it was cool, but I am "the only heir of avmighty empire... you cannot be childish", ... but my father did not realized, that unlike him I endured being an orphan with so many living relativs...

I met my now husband in a hospital on fire, literally.

I set it on, myself! It was a safe home for abused women, but saddly it went corrupted, I gave them a chance to flee... he... came there for the same. We did it in one of the bathrooms yet tocatch fire. Got married 3 days later while drunk in Vegas. In diaguise of course. People don't need to know that the only daughter of Wayne corporation was wasted, in a not changed in 2 dags dress, marrying a twink drug addict in the Sin City.

We went back hpme. I met all his friends that week. Pamela's daughter,thd cutegay couple, his bypolar bff. The frozen child, and the cloned one. They all adored me!

That was 4 years ago and I still haven't told him. Not of fear of himself, but for me! This insane clown understood me on muleculaf level, every art brush in my soul he touched! My dream to be seen, not just looked at, came true! ... but also the fear, that I will once more, be unlovable if deeply known... so he does not know me!

He never asked my favourite color, but he guessed it. However, noone talks about their past. The unspoken border is there, and we are very cosily living each on their side... but the topic of children came up...

- I want at lest 3! - he said one night, eating his vegan chicken leg - One to look like you, one like and one like both of us. - he made his stupid grin and I laughed.

Our next wedding anniversery he poked the subject agajn, I laughed it off again, but this year with me closing on 33 he persisted more.

- I cannot nave children! - I yelled one night - I make sure of it!

He looked hurt, not by my statement, rather than his words.

- Allright, pumpkin, allright. We can always adopt... and if you don't want that either, we can always just be the two of us... - he walked closer looking mostly defeated... like... like him wanting something for himself was a foul, groosome thing.

- I don't want to have any! And if you don't like it, feel free to divorce me! - I bitterly stated, thus being by furthest of what I wanted.

He shook his head, closong the distance slowly.

-Aallright babe, just us then! I mean, I waste money enough on other's kids, I don't think I can afford my own. - he laufhed... with sadness.

- I mean it - I was calm now, soft - I removed the possibility of ever becomming a mother!

- Sure...

- If you trully with an heir...

- Of what...

- You can have it with someone else, I would not be mad.

- I only wish to have more of you! There is nothing of mine worth inheritig, sugar.

- Your kind heart!

- All you babe! ... he sat next to me, kisseing my forhead - If you are going to bethe last one... so be it!

His whisper echoed so loud in the silence that followed.

In the upcoming weeks, a yacht firm burned down. Exposing the current CEO as a child predator. His reputation ruined, all his lovers exposed, his wife sued and won... an old rumor of teen hook up went wrong surfaced, but quickly drowned among the rest...

A Wall-Street-Wolf exposed laundring money from clients, some of which on the radar of the law inforcement. His secret boyfriend came into the light ligth reporting domestic abuse... a little flat full with someone'sforgottdn belongjngs, where they regularyh met was brushed offijn thes candal that followed.

Wayne manor got a funny card too: " The dinasty ends with you Brycie ". No other explenation. Alfred cryied that night, reporthed the eyes on site, in fetal position in his room, holding a picture of a child... A girl, not older than 10.

I am now tanning at the beach. The private island my husband bought.

- For the salted soil of your foreved empty woumb! - he joked. He understsnd now, the unspoken border talked through. The dark past lightened on fire, bleeding wounds and teary eyes... only smiles left, wild and mad.

The old citty on fire, our pasts slaughterd left in the dust... only the future remains.

I am now learning to swim, with the ugliest swimming ring J found. I hate this man. I hope a fish bites him.

- Fished don't bite, pumpkin! - he laughed while I peddle away like a turducken. I guess this is how happines feals.

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akillysheel · 3 years ago

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❝ Were you serious? ❞ ( 6/75 )

Summary: In the end, he did let her know he was okay. Characters: Kip, Jagger. Prompt: ❝ Were you serious? ❞ Warnings: N/A

A/N: Sorry for the break between uploads. I was dealing with a uhhhhh ~Mental Breakdown~ lol. I’m slowly getting myself back together, but please just be patient for a couple of weeks while I get back into the groove again!

Success has a glorious way of putting her to sleep. Though her slot in the bar had been brief– a measly fifteen minutes on stage, it had taken longer to set up than it had to perform– it had left its mark. The applause echoes in her mind as she gradually enters the world of the living once more, vision blurred and fluffy until her bland white ceiling comes into focus.

One day, these gigs will pay off. She tells herself this day in and day out, if only because it keeps her hopeful. The life of an artist is a painful one, one destined for ignorance and underappreciation, but she loves music too much to give it up. As long as she's still alive to do so, she'll continue to make it in spite of the fact that it seems rather fruitless; it's all she can do, and all she has to offer the world in turn.

If not this, what?

Still hazy with sleep, Kip retrieves her phone from beneath her pillow and clicks the power button.

[ 2 MESSAGES → JAG. ] [ 1 VOICEMAIL → JAG. ]

The memory of the previous night hits her like a truck, heart beginning to race as she recalls his clumsy stagger and his hazy eyes, the image of him driving turning into a wreckage that she can’t fully visualise-- because she isn’t brave enough to. Even now, she can’t quite believe she’s seen him in any other state than perfect. It feels similarly to seeing a teacher outside of school. Eerie, if only because the concept of them having a life outside of their job has never hit you in the way that it does in that moment. They’re a complex person, with their own thoughts and feelings, and you never stopped to realise it because you were too busy stressing about trigonometry. In that same vein, she’s never viewed Jagger as somebody that exists outside of his debaucherous career. He's always well-dressed, well-groomed and ruthlessly articulate. Sharp, like a knife, and with the temperament to match. What she'd seen last night had been nothing short of sloppy-- a glimpse behind the curtain that she’d never asked to see beyond.

Hurriedly, she beats her thumb against the notification, cursing the lag of her old model as they load at a snail’s pace.

[ TEXT → JAG. ] I made it hpme. [ TEXT → JAG. ] Don't piss your pwnts. Assignment tomorrowq.

Kip stares at the messages with a look of begrudging awe. Even in the throes of inebriation, he retains his snippy tone, and she can’t quite figure out whether to be impressed, annoyed or relieved. Most likely some cryptic amalgamation of the three.

He got assignment right but not pants?

With a quiet snort of laughter, she throws her legs over the side of her bed and drags herself from beneath her covers. If he’s indeed going to follow through on the whole assignment shtick, she at least wants a slice of toast in her. Trying to do Jagger’s bidding is made even more insufferable by hunger.

A generous helping of butter is drawn across her toast before she hops up onto the counter and nibbles at one corner as she scrolls through her social media feed. Fourteen new likes. One new comment. It doesn’t take long for her mind to drift from the pictures of cute animals and crass jokes flooding her timeline, brain steadily filling with visions of what Jagger’s going to want from her this time. One day, she fears she’s going to fall too far down the rabbit hole; find herself neck-deep in dirty darkness that she no longer wants to escape from. Holding a wrapped shipment of spice had almost been too much for her to handle. How the hell is she going to manage anything more incriminating? Even if Jagger can keep her clean in the eyes of the police, she’s still been exposed to things she can never forget. Doors she can never fully close. People she can never fully wipe from her memory. Some things run deeper than the law. In fact, they tunnel beneath it and emerge on the other, darker side, nails dull and muddy, teeth sharp and spiteful. Kip knows that. She’s been one of them - and at the rate she’s going, she will be again.

Her mind drifts uneasily to the voicemail. She’s never been nervous to open one before– not even when she and her brother have had fights– yet she can’t help but worry. She may be playing a glorified maid at the moment, but when things get real and Jagger requires an extra set of hands, she can only imagine the horrible things he’ll make her do.

With evident apprehension, she forces what’s left of her breakfast down before belligerently clicking on the notification.

YOU HAVE… ONE, NEW MESSAGE!

“Kip, listen… that song you played at the bar, was that yours? I’ve never heard anythin’ like it before. I searched some of the lyrics but nothin’ turned up,” Jagger slurs, his voice low and thick before the sound of shuffling consumes the line. At first, it’s nondescript and quiet, but she quickly identifies it as bed sheets rustling. It relieves her to know that he hadn’t been drinking when he sent this; he’d already been drunk behind the wheel, the last thing he needed to be doing was trying to talk on the phone too. “Can’t stop playin’ it over and over in my head. Think I took that bassline home with me. I’m thinkin’ of you; you-- singing, I mean.”

Clumsy.

Her brow furrows as she listens to him toss and turn, mumbling incoherently as he does. His message brings with it an indescribable warmth. It settles in her cheeks, the same way it does when she receives praise from someone she hopes to impress, and it stays there in a way she’s not felt before. Jagger is a hard man to please. She’s barely seen him crack a smile since their unfortunate meeting, nevermind lavish somebody with genuine wonderment. A pleased little smirk forms on her face; smug, upturned like she really is some sort of posh snoot.

Jagger clears his throat on the recording, and it makes her straighten up. As if he’s right next to her to smother her ego.

“Bring me a copy of that song on a disc. I want to play it in my van.”

Abruptly, the message ends, and she listens to the automated voice ask her what she wants to do with the voicemail as she struggles to close her mouth. From beginning to end, his words were a mess… but they were undoubtedly honest, and that’s what matters to her. People like to blame their loosened filters on being drunk, but Kip knows better. She knows that intoxication makes people brave, not liars, and not even someone as supposedly flawless as Jagger is exempt from this shameful truth. The things he’d said… she knows he’d never say them without some sort of failsafe. It’s not like I knew I was complimenting you, dipshit. I was shit-faced. She hears it so clearly in her head that she scoffs outwardly, her smile large and audacious.

Now her only question is whether she really should burn him a CD containing her song or not. Sober, she doubts Jagger will appreciate her smarmy attitude. He may very well snap it in two right in front of her, and that will hurt her more than she cares to admit.

After considering her options, she types out an impish set of texts and hits send before she can think better of it.

[ TXT → KIP. ] Still thinking of me, bossman? =P [ TXT → KIP. ] Were you serious about the disc by the way? I can totally burn you one.

Oh, he’s going to give her hell for that one, whether it was well-played or not. She can feel that much in her soul. In spite of this, just picturing his stupid face as he reads her texts is enough to make her climb into the shower with a smile.

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justwinwin · 6 years ago

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| Qian Kun

Pairing: Kun x Reader

Genre: Angst

Prompts: #20 “I never meant to hurt you.” #21 “That doesn’t really matter, because, in the end, it all hurts just the same.”

Word Count: 1.2k

Another empty side meant no surprise kisses as you awake from your slumber and a nice breakfast with Kun. Though you had become accustomed to his busy schedule, it still left you feeling rather empty.

Going from seeing each other every day (considering you lived together) and spending most of the time with each other, to only ever seeing each other as you get ready for bed. Too tired and unmotivated to do anything but sleep.

It felt like you had a roommate rather than a boyfriend. Kun was a wonderful boyfriend, he was always thoughtful and knew just the right words to make you feel better. But he was too busy.

You knew what you were getting yourself into before diving headfirst in a relationship with him, you were well aware of the stresses of his job but that it also meant a lot to him. Though he loved you, he loved his job too. His members and the fans kept him going and gave him strength. You, too, were an important part of his life but his schedule just couldn’t find a way to fit you in it too.

The whole day was spent cleaning the entire house, as this usually calmed you down and allowed you time to focus on something other than your stresses. You also had time to work on a few assignments due, another job that you could focus on rather than Kun.

As time ticked by, you realised just how lonely a quiet and empty apartment felt. Kun had not left you a note or a message about his location or when he’d be back. You should have been worried, but with how he’d been acting the past few weeks, this had become normal behaviour. Instead, you were frustrated and mad, you couldn’t help it. You wanted to be the girlfriend that was there for their busy boyfriend no matter how hard it was. But, it just got to be too much.

You loved Kun, so much, but you also loved yourself and you knew you deserved better than the half-assed replies you’d been receiving from him and the constant forgetfulness of special events. You decided to text him once again.

You were beyond pissed, but the rational side of you wanted to justify that Kun might be in trouble. You called all of his friends and the members who spoke the exact same words, no one knew where he was.

Finally, after almost calling the police, you get a simple text from the one person who had been on your mind.

im comigng hpme mow. srop syressing lol

Your eyebrows furrowed then your blood boiled. The audacity he had to tell you not to stress when you spent a whole day worrying about his whereabouts. If only he’d let you know he was going to go out drinking with his friends, you wouldn’t have been so caught up being concerned about him.

You waited impatiently for Kun to come walking through the door and apologise for leaving you hanging the entire day. And when the time finally came, 1:30 in the morning to be exact, you weren’t expecting to see a certain car pull up and Kun to come stumbling out of it. You watched curiously as he bent over the car window to speak to the driver before turning around and heading towards the entrance of your house.

You were speechless. You weren’t prepared to ever see that car again, not ever. Considering he’d reassured you that the driver was out of his life for good.

“Y/n open the door! I forgot my keys,” Kun called out lazily as he walked up the porch steps. You rolled your eyes and moved your self away from the window. You opened the door rather aggressively and Kun tripped.

“Damn, no need for that,” he laughed and staggered towards the lounge room couches. He plopped himself on the one nearest to him and closed his eyes.

“Please tell me that wasn’t who I think it is,” you pleaded with a shaky voice.

“What are you talking about?” he laughed lazily.

You paused to take a short breath, “who dropped you off?”

“My friend, why?”

“Who?”

Kun stared up at you, annoyance clear on his face. “You don’t need to know.”

You were close, the stinging in your eyes and clenched jaw meant you were ready to burst into tears.

“Was that Jiwoo?” You asked. A surprised look crossed his features and you could sense what was about to come. Kun was a defensive person, you knew he was about to spew out some excuses to protect himself.

“It was but it was just a coincidence! Trust me! I needed a ride and she was just there so I asked her and she accepted,” he rushed out in a panic. As much as you wanted to believe him, the two had too much history. You were tired, both physically and emotionally. There really was no time to start rationalising if he was being truthful or not.

“Where were you?”

“At a bar,” he confessed.

Suddenly, a notification popped up on your phone. The sound ringing throughout the quiet and tense house. You looked down to see a message from your best friend with a link attached.

Is this really Kun?! Please tell me this is fake!

You read her message carefully, unsure as to whether now would be a good time to open it.

“Who’s that?” Kun asked worriedly, the panic in his tone clear as daylight.

You ignore him and click on the link anyway. Once it had loaded your throat clogged up and your hand tightened around your phone. Never in the years you’d been with Kun did you ever expect this from him. You both promised loyalty to one another.

“What is it?” the drunkenness out of sight, Kun stands up from the couch and walks towards you. It was obvious that he was nervous. You turn your phone towards him and his eyes widened.

“Y/n,” he started and reached for your hand. You flinched, the tears quickly spilling as you watched him crumble at your pain.

His eyes began watering but your own pain couldn’t even make you feel anything but anger towards him.

“I’m so sorry, y/n. I wasn’t thinking, I was drunk and,”

You cut him off, “I don’t want to hear it. I can’t stand to look at you right now,” your heart breaking tore him apart.

“It was accidental, y/n. Please, I love you,” he pleaded with a second attempt at going near you.

“Stay away from me, you don’t just accidentally make out with your ex and have her take you home,” you screamed out in agony, “that’s not accidental.”

Kun knew he messed up, there was no going back from this. Before getting together, you both had agreed that if one cheats, then there’s no chance that the relationship can return to normal. So Kun was aware that this was goodbye.

“I never meant to hurt you,” he whispered in defeat. His heart clenching and breaking into a thousand pieces. He was hurting but it pained him more to think about the hurt he’d caused you.

“That doesn’t really matter, because, in the end, it all hurts just the same,” you replied.

“Please, y/n” he begged.

“Kun, I really don’t want to talk to you right now. Leave me alone,” you left towards your bedroom. Wanting him to be out of sight so that you could collect your thoughts and allow yourself to cry freely.

#kun #nct127 #nct dream #wayv #nct #nct imagines #nct angst #wayv imagines #wayv angst #nct dream imagines #nct dream angst #qian kun #qian kun imagines #qian kun angst

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supercorps-imaginesetc · 6 years ago

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Reader comes home a little drunk and she's super affectionate with Kara, kissing her all over her face and telling her how much she loves her. When they decide to go to bed reader is unsteady on her feet, so Kara offers to carry her, but reader responds with something like, "noo babe, I'm strong, see! I should carry You to bed"

without you to hold, I'll be freezing

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Words: 490

Warnings: alcohol

So I find this prompt ridouslessly cute and I am so happy to do it! - Admin Lily

“(Y/N), (Y/N)?” Kara calls out as she enters the apartment.

Kara looks around confused but doesn’t panic yet as she gets out her phone to text you.

‘hey babe, when will you be getting home?’ she types, nervously waiting for an answer.

It wouldn’t be the first time someone Kara love has gotten kidnapped, so she was understandably cautious about the situation.

Kara gets a response a few seconds later, ‘ooh babg i just went out wth some friends ill come hpme now t ho’

She smiles fondly at your text and replies, ‘Are you drinking?“

'Yeah jist went out with the grls and had a litlle to drink. Takin a taxi now b home soon’

Kara doesn’t have to wait twenty minutes before she hears a knocking at the door.

“Yes?” she asks teasingly as you gently sway in the doorway.

“KARA!” you shout and tackle her. If Kara was a normal person, you would have taken her down. But since she is a super-strong alien she was able to catch you with a minimum amount of effort.

“Woah, (Y/N)! What’s this about?” Kara says trying to set you down. She ultimately fails as you keep clinging on to her and she doesn’t want to hurt you.

“I love you soooo much!” you say and start kissing Kara whenever you can-mostly on various places on her face.

“(Y/N),” Kara is laughing at you, “stop that! My goodness, you must be ready to pass out. You will not like that hangover tomorrow either. Best to go to bed now.”

You shake your head stubbornly and let go of Kara. “No!”

Kara laughs more at your childish attitude. “C'mon (Y/N), for me?”

She gives you puppy eyes and you finally agree.

“Come on, you’re swaying. Let me carry you to bed-”

“No!” you shout again, “baaaabbbbeeee, I’m strong, see! I should carry *you* to bed!”

You put your arms around her and attempt to lift her up to only almost trip over your own two feet.

Kara rolls her eyes and pulls you up to where you’re upright on your feet.

“Here, let’s help each other. I’ll take your arm and you take mine.”

She grabs your arm and arranges it as she said she would and you decide that this compromise is alright.

You smile lovingly at your girlfriend as she takes you to bed. Kara sets you down and tucks you in like a child. As she is doing so, you raise your head and sloppily kiss Kara on the nose. She blinks in surprise and smiles down at you.

“Goodnight, (Y/N),” Kara says as she settles down besides besides you.

“I love you,” you say and kiss her one more time on the cheek before turning around.

“Love you too,” Kara says and leans over to give you a kiss back, only to find you snoring softly.

Kara shakes her head fondly and turns over to fall asleep.

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kannessimstuff · 2 years ago

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So this is the founders of my legacy. Zophia and Bjorn, who got a little makeover. Togheter they have 4 kids and a fifth on the way.

There oldest is a teenage girl who got out of highschool early and is now at hpme helping with kids.

They got 3 girls but needed a boy to continue there legacy and they finally got little Brody. They weren't planning on have more since Bjorn is now old...... But accidents appen and they are now expecting again,

#sims 4 legacy #the sims 4

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artistic-writer · 8 years ago

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Between Now and Nether :: Ch 13 :: A CS AU

Title: Between Now and Nether by @artistic-writer [full res fanart]

Summary: On their way to a Nolan Charity Gala, tragedy befalls Emma and Killian who is given just seven days to set things right. Can he make Emma believe and escape the Nether before he is lost forever?

Rating: T+

AO3 Chapters: [1] - [2] - [3] - [4] - [5] - [6] - [7] - [8] - [9] - [10] - [11] - [12] -[13] Fanart Full Resolution: [1] - [2] - [3] - [4] - [5] - [6] - [7] - [8] - [9] - [10] - [11] - [12] - [13]

A/N: I am really sorry this post is late guys, but I have only just finished the fanart. This week has been very busy for me and I could have left this until my next day off, but that is Wednesday and i didn’t want to let you guys down! You are all so lovely for liking this story, and i promise you will not be disappointed in the ending. And just a little clarification: The ring will come up again. Emma will be put into an interrogation room with Gold. Leroy will get his just desserts for murdering our lovely Liam. There will be a very CS-centric heart to heart love filled fluffy-angst chapter - you just have to stick with me a few more. Also, as predicted, this story has AGAIN been extended, so even more, yay!

I hope you appreciate that this chapter took me over 8 days to complete because it took me 7 days to fabricate a code lol Legit dedicated. ;)

Future updates will be Sundays AND Thursdays! (providing I can get the art made in time)

Forever thanks to @kmomof4 for beta’ing the shit out of this thing! You are seriously the best! And a massive thank you to @hollyethecurious who i very often whine to and for making me go do that thing last night...it made me feel so much better :)

Taglist: @mariakov81 @rouhn @hollyethecurious @kmomof4 @resident-of-storybrooke@hookedonapirate @galadriel26 @aye-captn @the-captains-ayebrows @yayimallamaagain @i-nvr-wrote-it @officerrogerss @kiwistreetswan @wellhellotragic @depechemode75 @distant-rose @yrellow-bugs-and-pirate-ships @courtorderedcake @wellhellotragic

If you would like to be added please let me know for ch 14!

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Emma had to hand it to Liam, even if she had only known him for a short while, he was exceedingly clever. The code was one that he knew only his brother could break, never risking it falling into the hands of anybody else. A pang of sadness had hit Emma as she took notes of the dots and dashes, realising just how engrossed in catching his parents’ killer Liam actually had been. He had been in so deep, living a life behind what the world saw and it explained why he had never had a serious relationship or was social with anyone except his brother.

Graham had long since left the house, a mixture of tiredness and unsettledness overcoming him when Emma sat across from him, mainly talking with herself, but hastily scribbling notes. The pages had been scrambled but they had managed to work out that they needed to be in reverse order for the code to work. Killian had told them that much through Emma, and it gave them a good starting point to work out the rest.

Killian had, through constant contact with Emma’s belly, managed to tell them about the time they were kids when he and Liam were sent to live with distant relatives in England. Newly orphaned, the boys were living with the family that they had never met before and it was clear from the way they were treated, that the family didn’t want them. They took them in under obligation and the promise of an inheritance from Brennan’s estate, only the money never came and the brothers suffered for it.

In order to keep themselves sane, and to stop their communication from falling into the wrong hands and possibly earning them more abuse, Liam had devised a code. It was a secret code, their form of communication, and to the casual observer, it would seem to be Morse Code. Liam had always loved reading about the Navy and wanted to one day join, but at the time he was young, with a bleak outlook, so his imagination was all he had. He devised an entire language for them, reversing the standard Morse Code and scrambling the messages into anagrams, just to make sure nobody but Killian would understand them.

Once Liam had taught Killian, it seemed they had suddenly become bilingual, talking in their own hidden language that Killian could still read as clear as day. Emma had assured Graham she wouldn’t rest until they had worked out what the code meant so when he had departed for the evening, she retired to the bedroom with her notes.

It had also become very apparent as the evening had progressed, that Emma now believed so firmly in Killian being with her that he no longer needed to be touching her for her to hear him. Just being close to her was enough and when Emma had shuffled her legs under the comforter, sitting crossed legged with her notepad resting on her knee, all Killian had to do was mirror her position on the bed in front of her for her to hear him.

“So it’s like Morse Code?” Emma asked excitedly, narrowing her eyes at the dots and dashes on her page.

“Yes!” Killian exclaimed, shuffling his body forward and watching Emma go wide eyed at the movement of the duvet. “Except it’s reversed,” Killian nodded to the page.

“So reversed like the words or the dits and dahs?” Emma smirked, poking her tongue out playfully.

Killian matched her smirked and made a noise deep in his throat. “Dits and dahs?” He quirked his eyebrow and was a little disappointed when Emma didn’t respond.

“Oh, you know,” Emma shrugged. “I may have been doing a little research.”

“Into Naval Morse Code?” Killian frowned suspiciously.

“Your interests are my interests,” She beamed at nobody, watching the ripple in the covers shift again.

“Well, maybe we should get that boat,” Killian teased. “So you can put your research into practice.” They had been toying with the idea for a while, but Emma had always assumed he was joking, especially when he had declared the vessel would be known as The Jolly Roger and she was to refer to him whilst onboard as Captain. She knew Killian had inherited his love of the ocean and ships from his brother, and while neither of them made it into the Navy, they had always dreamed of becoming sailors.

Emma rolled her eyes. “At ease, Captain,” she looked back down to the page in front of her, trying to force the grin from her face but failing when the corners of her mouth twitched into a telling smile.

“As you wish,” Killian purred.

“So, it’s reversed,” Emma tapped her pen to the notepad and looked up again. “Anything else?”

Killian nodded but quickly remembered she couldn’t see him. “Aye, it’s also anagrammed.”

“Are you kidding me?” Emma huffed, falling back against the pillows with an oomph. She exhaled hard and rubbed the side of her temples. “And Liam made this up?”

“Aye,” Killian chuckled, watching her frustration. Emma hadn’t known Liam for as long as he had, so her brief time with the second Jones brother obviously gave her no indication of his abilities to create and master any code. “He was a genius.”

“Clearly,” Emma puffed, a strand of hair that had fallen over her brow flying upwards with her sigh.

“He wanted to captain a ship in the Navy,” Killian told her proudly. “He spent so long trying to master everything he would need from a young age.”

“And he got into codes,” Emma finished Killian’s story with a roll of her eyes. He always was one with a flair for the dramatic, including telling a story he really had no time to tell. “So we work out the anagrams, then the words?”

“Aye,” Killian nodded again with his words, his voice a little unsure. If Liam really did not want anyone to find this code but him, this wasn’t going to be easy.

It was well into the early hours of the morning before they had really put a dent in Liam’s code. Working out the letters was easy. Killian remembered it like it was yesterday and they were boys back in England, reversing the dots and dashes so that the words made sense. Of sorts. Killian distinctly remembered that when they were boys, with him being younger, Liam had taken pity on him and made the codes much easier to crack.

Liam must have been more lenient because as they sat in the dimly lit warmth of their bedroom, the small piles of paper in between them seemed to be much more daunting than they had first anticipated. Each pile was a single phrase, that much they had worked out, but solving the anagrams with little in the way of clues was proving more difficult.

“So, let’s try this again…” Killian began, watching Emma stifle yet another yawn and blink away the watery haze in her reddened eyes. “What did the first one say again?”

Emma blinked hard and pinched the bridge of her nose, wiping away at her eyes before reaching for her glasses. She pushed the black rimmed frames up her nose and they immediately started to slide back down from the weight of the lenses, her nose wrinkling to catch them. Killian smiled, watching her with a warmth in his chest he had missed feeling.

“hpme cbs ebe sfdsvju ljmmjbo - Shift by the brother,” Emma sighed, the words sounded just as ridiculous in a sentence now as when they had started.

“And the second?” Killian prompted.

“Umm…” Emma scanned her page again, tapping her pen down the curling edge. “fcf iqnf ngcxg dqau - Shift by the sons.”

“I think they are instructions,” Killian said with a frown that Emma couldn’t see. He tapped his finger to his lips and hummed to himself.

“To what?” Emma’s own brow knitted in confusion and she pushed the glasses up her nose again.

“To solving the messages,” Killian laughed a little when Emma huffed and headbutted the notepad in her hand. “I think it's something called the shifted alphabet.”

“Are you kidding? You’re telling me Liam created a message, turned it into an anagram, then reverse morse code and then, after all that, he encoded it with a cipher?” Emma nearly ran out of breath, gasping after her final word as her lungs emptied.

“Aye,” Killian giggled. “But the anagram is probably redundant,” he beamed, much more confident than a few moments ago. “Liam used to encode the messages to me in shifted alphabet in case I was unable to solve the anagram.”

Emma looked down to the slightly smudged writing once more and drew a thick, black line under the nonsensical letters in front of her. “So, this mess of random letters is the original code but in a shifted alphabet pattern?”

“Aye, love, that’s it.”

“So why bother with the anagram!” Emma screeched.

Killian chuckled and rocked back, uncrossing his legs and shuffling forward towards her. “A diversion,” he grinned, eyes flicking over the page on her lap. It was just like Liam to create a decoy message, something that would send would be code crackers off in the wrong direction. It was how they fooled their caregivers back in England and Liam had clearly hoped Killian would recognise his ruse. “We just have to work out the number of times each message was shifted using the clues he provided.”

“The non anagrammed messages….” Emma clarified.

“Aye, what was that first one again?” Killian asked eagerly, his eagerness to solve this puzzle and get home to his family more prevalent than ever now that he felt they were actually getting somewhere.

“hpme cbs ebe sfdsvju ljmmjbo - Shift by the brother,” Emma yawned again, her eyes screwing closed behind her fingerprint covered glasses.

“Well, I’m the brother,” Killian scratched his scuff littered jaw.

“But it has to be a number, right?” Emma reminded him, half a statement, half a question. She knew far less about this sort of thing than Killian, but damn if she wasn’t going to learn after this.

“Of course,” Killian agreed, shaking his head. “It’s one. I am his brother, of which he only has one. It’s shifted by one.” Killian grinned excitedly. “If you take the jumbled letters and turn them into the previous one, it decodes them, so what does it say now?”

Emma’s pen went to work on the page, the almost silent, smooth sound of the pen filling her ears as it marked the page. Killian watched her intently, smiling at the way her tongue poked out when she was thinking and the way she tucked her hair behind her ears so it didn’t obscure her view. She was a vision, even in her sorrow, and he almost forgot himself as he reached for her face, quickly retracting his see through hand when he noticed and remembered his current state.

“Oh,” Emma said sadly, sitting back a little and lifting her head once more.

“Oh?” Killian repeated her words. “Swan, what does it say?”

“Gold bar dad recruit Killian.” Emma looked as though a light bulb had gone off in her head, the sudden realisation of the random words hitting her. “Your dad owned a bar, right?” Emma shuffled through some more of the papers in beside her, finding what she wanted and holding the deeds aloft so Killian could see. “Did Gold go there?”

“Not that I remember,” Killian shrugged. “You said the second one said ‘shift by the sons’, right?”

“Yeah,” Emma scrambled over her notes again. “fcf iqnf ngcxg dqau - shift by the sons.”

“Well, my father had two sons,” Killian oozed confidence in his words. “Shift that one by two.”

Again Emma set to work, quicker this time having got the hang of it already. “Ok, that one says ‘dad gold leave boys’. What does that mean? Killian this doesn’t make sense!” Emma growled, throwing her notes aside and crossing her arms. “We are getting nowhere!”

No, no,” Killian soothed. “We are! Liam always told me that Gold tried to get him to do things for him. Illegal things. Maybe he tried with both of us and my father found out.”

“That’s a reach,” Emma sighed.

“Please, Emma, just keep an open mind here. I’m trying.”

A silence fell between them as Emma picked up the notepad once more. She took a deep breath, closing her eyes and tilting her head back, stretching her neck muscles as she did so. Killian watched, helpless to comfort her. He knew she was hurting, her frustration evident through every fiber of her body. Each cell in every muscle screaming out for the touch he couldn’t provide.

“Emma?” He called softly, watching her look up but then the sadness invaded her features for the umpteenth time that night. It seemed hearing his voice but not being able to see Killian was really starting to affect Emma, and each time she smiled weakly in his direction, Killian felt his heart crack a little more.

“Hmm?” She hummed, resting the tip of her pen to the paper as her eyes flicked around the space in front of her.

“Just making sure you can still hear me,” he smiled, but she did not see him.

Emma’s eyes fluttered closed as if she was imagining Killian there with her. “I can hear you,” she smiled, head rolling sideways so her head rested on her shoulder. “We can hear you.”

Killian watched as Emma flattened her palm over her stomach, scrunching the material of the comforter in her hands and grinning from ear to ear. The burst of anger he had witnessed moments ago was gone and Emma was calmed by the thoughts of the little one growing inside of her.

“You look happy, love,” Killian said softly. “Radiant even.”

“Yeah right,” Emma scoffed playfully, rolling her eyes. “I’ve been crying for days, my skin is blotchy and puffy and I’m sitting in my bed trying to decipher the notes of your dead brother with my spirit boyfriend.”

Killian’s lips twitched into a knowing smile and he laughed a little, the sound sending a welcome shiver through Emma’s entire body. “Well, you should see me, I am actually glowing,” Killian laughed and looked down at her hands in front of him, the faintest white grey outline to his fingers blurring the area around them. “It’s surreal.”

Emma’s laughter faded with his and she stared directly at where he would be sitting. “This whole week has been just that,” she said, a more serious tone to her voice. “I’m not sure I can handle much more.”

A silence fell between them as they both inadvertently diverted their gaze from each other. Killian lifted his hand and rubbed the skin behind his ear, extending his fingers around the back of his neck and roughly brushing the hair there. At the same time, Emma sucked in a huge breath, rolling her bottom lip between her teeth and scribbling a doodle on the page in front of her.

“I’m sorry….” Killian whispered, bowing his head.

“I miss you…” Emma murmured at the same time, lifting her head and sucking in a huge breath. “Killian!” She gasped.

“Yes, love?” Killian’s head snapped up to meet her gaze but the pale faced look of confusion on Emma’s face stopped him dead. “Emma, what is it?” he asked concerned, clenching his fists because he couldn’t comfort her.

“Killian…” Emma gasped, her breathing becoming rapid and irregular as she swallowed a hard lump that had formed in her throat. “...I can see you.”

#cs ff #cs fic #cs fanfiction #cs au #cs halloweek #between now and nether #ch13 #angst #mystery #captain swan #artistic-writer #fanart for fanfic

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itsasmallfry-world · 8 years ago

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You used to make me happy. An i used to love your smile. You used to make me laugh but from now its been a while. But to ask me to move. Come back all for you. Has me hesitent bc do i really know you? The 12 year difference should send me flying away but for some reason you seem to be my everything. A whole year has passed an i still feel so strong. That you and i aganist the world will surely conquer all. But the doubt is still there. An im terrifed inside to be so far away from hpme for the very 1st time. No mommy no step dad. Just me and my lover. No job nothing to offer just me as your lover. Just love and affection. God blessed me with this man an told me keep his attention. Hes gonna take care of me like im his queen an ive never known that so it sounds so sercene but deep down again.. Im scared to be loved. Bc the last one to love me stole my innocene an cut. But no he wont leave i tell myself everyday he loves me i know it trying to keep those thoughts away. But to move yet again Is the question that puzzles. I guess ill have to find out , ive had bigger troubles.~ original

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modelronpagame · 6 years ago

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Freedom Never Lasts || Modelmascots || RE: Modelbot, ATN: All

Modelkuma slowly rolls up to the middle of the stage, arms stretched out and a more sinister-than-usual looking grin plastered across their face.

“Well, I think that’s enough chatter for one trial, don’tcha think? It’s getting harder and harder to sit back and watch you guys go on and on about the most boring topics- face it, Modelrot, no one wants to hear your whiny little sob story! Plus… Is that a revolt I hear being proposed? You wouldn’t dare….”

Never before had they outwardly expressed such contempt for an individual- clearly there was something off, if that wasn’t entirely clear already.

“Why don’t we spice things up a bit? I think it would be a good idea to show you guys that we really mean business- there’s no hope in trying to stop us, ‘cuz…. Well, there’s no easy way to put this, but if you try anything funny, or go against our orders, this time we won’t hesitate to kill you!”

They drape an arm over the shoulder of their fellow mascots, looking to each of them in turn before addressing the crowd again,

“Hey, I know! Why don’t we try bringing back an old friend? That’d be pretty hilarious, right? I’ve been missing watching everyone screaming in terror lately, so let’s give these degenerates something to scream about!”

“Kehehe, same! SAME!!! I’d like to finally have a little bit of fun~!”

Getting into a familiar formation, the three mascots begin to glow, and in a bright flash-

The beastly Momoke stands before you a moment later, now elevated slightly above the crowd due to their position on stage. Their body lowers in preparation of a pounce that never comes. But, instead, they show off those infamous pairs of teeth. The same maw and talons that ended the life of Huang Xiaozhu and Rowena Christine St. Bathory gives your reflection in their metallic shine

… It seems they were hungry for more.

“ Thouġ̻ht̙̅ ̡͆tha̲͠t ẇ̼a̺͛s̤̐ ͕͛the͎̔ ̦́las̙͝t̹͆ ̢̿o̟̓f̳͋ ǘ͎s̻͠ yọ̃u̬̒’d ͎̐s̢͘e̳̚e͕̕,̙̋ ̠͘huh̆͢?̺̏ ̮̈W̭͒h̺̓at̫̐ ̜͠a… ̺̔t̰͑i͙͌r̫̂e̲̕som̭̑e͍̍ ̀͢a̬͗s͙̀su͊͟m̜̈́p̗̿t͆͢i̜͋o̔ͅn̙͠.͎̃ .”

Standing above the students, their imposing figure casts a shadow as they pace slowly - eyeing each of you up and down with sadistic interest. Their many eyes dart in all different directions to examine you all at once.

“ M̪͗o̡͝ḑ̈́e̥̕l̪͆b͕͞ǒ̞t̤̚ ̃ͅi̩͗s̯͋ ̣̊b͈̔ḛ̓i̛̱n̲͘g͜͡…̘͞ soo͂͜o͙̍o͋͟ ͕̕m͙͋eà̪n̢̍,̘̇ ̟̓wou̧͡ldn͚̈’͔̆t̺̚ ̤̋yõ̱u͈̍ k̟̾ṋ̈ow?̭̊

̭͗W͓̐e͇͝ ̫̀f͛͟o̠͐l̟͋l͇̅ow̡̕ th̳̐e͙͌i͉͑r̬̒ or̝͌de̳͒r̜͌s͈̃ t̜͒hi̦̕s w̛̬hỏ͚l̙̇e̮̓ ͈͛t̖̓i̼̕m̯̈e̮̐, ̙́a͍̎nd ͓͌t͕̄ĥ̯en th͚͘e̒ͅy ͚̾pla̫͆y ͎͂a me̪͌a͒͢n t̡̚ř̻ick͕̑ ͙͐w͔̃hë͓n ̰͠w͚̾e ̻́w̢͊a̬͐nṭ͒e͔͌d ̢͌to͚̒ ̳̔h̤͆a̓͢v̗̚é̙ ̯̾ḁ̈́ ̟̓b̲̀i̘̓t̹̆ ȯ͎f f̣͐un~!̼̅ ”

The abomination’s gaze train onto Modelbot. They settle down on their haunches and sway their tail as if they’re readying to lunge, but pause.

“U̞͗p̺̆u̢̎p̼̎up̻̊u̻͡p̱̑u…͍͡ ”

In one swift motion, Momoke jumps towards the circle of podiums - the stage shaking as their collective weight slams back onto the runway. Tail swishing behind them, the fusion begins stalking around the circle at the backs of the class. Whether you’re brave enough to turn and watch them as they linger by you or tensely watch as they pass by your classmates from across the circle; the strength heard in the turbines powering their joints may catch your breath - or the equivalent - in your throat.

Regardless, nothing can accurately describe the way your chest seizes as the deadliest robot you’ve encountered here brushes your backs with its fur - craning its head to stare at you individually and flash its plentiful rows of teeth.

Momoke is a constant reminder of the levels of violence capable within HPME.

Soon, their eyes set to Modelbot once again and stalk forward - only halting as Mina stumbles before the small AI to block them from Momoke’s view. The human and robotic amalgamation stare for a moment before the machine launches forward with teeth bared. The scientist gasps and puts her arms before her to brace, only for the loud CLANG of the beast’s maw snapping a foot from her face to echo throughout the room.

Momoke leans into the trembling scientist. She clings to her clutch like a lifeline and stares back in meek defiance.

They laugh again, relenting and turning to the class.

“ U̯͂PU̙̓PUPU̜͐~͉̅! So y̯̏ó̝u ̡̓a͐͟l̥̊l ͓̑t̞́h͎̀in͈̍k͓̉ ỹ̥ȏ̗u're b͕͛rav̖͂é̢?͔͘ You’ṟ̏e wil̜̓lḯ̤ng t̬́o ̭̽ś͉acr͔̋ifī͔c̪͗e ö͖́nȅ̻ of ̟̽yo͢͞u̠̒r ō̮w̢͋n becau̪͂se̠͌ yo̖͊u͓͡ ͗͟th̹͐i̝̍nk ͈͂ev̼̑erythi̥̎n̮̆g ̪̏musẗ̞́ ̹̄be ̯͡fai̼̊r? ”

Their eyes flash, a brilliant snarl greeting you all.

“ T͈̐ḥ̏en̦̾, b̯͋rā͕ve̱͛ ̪́h̖͋eroes̪͒,̺͒ y͚̓oü̼ ̟́dơ͎n’t ẅ͚́a̬͛nt͚͡ h̘̊er͔̾ ͙̆or á̤n̤̏y̹͒ mó̬re ́͢ȏ̪f͖̑ ̨̈y̞̓our iń͜n̢̅ö̻́ce̍ͅn͚͊t̢̽s̤͊ ̜̆to̤͂ die?̠͠ Yô̡u̯̍ ẗ̺h̯́in͇͝k̝̔ ̫͐you de̻͠ser̨̚v͖̄e̲̊ ̨͆so̼̔m̗̏e ̭̅happ͇̊y ĕ̡nḍ̈i̡͊ng̫̍?͓͒ ”

Momoke’s laughter builds as they jump onto Modelkuma’s chair to perch. Their technicolor talons clench the fabric until it frays and bursts.

“ Ţ͌h̝̕e̙͠n hà̻v̤̅e ̟̃th̼̏i̹̍s͉̋: A ̘͑Fȉ̱n̮̂al ͍̐Trial̹̈. ͔̏Y̌͜our big̖̀ĝ͎e̻͗st͕̾ p͍̌er̻̚form̿͟ạ͠nc̻͐è̖ ̑͟ỳ͙et!̞͒

Y̏͜oŭ̺r ̺͑culpȓ͖ȋ̟t? ͉̐

T̛ͅh͓̐e̟̿ pe̟̚r̛̜so̟̍n, ̲̊or͇̊ ͍̀pé̝r̞͝s̍͜onș̌, wḧ̪́ő̞ ͓͊s̻̈́t̩̐arted the Ḧ͔P’͚͞s͎̏ ͖̏M̗̋ost̨̋ E̛̥x̥̉cẹ̍ļ̚lẻ͈nt̻̏ M̈ͅut̢̊uȧ̠l̻̒ Killinġ͕ Ga̰͝m͇̀ĕ̱!͈͡“

Momoke cackles,

“ I̫̅n̯͝ ̡̾3͇̐ ͕̅day’s̘̀ ̨͞tì͉m̢̾e,̦͋ ̅͜yo͇̎ȕ̫ ̬̿wil̜̾ĺ͓ al̨͡ḽ̋ ͖͠r͚̃e̫͠conv̮̉en͍͐e ̦̄heŕ̗e̤͡ ̯̾f̛̳ò̯r di̟̽sč͍us͍͞s̮̏ió̡n̫̾ and ͚̂å͕ ̋͢final ̞̈́d͎̿e͕̊c̬͑i͉͒sĩ͙on.”

They stretch and push one arm of the chair to the ground with a symphony of shredding and button bursting accompanying it.

“ Ï̠f yö̧́u ̯̓s̗͐ucc̻͑e̜̐ed̡̎…̭͞?͋͟ You’ll ͙̀b̠͛ẻ̺ ͎̽f̡͊rē̝ê͉d̘̚. All̫̀ o̘͞f ͍͡th̯͞e ̌ͅpȧ̠i̘͋n̜̎ ͙͐an͉̒d̪̓ ̯͠s̳̓ù̯ḟͅf̢̈́è͉rin̬̉g̡̃ ̛͙yo̗̽u̥̇ e͜͝x͓̏p̙̅er̡̒i̲̽ence h̬̓ere̘̿ ̼̓w̲̄ĩ̫l̛̳l̦͐ ̲̑co̦͞me t̯͛o ̡̀ã̱n̮̾ en͖͞d̻͝.̦̔ ́͢

Y̪̚o̝͆ur̻͊ Ca̬̾p͔̂t̹͒or? ̰͡Y̭͞o̰͞u̩̍ can bring ̙͝t͍̂o ̱̃jusẗ͉́ỉ̪ĉ̬e in̤̈ ̤͆ȧ͜ t̬͐ruly̞̿ f͍̎abulou̼̓s̰̓ ͍̉fà̠s̜͘hio̕͢n!͉̎ ̥̌

Bu̯͡t,̞̏ ͔́î̻f̮̀ y̱͞ou ç̚h̲̊oos̛͇e ̱͠t̥̎h͇̾e w͖̾roooong ö́͜ȍ̥o̼̍o͔̎nȅ̱~̧̂? ”

Their expression darkens, malicious intent oozing from their maw.

“Ev̰̉ery̝̍ȯ̬ne̲͒ w͚͛i͓̿l͓͛l m̭̚eet the̙͌ ͔͆ŝ̰am̳̈e f̲̉a̹̒t̻͘e̲̎. ̣̄

Seem͚͆ fa͚͘ir͓̿? ͈͝

Th̰̽aṭ̾’̱͛s͇͠ ̧̔ẁ͖hat ̱́yo̝̊u ą̓ll l̨͒ikȇ͕, yes͖̄? ͕͡

Fi̠̽nḍ̽ ̠̔t̛ͅh̺̄e Capt̹́or̜̔ ̛̰or̡̓ ̄͢p̩͞er̥̽i͋͢sh̗̉!̳̎

A̘̽n͉̿d, ̉ͅbe̦͌f̢̿ǫ͘r͎̾e yo̞͐u ge̒͜t a͚͒ll̖͋ ̲͑up in a̭̐rms̻͂ ̨͞b̤͘e͈͛caus̉͟ê̬ ̢̎of̤̕ th̼͞ḭ̀s recen͚̓t͇͝ ̛̬deb̰̀ac̡̚le̼͂-̮̍ ”

Their eyes turn every which way again to bore holes through the gathered crowd, the grin growing.

“ Ẅ̼́e’̠̇ll ̠͛c̝͝on̖͐f̛͕ir͊ͅm t̠͘h̊͜í̟s:͚͑

The͗ͅ ̩̓onļ̅ỳ̬ onè̢s ŵ͍h̦̋o a̎ͅc͚̅ti͖̎vę͑ly̤͌ ̳͛b̢͆e̦̾t͕̓ray̗͌ẽ̺d̛͙ t̤̀he ̟̽c̢̑lǎ̗ş͘s we̗̍rè͜ ǎ̙p̖͡aṛ͂t̜̉ ò͔f ͖̇it̘͠ f̱̀ro̱͆m͍͡ the ͈̅star͖͋t! ̛̹

T̜̉ḫ͛i̡̍ș̃ ki̮̚llį́ng ̚ͅgame wa̞̽s̉͢ ͎͘t̥̑h͙͠ẹ̓ir̫͞ i̪͞d̟͂eá̯, and ̻̈their̢͂s’ ̬͛al̞̔on̮̓é̪.͖͡ ͈̒

W͔͗e ̩̌sim͉̏pl͕͝y…̘̌ ̳̚sṫ̮r̙̿uck ͈̚ȁ̮ deal. Ù̲p̱̊ū̻pủ̘p̥̂ü̠p̮̀up~!̪̆ ”

“We’̟̅vḙ̕ ̹͒ne͓̎v͓͗er lị̾ed͖̓ ̖̽tò̦ ẏ̖o͖͆ú̹, ͍̑ĥ͕av̨͡e ͕͠w̻̍e̗͋? ̙͆O͇͋n̹̎l̜̐ẙ̠ ̗͒o̓ͅmit̗͗t̲̓ed̮͛ t̰͌hę͋ t̬͝r͉̄uth.͍̕..͉̋

̔͟So, ͙͋pṷ̏t̂͜ yo̮̔ur bo̰̓n̥͐ds to th̨̑ę͒ ̪̓tes̻̓t͎͞.

Sē͕ḛ̐ if̤̍ yo͉͆ur̭̔ fool͚͘hă̧rd̘̆y͔̚ ̝̌he̬͂artș̛ ̼̉ć͍an ̭͂oveŕ͢cǒ͖m͍̆e thė̢ ̼̿bigg̗̔e̪̽šͅt ̫̊be͖̚t̜̎ra̜͗y̝̆a̖̕l̻̎ of̀ͅ ỷ̠ȯ͍u͉̓r e͇͋xistenč͔es͈͑!

T̟̾h͆͢er̩̓e’s̜͒ ͚̐s̯͠n̻̈́akes a͚͆mo̞͘n̳̄g̤͠ you,̦̒ ̝͝t̋ͅr͉̉eaḍ̛ ͕̐c͈͡ar̻͑eful͙͞l̲̈y̹̽~̼̍ ”

With their final instruction, Momoke lets out a deafening cackle as they leap high into the air and land off stage. As their running and the laughter still echos around the room, you can hear something... faintly. The reverberation only barely allowing you to make out-

“Help.̫̆..̪̾ us...!͍̈́ ”

As they scamper away, the bright lights of the agency flicker into darkness - only to be replaced by a light blue. The pink interior of HP’s Most Excellent is now swathed in the glow of something awful and terrible.

Before any of you have to worry about making the first move, the newcomer bot hesitantly wheels back to the center of your podiums.

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