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Reflections pt.2

“I don’t want to be you… You’re not me… You’re not me…” Maria could hear Jenn muttering down the hall. Her tone sounded panicked, hyperventilated. Fighting the urge to gag and vomit, she presses on down the hallway, approaching the threshold to the bedroom. From here she can see rotting food strewn about the floor of the room, in the bed, and some smeared on the walls in cryptic, foreign sigils and signs. 

Picking up the courage to peek around the corner: surrounded by candles of varying heights, eldritch notes and scrawlings, and sitting before that wretched mirror, was Jenn. Maria caught a look at the face in the mirror, at first resembling her partner, was slowly distorting and twisting its form. She’d seen this face before, in brief fits of anger, or in the throes of envy and jealousy. Maria tried to close her eyes, hoping that the specter was just a figment of her imagination and the light playing tricks on her. On the count of 10, she slowly peeks, only to see the face staring at her, wickedly. Maria audibly gasps, startling Jenn and causing her to scream in a panic. 

Courage all but spent, Maria turns to make a sprint to the front door. She can hear a flurry of flailing limbs and skittering behind her as Jenn seemingly gives chase, along with the shattering of a glass bottle. As she approaches the door she lets out a scream, but it was cut short as the air was knocked from her lungs. Jenn hit her from the back like a bus and sent Maria collapsing to the floor. Her screams turned to garbled gasps for air as Jenn brought the broken bottle down repeatedly upon Maria’s back. “You’re not me, you won’t be me, you can’t be me… You’re not me, you won’t be me, you can’t be me…” is all Maria hears before everything fades to black…

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Bionicle lookin’ mfer, ya’ll remember those?

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Nothing like a good scream

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So fucking cute

Pikachu comes around to Jessie rather quickly after realizing she’s not really a threat and finding out how good at head scratches she is (she has nice long nails)

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Nothing but a reeky pox-marked measle.

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Reflections Pt.1

“Come on Lars, it’s been almost a week since anyone’s seen Jenn, just give her wife a call, won’t you? None of the rest of us have her number,” said a slender individual to the larger bear of a man, who merely grunted in reluctant agreement. 

Maria was in the middle of having coffee with a friend when her cell began to ring. She recognized the number as Jenn’s boss and answered the call. “Hi Lars, what’s going on? … Oh, you haven’t seen her at work? … HOW many days? … Ok yeah I’ll stop by the apartment to see if she’s ok. … Yeah I’m.. Not staying with her right now. Anyway, I’ll stop by to check on her and let you know what’s going on, ok? … Ok, bye” she said with a sigh of frustration. “I’m sorry Luz, I need to stop by the old place and see what’s going on with Jenn.” Luz rolls her eyes and says “You left her, she’s not your responsibility anymore, and besides she’s probably just hovering over that mirror that you were talking about. You said she was getting erratic." "Yeah Luz that’s kinda whyyy I’m worried. She’s been missing for almost a week from work, so I’m just going to run by and see what the problem is. I’ll be right back, ok? Can you watch over Lazarus for me?” She bends down to pet the log of a head that is her rottweiler, gives him some forehead kisses, and grabs her keys to head out the door. 

Maria attempts to unlock the front door to the apartment only to discover that it wasn’t locked. Worried, she quietly opens the door and creeps inside to see that the lights are out across the dwelling. Once inside, the faint smell of rot assaults her senses, causing her to reel a little. There’s trash littered across the apartment, and flies gathering above the sink full of dirty dishes. Maria knew that the separation was going to hit Jenn hard, but not anything like this. This didn’t make any sense. Jenn was the “neat-freak” out of the two of them, she would’ve never let the apartment get into this state. Even when she was sick, she’d still make sure the dwelling was as clean as she could afford. Something was seriously wrong. The flickering of soft candle light eventually catches her eyes, emanating down the hall from their old bedroom…

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I was awoken at first by the sound of steel scraping stone, but the yelp and thud to the ground was what really did it. Second intruder this month, this was. They must really be getting desperate at this point to be sending untrained killers. How many children must they have to be able to maintain this attrition? Surely this would have been dealt with a century ago, but here they are. Still trying to end our miserable life after 600 years of pointless bloodshed. What do they seek to gain? How many branches have I snapped from that hapless family tree of theirs, how many candles have I snuffed out? It matters not, for as long as I draw breath the number will continue to grow, and why should I care? They are as flies, merely pests buzzing about, fleeting. I’ve been so enraptured in my studies over the last couple of centuries that I’ve all but forgotten what started this blood feud. They sure are persistent though.. I’ll give them that. There’s a bit to admire about mortals, to be fair. What the lack in longevity they make up for in determination. Possibly a consequence of having such short lifespans, but admirable nonetheless. Too bad they’re blinded by their emotions, for if their elders had any wisdom they’d have advised against waging this “war”. Maybe it’s time to pay them a visit, remind them of their folly...

A family has been trying and failing to kill you, an immortal, for many generations. In fact, it’s been going on for so long you forgot why they started hunting you in the first place.

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We were preparing to go visit her parents for the holidays, but I was lagging behind. I had just gotten out of the shower when it felt like I was being watched. My partner was in the bedroom packing, the bathroom isn’t that big so obviously couldn’t be hiding out of sight. I finish up in the bathroom and approach the door to leave. As I get the threshold of the door it’s as though every fiber of my being is held against its will, locked in place. I can’t move, and any attempts to call for my partner were met with deafening silence. Pins and needles start to crawl up and down my spine. My gaze is snapped back to the shower with enough force to cause whiplash. I watched in horror as the shower curtains were thrown open wide, and the water hissed back to life all at once. In the shower a silhouette has formed in the water, as though there is someone, or something, standing there. I can’t move, I can’t scream, I can only sit there in horror as the water pressure intensifies and the steam builds. A ringing starts to pierce my mind like a splinter under the nail, and all fades to darkness.

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“Please, hooman”

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Your daily dose of cat memes

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This

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Really thought he was gonna get got lol

GANDALF FUCKED UP AND EVIL MOMENT!? WHY DID HE FEEL THE NEED TO SCARE HIM LIKE THAT!?

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I don't think I've ever related to a set of responses more than this

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that’d have me fucked up lmao

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Ok but you know I’m multi-classing

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