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We need to see this more often

That moment when a character has just been through hell and they crack a joke to lighten the mood but their laughter turns into sobbing

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Just realized that the reason I love making friends on tumblr is because it’s exactly how you make friends on the playground as a six year old. No, I don’t know their name but they love mermaids too and built this awesome sand castle. No, I don’t know their age but their imaginary cheetah is friends with mine. You like this show? You like this character?? You can sing the theme song really loud??? Here is a flower crown. Here is a juice box. You can share my time and I might never see you again but part of you stays in my soul forever. In my mind we’re still on the swing set and the sky is blue and nothing will ever be wrong again.

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Holy FUCK

You were once an adventurer but when was turned to stone. Your party tried to save you but it was too late, so they place you in the center of a town they founded, now years later an army marches onto that town and with every once of willpower you try to move…and with groan you take a step.

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This isn’t perfect by any means, but I had an idea and I wanted to get it out.

TW: capture, torture, drugging, forceful joint dislocation (?)

Wrists bound behind their back and chained to the wall wasn’t a pleasant situation to be in. Especially with this stranger looming over them.

Their gaze held the hero in place was nearly as firm as the restraints. The drugs probably had something to do with it as well.

“My my my,” the stranger purred, “You do sleep well, don’t you? I’ve been shouting your name for the past ten minutes.”

The hero opened their eyes and looked up, the face of the person standing before them darkened in shadow. They blinked a few times, trying to adjust to the sudden light.

“Do you know where you are?” The stranger asked, their voice sounding somewhat caring; a very jarring shift from the arrogant lilt it had before. The hero shook their head slowly, still drowsy from whatever had been given to them. The stranger then sighed, pinching the bridge of their nose and shaking their head.

“Explaining it would kinda ruin the mood, so I guess I’ll just cut to the chase.” The stranger squatted down, their face now inches from the hero’s face, and suddenly they were recognizable. This was no stranger.

Foggy memories starting swimming about the hero’s head. They had seen the villain when out and about on the street and decided to follow them home. What a stupid mistake that was.

The villain grabbed hold of the hero’s belt and yanked. An abrupt pain exploded in the hero’s shoulders as their arms were wrenched further back. The hero screamed.

“How did you find me?” The villain asked, as calm and collected as ever. The hero let out a pained moan, no words coming to them. “Hm?”

The hero muttered something incomprehensible and was met with a sharp slap to the face as a response.

“Speak up,” the villain said in a way that made the hero feel like a child whose parents were sick and tired of their mumbling.

“Can’t remember,” they said. The villain grabbed a fist full of hair and yanked their head back as the hero yelped in pain. “I followed you,” they said lazily, “I saw you on the street and I…and I followed you home.” The hero swallowed and closed their eyes, giving up on trying to keep them open. The villain tapped them on the face gently in an attempt to keep them awake.

“Does anyone else know that you’re here?” The villain inquired. They waited a few seconds for a response before standing up and placing a foot on the hero’s shoulder.

“I don’t know,” the hero said quietly. The boot on their shoulder started pressing down, forcing their arms further back. “I don’t know! I don’t know, I swear!” They cried out as tears brimmed their eyes.

“What do you mean you don’t know?” The villain asked skeptically.

“I mean…I mean I didn’t tell anyone, but…someone could have been tracking me. I don’t know. I swear, I don’t know.”

“Do you really think I’m going to accept that answer?” The villain’s boot pressed harder.

“That’s the truth, I-…I don’t know what else you want me to say,” the hero replied, starting to cry. “Please, I swear.”

“I do like it when you beg…however,” the villain pushed their boot down until the hero’s back was firmly against the floor. Their was a loud popping sound as both the hero’s shoulders were dislocated, and their screams filled the room thicker than smoke. “Since you were so unhelpful, I’m now going to have to sort this out myself,” the villain said, barely loud enough to hear over the hero sobbing in agony.

The villain left the room and the hero was left with two useless arms and a world of pain.