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お久しぶりです。最後に投稿したのは2年前くらいなんじゃなかろうか。時の流れがこわすぎる・・・。私生活でいろいろあり本当に何も2次創作とかしてなかったんだけど、何かをポストしたい気持ちは常に頭の中にありました。文字を打つだけなら携帯でできるので今後は空いた時間になんか書けたらいいな・・・。

USJホラーナイトのエイダとレオン。

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Eli about 20 years old

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The team was divided into two groups, one to enter from the front and the other from the back, and upon my signal, we were to enter the interior. I led the team from the front and we broke into the court. We kicked our way through every room of the two-story building, which literally could be called a "court," and immediately shot and killed anyone who jumped out. We fired every bullet before even thinking about who it was, before we could think about anything else. It was truly what one would call "dirty work.” Bodies piled up one after another, and screams and whitish dust filled the building. A short time later, a short radio call came in.

"Target down, congressman dead."

We were searching a hidden room in the back of the bedroom. It was a small room with various miscellaneous objects. Suddenly, a small figure jumped out from the shadows.

“Don't shoot it!”

I shouted, but it was too late. A bullet fired by one of my men shot the figure through the head, and it fell down. I rushed over. It was a girl who appeared to be no more than 10 years old. Her eyes were wide open and she had died, and there was a mark on her forehead where she had been shot from the front. Blood poured from it, spreading to the cold floor. Then I noticed that there was someone else breathing in the shadows toward where she had jumped out. I looked and saw it was a boy about her age and he was staring at the girl with a rigid expression on his face.

“What do we do with him?”

One of my men overheard me.

“Take him away. I'll ask my client for instructions.”

I couldn't just leave him here. At my direction, my men walked up to the boy, grabbed his arms, and tried to stand him up. The boy suddenly came to himself and shook off their hands.

“sa' aq tuluka!”

The boy shouted something. His eyes were on me, right in front of him. Then he repeated the words over and over again, as if he were spitting something hard. I knew what it meant, partly because I had been in this country too long.

No, maybe anyone could see it in this situation and in the look of hatred on his face. He was shouting, "I'm gonna kill you.”

I approached the boy, who was throwing anything nearby, and quickly grabbed him by the arm and twisted him up. The boy groaned in pain and fell to his knees. Perhaps realizing that he could not win, the boy stopped resisting and weakly repeated the curse, tears welling up from both eyes.

...I know that feeling.

Old memories flashed bitterly and vividly in my mind. A child so helpless to do anything to give even the tiniest bit of recompense to a world so horrifying. How much that reality had shattered and damaged my self-esteem. I hated my helplessness with all my heart. I even gave up my name - Eli - to bury even that memory.

I watched as the boy was packed into a transport vehicle and sent off to a detention facility. After I saw him off, I remembered that I had never asked his name. If I ever saw his face again, it would be when he came to take revenge on me. Before I knew it, I had become the one who had given him the curse that I had hated so much.

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青年イーライのトラウマが刺激されるだけの話。これと対になる感じでマンティスの話も書きたいな

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スト6でマンティスつくった(微妙)

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Michael, you must go to hell

with me.

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ストリートファイターになったイーライくん

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リメイクいつかな・・・・来年かな・・・・またなんか二次書きたいし描きたいな・・・・

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まじじゃん！！！！！！！！

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スプラのガスマスク手に入った(満足)

この偉そうなポーズ可愛すぎんか…

可愛い

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だいぶ前に書いたやつ。Vが生きてた設定でどうにかしてふたりを再会させたかった。

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傭兵やってる若リキッドの話。トラウマを乗り越えられてないリキッドが子供時代の自分と似てる子に出くわしたときどうなるかっていうのを書きたかったやつ(オチが思いつかなくてなかなか書きおわらなかった)。結局はヴェノムと同じような行動を取るしかなくて苦い思いするのかなという想像です。

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めちゃむかし書いてて放置してたやつ。なんかこう上から目線を身に付けた10代マンティスが書きたかった。続き思い付いたら書きます。

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Michael Myers in childhood part2

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When my parents returned home, there was hardly any light in the house other than the TV that had been left on, and there was no sign of anyone. What in the world were Judith and Michael doing? They called out to them, but there was no answer. They went upstairs to look for them. When they turned on the light in Judith's room, all they saw was a pool of blood and a disfigured Judith. They panicked and held her in their arms. Then the mother screamed, "Where is Michael?" He was standing alone in the backyard with dressing as a clown for Halloween, but his candy basket was empty. In his dead-cold hand was a bloody kitchen knife.

After the incident, Michael was admitted to the child psychiatric unit. The doctor who tried to examine him noticed that he was different from other psychotic patients. Michael was an excellent research subject for doctors working in large hospitals. However, since he had stopped speaking even to his family after the incident, doctors struggled to find a way to examine him. Eventually, they began to look for anything that would react to him, and the results gradually became more extreme. However, he had little reaction even when shown photographs of Judith's body and her boyfriend's wounds. There were repeated investigations into Michael's upbringing, and his parents gradually became exhausted and divorced a short time later. The house on Lumpkin Street was sold, the mother had a relationship with another man and had a child, but she was in no condition to raise a child due to alcoholism and PTSD. Her daughter was placed in foster care shortly after her birth and was taken in by another couple.

“Michael did not have a mental illness. He had a clear purpose to take a life, and he did it. I would call him a pure demon by nature. What he needs is not rehabilitation, but isolation and supervision," his doctor concluded. But his conclusion was met with a kick in the pants. His father was missing, his mother was almost a cripple, and with no other relatives to turn to, he was placed in an orphanage.

The matron welcomed him with a smile and a hug. She believed that love is what saves everything. That night, Michael quietly got out of bed, went to the matron's room, and thrust a nail he must have pulled out of somewhere into her sleeping hand. The nail was deeply embedded into the wooden frame of the bed. While she was unable to pull it out, he picked up the front door key and quietly slipped out of the facility.

He was found walking alone on a national highway leading toward Haddonfield and was taken into custody. He was readmitted to a psychiatric hospital, but a more secure hospital was chosen for his admission. Inside the transfer vehicle, the driver's seat and the passenger's seat were separated by a wire mesh, and the driver's seat could be seen through the mesh. Michael stared at the driver's hand as he was transported dozens of kilometers to the facility.

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Lovely stalker

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He did this after he let me go

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マイケルの子供時代想像したやつ

ロブ・ゾンビ版のマイケルの子供時代が自分の想像とかなり違ったので自分なりにマイケルの幼少期を書いてみました。ジュディスが見てる映画は「ローズマリーの赤ちゃん」です。

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続き

マイケルがなんで車を運転できるのかについては何度か病院を転々とするうちに見て覚えたってことにしてみた。

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Michael Myers in childhood part 1

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Michael was by nature very quiet and had limited emotional expression. Even in the presence of his parents and sister, he rarely spoke, only nodding or shaking his head, sometimes communicating with them with notes written on paper or something. In modern times, this might have been diagnosed as a severe case of mutism, but in 1950s US, such a name did not yet exist, and the adults around him simply regarded him as a shy child. His mother worked as a teacher and believed that he would eventually develop social skills once he started school, which also contributed to the fact that his peculiar nature was overlooked.

Instead of his busy parents, a college student from the neighborhood was hired to babysit him, but she was the only one who sensed Michael's oddness. He never smiled, was indifferent to most things, and she had no idea what he was thinking. Still, she enjoyed her job and made an effort to get along with him.

One day she caught one butterfly in the garden. Michael was intrigued by it and spent hours staring at the butterfly fluttering its wings in a jar. “Do you like butterflies?” she asked, and he tilted his head quietly. The next day she went to Michael's house with an old insect book she had at home. She felt she could finally get to know Michael. She, too, had loved insects as a child. But contrary to her expectations, Michael showed no interest in her gift. Disappointed, she went to Michael's room, saying that she would keep the book in his room and read it if he wanted to. There she found an empty bottle and a dead butterfly with its wings torn off.

A replacement for the babysitter who quit abruptly was hard to find. Her parents decided to have her older sister Judith take care of Michael for a while, but she was only 16 years old and at an age when she wanted to hang out with her friends and boyfriend. In contrast to her little brother, she was a queen of the class and could not tolerate being left out, nor did she like being teased by her classmates for being called a babysitter. She had never understood people who were too quiet with a personality like hers to begin with, and she looked down on her brother.

It was Halloween night, October 31, 1963. Judith's parents were away at home, as usual, and she was told to take care of her little brother. She was frustrated because she couldn't go to the Halloween party, but eventually her boyfriend came over and they started watching a horror movie to pass the time. It was a movie from the 1960s about a pregnant woman who is gradually driven into a corner by the suspicious behavior of the people living in the same apartment building. When her boyfriend asked her, "Do you actually think she's crazy or her neighbors are?" Judith says to him, "This movie’s too boring," and fast-forwards to the last scene. Noticing that she is still in a foul mood, the boyfriend asked to see the costume she was going to wear. Judith was taken in by his suggestion, and the two went to Judith's room. The TV left on was playing a scene of the heroine reaching for a kitchen knife to retrieve her newborn child from the crazed neighbors.

Michael, who was alone in the yard, watched through the window as Judith and her boyfriend went upstairs. He entered the house through the back door and grabbed a kitchen knife. The TV in the living room had already finished playing the movie and was in blueback. He quietly opened the door to his sister's room. Then he swung the knife vigorously down her back as she combed her hair in front of the dresser.

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The movie Judith were watching was Rosemary's Baby.

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