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bleue-flora · 2 years ago

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Me and my fellow fanfic author @error-dream-was-found yesterday were a bit unhinged on discord and I thought ya'll might enjoy it... so umm please enjoy this discord chat fic I guess. :) (mostly left the way it is btw)

Oh guess I should do warnings huh…TRIGGER WARNINGS: Quackity (… lol oh for real though) Descriptions/Mentions of Torture, Blood, Death, Injuries, Forced drug usage and Cussing… you know the standard prison arc stuff… ;)

If It Pleases The Court

{Prelude}

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 3:52 PM

Ah yes… getting arrested with all those dsmp laws… mmmm yes those………

Wait what laws?

“QUACKITY What Laws?”

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 3:53 PM

True

We don't do laws on Smp

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 3:54 PM

exactly

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 3:54 PM

Unless you're Dream in that case we have many laws you have conveniently broken

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 3:55 PM

Sam and Q check book - “Yes that is correct!”

Good glad we cleared that up……

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 3:55 PM

I know the laws of Smp so well ... damn I could be lawyer!

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 3:56 PM

Thought that was my job🙃🤣

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 3:56 PM

Damn

Gotta look for a different career then ....

Maybe Q could use some help with ideas 🤔

You know ... to help enforce the law

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 3:57 PM

Torturing blob does not count

Oh wait no Q talked about his “commute” so nvm perfectly good job

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 3:58 PM

Yay!

I could also be a judge 🤔 I know the Smp law well and I'd have an easy job

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 4:02 PM

“Dream, GUILTY. Everyone else, INNOCENT!”…. Easy

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 4:02 PM

I know ... we´d both have easy jobs 🤣

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 4:02 PM

Lol

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 4:04 PM

although things would get complicated if someone, god forbid, sympathized with Dream ... although who would ever commit such a crime? Punz, laughs nervously.

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 4:06 PM

If Punz spoke up on behalf of Dream, Dream would kill him because that defeats the whole point…

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 4:07 PM

oh! So easy again! Plus we have another point against Dream

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 4:07 PM

Exactly

He’d be so mad… imagine getting torture for a guy in prison for that guy to just ruin everything in court…

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 4:07 PM

Yeah, valid reason for murder

{DSMP Court in Session with Error-DreamWasFound as presiding judge}

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 4:08 PM

Now death penalty…. Or…forever in a torture box with a highly corrupt warden?

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 4:08 PM

brings down the hammer "Torture box!"

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 4:09 PM

Tommy: “BOTH!”

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 4:09 PM

points at the kid "that! That´s the spirit! I approve!"

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 4:10 PM

Everyone cheers

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 4:10 PM

"The case is closed!"

"what a productive day it has been"

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 4:11 PM

True

pulls out next case - Pandora’s Box Vs Dream

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 4:13 PM

"Pandora wins. Next!"

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 4:13 PM

(Before it gets nuked that is🤣)

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 4:14 PM

"wait, wait, wait who approved the nukes! That wasn´t me!

It´s probably Dream´s fault ... time to add to his sentence!

I'm officialy making it 2 forevers in a torture box!"

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 4:15 PM

Tubbo walks in “I approved them because I'm big Law!”

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 4:15 PM

yells I´M THE LAW!

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 4:16 PM

"you´re lucky you´re not Dream ...."

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 4:17 PM

Dream screams “ACTUALLY THIS IS MY FUCKING SERVER SO IM THE LAW AND YALL ARE ALL TRESPASSING!!!!!!….. except Punz he’s nice he can stay… and Techno… BUT EVERYONE ELSE GET OFF MY DAMN PROPERTY!”

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 4:18 PM

"Shut up accused!

Why is he still here?! Sam!"

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 4:19 PM

Bad stands up “Actually I pay for it, so technically it’s my property… and language!… but yea no y’all leave because you don’t have souls and the egg is better than yall anyways.”

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 4:20 PM

"Who let the lunatic in 🤦‍♀️ I thought I said it clearly, no cultists in my court hall!"

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 4:20 PM

Sam too busy cutting off Ponks arm for frowning at Dream’s sentence

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 4:21 PM

"Awesam! Leave the guy's arm be and come get your prisoner!"

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 4:22 PM

Sam walks over awkwardly, before pulling Dream out with a wide smirk

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 4:22 PM

"Thank you ... finally

so what is on the schedule next?"

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 4:22 PM

Quackity sneaks out the back door after them

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 4:22 PM

looks away so I can´t be hold accusable later

"And someone already see the Egg fanatic out, please, he´s disturbing the process"

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 4:24 PM

Skeppy grabs Bad and takes him out passing Ponk who’s bleeding out on the floor

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 4:24 PM

"Thank you

so is that all for today? Or does anyone has any other case? No Ponk you can´t sue Sam"

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 4:25 PM

Ponk looks up “What?!?… why?”

“That’s not fair, can I at least sue Dream?”

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 4:25 PM

"Yes!

congratulations, you won

no need to trouble Sam and have him drag the prisoner back

Anyone else wants to sue Dream?"

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 4:27 PM

everyone raises their hand

Minus Punz who left

(Techno does it with smirk)

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 4:27 PM

sus .... gotta ask Sam to check it later

"Okay everyone, quiet down ... do you want this the fast way or short way?"

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 4:27 PM

Tommy stands up “I vote the Quackity Way!”

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 4:28 PM

"That´s my boy! Everyone, stand in line and pick a weapon of choice"

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 4:29 PM

(Sam does not check later, too busy forcing potatoes down Dream’s throat to keep him alive…)

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 4:29 PM

mumbles to myself "why are we employing that idiot? ... Q do you have a minute?"

"No, don´t worry about Dream, others will keep him entertained"

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 4:31 PM

Q looks very displeased, blood dripping down his shirt “Yea? What’s up?… I’m kinda in the fucking middle of something…”

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 4:31 PM

"Punz is acting sus and Sam´s ... ehm ... busy so I need someone to check"

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 4:32 PM

Q pouts “Can’t this wait until later….”

“These noobs are gonna have all the fun without me…”

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 4:33 PM

mumbles again "another idiot ...." out loud "You can have fun later, go check now"

"or get someone else to do it I'm not paid enough to deal with this"

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 4:33 PM

Ponk struggles to carry an axe with his one arm

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 4:33 PM

"Remember, it´s all Dream´s fault. If it weren´t for him you´d have your arm, I know it´s hard but this is to make him pay! You can do it! Chop off his arm!"

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 4:34 PM

Ponk and Foolish look at you disturbed, then Ponk whispers to Dream “I’m sorry” before doing just that

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 4:34 PM

"and by that I conclude the case Ponk vs Dream closed! Justice has been served!"

"Damn I´m really good at this job

now someone please reattach the arm so another person can have a go"

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 4:35 PM

Q looks over at you “yea no kidding, you’re fucking nailing it!”

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 4:35 PM

"Aw thanks"

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 4:36 PM

Sam sighs waking over “this is gonna be a long day…”

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 4:36 PM

"yeah, better get the healing pots in advance. And stop whining! You're getting paid for this"

"Just play some relaxing music and ignore the screams for a few hours 🤷‍♀️"

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 4:36 PM

Ponk stares at him with a look that could kill

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 4:37 PM

"you want another go?

I´m sure it could be arranged 🤔"

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 4:37 PM

Ponk looks back to you mumbling “No I want my arm back…”

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 4:38 PM

".... you can have Dream´s arm?

Everyone! Will any of you miss Dream´s arm?"

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 4:39 PM

they all pause in a longer then should be contemplation… “nah it’s fine.”

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 4:39 PM

"Lovely, Ponk, you can have the arm 🙂"

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 4:40 PM

Tommy stutters “wait why does that bitch get an arm?”

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 4:40 PM

"Cuz he lost one because of Dream, duh" rolls eyes

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 4:40 PM

Ponk looks at said mutilated arm “….thanks?”

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 4:41 PM

"you´re welcome"

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 4:41 PM

Sam attaching Ponk’s new arm “at least this one has all the fingers still”

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 4:41 PM

nods "Okay so who wants to go next?"

"And where the heck is Q? What is taking him so long ....?"

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 4:42 PM

Tommy clearly outraged “ Yea but like that’s not fucking fair!”

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 4:42 PM

sighs "Why not Tommy?"

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 4:42 PM

“Because Dream didn’t even touch Ponk, why does he deserve the arm?”

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 4:43 PM

"So do you want to sue Dream?"

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 4:43 PM

Tommy grins “Yes!”

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 4:43 PM

"Should´ve started with that! Okay, what do you want to sue him for?"

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 4:44 PM

Quackity wandering all over the smp muttering profanity, looking for Punz who’s sneakily disappeared

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 4:45 PM

reads the report on my comm, mutters another idiot ... I'm surrounded by idiots ... "Sam! Go help Q"

"He´s lost or something ...."

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 4:45 PM

Tommy looks like he’s solving world hunger in such deep thought “Everything?… ruining my life?”

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 4:45 PM

checks some papers "yeah seems valid"

"Dream? Do you have anything to say in your defense?"

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 4:46 PM

Sam in the middle of stitching up a long gash in Dream’s chest “Aw what now? I’m kinda busy here!”

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 4:47 PM

"Damn it ... turns to the rest can some of you please go look for Q?"

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 4:49 PM

Dream on back trying not to choke on his own blood “Oh come on, FUCK YOU TOMMY! You ruined my life by being a little annoying bitch.” coughs “…If anyone’s guilty it’s fucking you.”

Techno and Foolish make their way out rather fast, looking relieved

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 4:50 PM

notes down - the accused is not cooperating and is verbally attacking the plaintiff

"Since the accused decided to not make use of his chance to defend himself I declare him guilty!"

"Tommy, you won, congrats"

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 4:51 PM

everyone claps, Niki and Jack making eye contact

Jack buts in “You’re honor, if I may, he was just pleading his case as your requested”

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 4:52 PM

"Ehm, I didn´t say you may so the argument is invalid

Anyone else has some objection?"

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 4:53 PM

Ranboo recording the notes “just so I’m clear we would like to strike Dream’s testimony from the record as Here Say?”

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 4:55 PM

"Yes, please"

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 4:55 PM

Ranboo brushing his hand to remove the blood that landed on his paper- it just smears in one red line over the word Dream “Ok.”

George raises hand like he’s in class, half awake “To be fair, Tommy burned my house, So he ruined my life!”

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 4:55 PM

"Thank you Boo ... finally someone competent"

thinks it through ... "would you like to sue Dream for it?"

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 4:56 PM

George looks at Dream bleeding out on the floor as Sam frantically tries to stop the bleeding “Nope. I wanna sue Tommy!”

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 4:56 PM

"Alright, let's hear it. What are your accusations?"

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 4:58 PM

George clears throat “Tommy has stolen and burned my house, but also griefed and robbed countless other properties. He is also a whiny childish bitch.”

Niki and Jack step up “We agree, he always starts conflicts that results with our homes being destroyed.”

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 5:00 PM

"I see, and are you 100% sure that this was by no means Dream's fault?"

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 5:00 PM

George looks from side to side sheepishly “I mean…”

Dream stares at George looking half hurt and half wanting to kill the man who’s so easily turned

Niki and Jack sigh “yea… I mean… you do have a point but…”

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 5:04 PM

glares at Dream to make sure he doesn't say a word, then looks at George encouragingly "you're safe here George, feel free to continue. And you" looks at Nikki and Jack "please leave your opinion for when it's asked for"

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 5:06 PM

George looks like he just want to crawl back to bed and give up because it’s too much work to continue “Well I mean… Tommy burning my house wasn’t related to Dream. Was it? Dream hates me…”

Dream looks at George, rolling his eyes then looks at Sapnap, who looks on the brink of tears, and he just snorts bitterly amused

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 5:08 PM

"Oh, so he may hate you? Does that mean that he could, theoretically, be responsible for the destruction of your house?"

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 5:08 PM

Tommy raises the axe about to take Dream’s other arm, while Sam tries to move out of the way in time

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 5:08 PM

"Sam! Get out of the way! We don´t have enough doctors to stitch you back together 🤦‍♀️"

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 5:09 PM

George getting exasperated like a child refusing to go to bed “BUT HE DIDNT BURN MY HOUSE! Tommy did, Dream helped fix it!…”

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 5:10 PM

"And are you certain that this wasn´t just one of Dream´s manipulation tactics to mess with your mind?"

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 5:10 PM

Philza buts in confused “He helped fix your house? I thought you said he hated you?”

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 5:11 PM

"Phil, please ... you know what, since it´s a very good question I´ll let it pass."

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 5:12 PM

George bites his lip watching Tommy and Sam struggle with the axe over Dream’s body

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 5:13 PM

follows his gaze, mumbles to myself "what are those idiots doing?"

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 5:15 PM

George still staring blankly “I don’t know… he did he… said so.. or maybe he didn’t doesn't matter.. he hates us” George decides on before clenching his fist and turning to Sapnap “He hates us!… doesn’t he?”

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 5:16 PM

turns to Sap "Sapnap, can you confirm this statement?"

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 5:17 PM

Axe held between them Tommy holding the handle Sam holding the blunt end, they turn to look at George as everyone goes quiet

Tears weigh in Sapnap’s eyes as he stares at Dream who’s looking hurt and hopeful and pleading “He does. Tom—Quackity said he doesn’t care about anything!”

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 5:20 PM

nods "are there any other witnesses to confirm this statement?"

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 5:21 PM

Dream laughs something broken and bitter and hysterical pulling Sam's and Tommy's attention back to him

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 5:21 PM

pinches the bridge of my nose "Sam, keep your prisoner in check please, we´re in a middle of something here"

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 5:23 PM

Tubbo looks at the scene conflicted and thinking “He did… but… he didn’t say Sapnap and George so… and he was… Tommy was…. He was…”

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 5:24 PM

"Is that a confirmation to Sapnap´s statement Tubbo? I'm afraid I need to you to express yourself more clearly"

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 5:24 PM

Sam slaps Dream in the face making Dream choke in amusement

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 5:24 PM

"Thank you Sam"

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 5:28 PM

“Tommy he—he was using Spirit’s remains to… black mail him and….” Tommy takes his venomous eyes off Dream and stares at Tubbo dumbfounded “What?” Tubbo ignores him “He was… Tommy he burned George’s house because he knew it’d piss off Dream… and … Dream was upset he was…. Well he never said he didn’t care about George he only said that he cares about the discs…”

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 5:29 PM

"Tommy, what is your version of the story?"

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 5:31 PM

Dream looks up at Tubbo absolutely dumbfounded like Tubbo has walked on water

Tommy steps on Dream’s hand yelling “WHAT NO! Tubbo, what the hell man?… look me and Ranboo” Ranboo looks up freaked out “we were just having some fun…and Dream he was being a bitch and he put walls around L'Manberg and he-he said he didn’t care about anything except my discs!”

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 5:34 PM

look at others "is that so?"

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 5:36 PM

everyone looks at Tommy then Tubbo then Tommy again “Tommy never lies, he’s always right!… but Tommy did just kinda confess to burning George’s house so…..”

Puffy frowning “But he’s a child!”

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 5:38 PM

"this is indeed a very difficult situation" thinks "however taking Tommy´s age and Dream´s well known negative influence into consideration, I came to the conclusion that Tommy is innocent and all the blame should be rightfully blamed at Dream as the SMP´s law says!"

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 5:38 PM

Ranboo looks like he’s going to throw up and in Tommy’s distraction Sam manages to get the ax

everyone kinda pauses… “No yea fair enough, seems about right”

Dream smiles sadly like he expected nothing less and yet finds it mildly entertaining….. until Tommy wrangles the axe and tries to cut off his arm-it doesn’t work but gets about half way

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 5:43 PM

"Tommy! Stop with the murder! It´s George´s time now!"

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 5:43 PM

George and Sapnap stare at each other in conflicted confused gazes before Dream screams and they turn to him again… everyone does… Sam cuts in “Shut up Dream! You’re fine.”

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 5:44 PM

"Thank you Sam turns to Dream Dream, please, don´t disturb. We´re discussing something important here"

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 5:44 PM

Tommy halfway through another swing stops “Awww but I want an arm….” he pouts “this green bitch just tried to turn everyone against me!…”

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 5:45 PM

thinks it through "does anyone here object against Tommy getting the arm?"

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 5:45 PM

Dream just stares at his mutilated shoulder involuntarily tears streaming down his face

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 5:45 PM

"Dream, please, stop making a scene

Sam, stitch him up, I don´t want him to bleed out ..."

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 5:46 PM

Everyone just stares at the gory scene quietly

Sam exasperated “That’s what I’m trying to do!… “

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 5:47 PM

"Try harder!"

"Okay everyone, unless you have another thing you want to sue Dream for I suggest we call it a day"

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 5:47 PM

“I’m out of potions! Q used too many before they got here!”

Eryn wordlessly holds out a potion to Sam

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 5:49 PM

"Thank you Eryn"

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 5:49 PM

Tommy takes the open opportunity to finish the job as Sam grabs the potion

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 5:49 PM

"Everyone, please go home. We can continue tomorrow when the guitly is in better condition"

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 5:49 PM

"Tommy!"

makes attempt to stop him

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 5:50 PM

-were too late- Dream screams, Sam drops the potion and everyone else just looks grossed out

Tommy picks up the severed arm and slings it over his shoulder, blood dripping over the sides “Ok I’m ready to go now”

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 5:51 PM

is mildly disturbed by the scene

"O-okay ... everyone please go now. The process is over"

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 5:52 PM

takes deep breath trying to process the scene

searching my stuff for a potion, just short of frantic while Dream´s bleeding out a few steps away

"Does anyone have a potion?"

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 5:53 PM

Eryn gives a whole hand full of potions to Sam not taking his eyes off Dream as he leaves

Sam rushes to Dream and tries to pour a potion down his throat but Dream just continues to cough it up with blood

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 5:55 PM

"Shit" seriously worried now, tries to help Sam "come on Dream don´t do this"

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 5:55 PM

Sam getting frantic “Damnit Tommy! does someone have a splash potion?!”

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 5:56 PM

searches my stuff again hoping that I just missed it the first time

"damn don´t stand there like idiots!"

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 5:56 PM

Dream just smiles widely up at you and Sam as he chokes

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 5:56 PM

finds the potions "Not, yet Dream"

"No way you´re fucking dying this soon"

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 5:58 PM

Hannah pulls out a potion hesitantly “Wouldn’t it… maybe we should just… let him die… I think he’s paid enough hasn’t he?… what happened to the death penalty?"

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 5:59 PM

stops in my attempts to save Dream and bits my lips hesitantly

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 5:59 PM

Dream’s wounds try to stitch back together as he looks at Hannah surprised and conflicted

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 6:00 PM

looks at Dream trying to decide. It was law ... it was my job and I liked it but ... for the first time I wondered ...

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 6:00 PM

Dream looks around at everyone for an answer… something… anything as he continues to bleed out

Dream’s pulse in your hand grows fainter as his skin gets cold

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 6:02 PM

"Fuck"

"Hannah! Give me the potion!"

I reach towards her urging to her to give me the glowing pink vial

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 6:03 PM

Hannah looks at you at everyone looking for something.. an answer? Humanity? Empathy? Murder?… getting nothing she turns to Dream who looks at her with tear filled pleading eyes

she hands you the potion

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 6:04 PM

I breathe out a sigh of relief, the yell for her to hurry dying on my tongue

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 6:04 PM

Hannah mouths an apology only Dream notices

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 6:04 PM

"Thanks"

pours the potion on Dream´s wound and watches it close

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 6:05 PM

Dream closes his eyes as it seals the wound on his shoulder-did he really want to live?

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 6:06 PM

"Dream ... I- ..." I hold down whatever I wanted to say, I saw that haunted look in his eyes, the resignation in them and my chest tightened with an unfamiliar feeling

"This is enough for today, everyone, leave. You too Sam

And tell Quackity to not come back either"

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 6:07 PM

Sam opens his mouth to argue but closes it

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 6:07 PM

glares at him, challenging him to protest

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 6:08 PM

Sam sighs leaving, leading the others to follow the blood trail Tommy’s arm left behind

Puffy is the last one to leave her eyes lingering on her duckling an ‘almost’ conflicted look in her eyes

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 6:10 PM

I breathe a sigh of relief now that they´re gone, some of the tension I didn´t even realize was there, leaves my shoulders and I turn to Dream again

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 6:10 PM

Dream stares up at you face scrunched in pain and confusion

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 6:10 PM

I don´t notice Puffy´s look as I already reach for another potion, pressing it up to Dream´s lips, with a simple order "Drink it"

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 6:11 PM

Dream obeys best he can as he watches behind you Puffy leaving

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 6:12 PM

observes the wounds all over his body close, my eyes lingers on his missing arms ... "I didn´t expect Tommy to ..."

"damn! I didn´t even really expect Ponk to ..."

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 6:13 PM

Dream laughs, it sounds terrible “You didn’t?”

“Really!?”

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 6:13 PM

"I shouldn´t be surprised right?" shrugs

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 6:14 PM

“I mean I thought you were one of the non idiots”

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 6:14 PM

laughs sadly

"Yeah ... sometimes I forget how messed up this place is ..."

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 6:15 PM

“I think…. I think we all do…”

“It’s easy to be fucking reminded it isn’t it?”

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 6:15 PM

"Yeah ... yeah it is"

laughs again, edging on hysterical fuck, "this was- the job was supposed to be easy not- not this!" gestures around

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 6:16 PM

“Ah… I mean to be fair nothings ever fucking easy.”

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 6:16 PM

"Are you .... are you okay?"

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 6:17 PM

Dream stars at you “that’s a joke right? Tell me that’s a joke.”

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 6:18 PM

"Right ... dumb question" looks around trying to distract myself from looking at him

feeling awkward and wishing to leave but at the same time finding myself unable to do so

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 6:19 PM

Dream snorts at your clear guilt

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 6:19 PM

jumps at the sound and my eyes snap back to him

I open my mouth to say something, then close it again

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 6:20 PM

He stares up at you quietly asking “Why?”

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 6:20 PM

"What?"

I blink in surprise, trying to process what he´s asking me

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 6:22 PM

Dream coughs clearing his throat before going on raspily “You know why not let me die? Why send them away when I didn’t?…. I mean were there—were there not more cases you wanted to pin on me?”

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 6:24 PM

"I ... "I trial off unsure what to say. Because he was right no? Why? Why did I do it? There was no reason to, leaving him to die or letting them continue after he didn´t would be better, it´d be justice. Or ... would it? "I don´t know" I admitted weakly

"It wasn´t ... it wasn´t right ..." then why did it feel right at the start?

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 6:25 PM

“Wasn’t it? Wasn’t it justice?”

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 6:26 PM

wasn´t it? It should be ... but looking at the blood around it didn´t feel like it

"I don´t know" the tears pushing into my eyes blurred my vision, it was a mercy, I didn´t see the fresh wounds all over Dream´s body so clearly now

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 6:28 PM

“Hmm… you don’t know….” he trails off watching you, trying to read you

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 6:28 PM

"No ... not anymore"

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 6:28 PM

“Aren’t you the judge?”

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 6:29 PM

"I ... I am. But I don´t make the rules ... there are laws ... I need to respect them" it sounded weak even to my own ears

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 6:29 PM

“Laws… right those” he says sarcastically

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 6:30 PM

"Dream ..." I try weakly, desperate to change the topic

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 6:31 PM

“You know… I get Tommy… I get all of them, but you? I mean you—I just thought maybe you’d see….”

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 6:31 PM

"I'm sorry, I'm so fucking sorry Dream-"

I felt terrible, how could I be so stupid, how could I let the server corrupt me like this?

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 6:33 PM

Dream laughs he knows it isn’t funny but lying there aching with missing arms and a hole in his heart drilled by their lingering words and looks, he can’t help but find it funny

“That’s a first…”

“I don’t… I don’t blame you you know… they just—Tommy just… the rules I think are different here aren’t they?”

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 6:35 PM

my heart breaks a little at his words ... he doesn´t blame me? How? ... unable to bear it any longer I get up and start collecting the potions scattered all around

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 6:36 PM

“You just followed everyone else… ‘Dream is the problem’… you’re right, its the law right?…”

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 6:37 PM

I stop, clenching the glowing vial with enough force to make my knuckles go white before I force myself to relax my hold. I avoid looking at him when I answer "Don´t say that ... it´s not right"

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 6:39 PM

Dream wants to ask ‘why?’ He wants to scream it, he want to know why the rules are different for him, why are his words always unheard… why does it hurt so much….

but he doesn’t

he knows the answer…

~meanwhile~ Techno and Foolish catch up to Q and Techno promptly punches him in the face

Punz watches from behind a building and laughs… Foolish notices

Punz knows he screwed up… but he’s also not sure why they are out here….

Techno, with his back turned, addresses Punz while pulling up Q from the ground where his punch put him “Hey Punz, wanna turn? He’s very punchable I assure you.”

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 6:46 PM

Quackity curses them all out while Punz considers the offer

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 6:47 PM

Punz moves out of the corner causally cool “You don’t say?”

Techno handles Q to be stand and brushes the dust off him before shoving him towards Punz “I swear but ya know don’t just take my word for it.”

“If you insist” Punz smirks

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 6:49 PM

Quackity stumbles and panic overtakes his features "Wait what-?!"

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 6:51 PM

Punz punches him and he lands in the dirt again this time his nose is bleeding… not that anyone can really tell considering all of Dream's blood

“Sure enough… You’re Right Techno, that was fun.”

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 6:51 PM

Q stares up at Punz in shock, then anger "You fucking-!"

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 6:52 PM

Foolish looks on from the side surveying stoically

Techno steps on Quackity’s hand as he tries to get up “My monetization!”

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 6:55 PM

Quackity yelps in pain and looks at Techno with a look that could kill, an insult already sitting at the top of his tongue

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 6:55 PM

Techno stares back amused

after a moment to make sure his point got across Techno removes his foot

Punz just glares as Q gets up holding his bruised hand

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 6:57 PM

Q glares at the other 3 wanting to curse, fight, curse some more- but the memory of his last encounter with Technoblade is still fresh in his mind

he thinks better of it

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 6:58 PM

still watching Q, Punz ask coolly “So… What are y’all doing it out here? Thought everyone was still at the trial…”

Foolish respond crossing his arms suspiciously “Everyone was… “

Techno cuts Foolish off “We left… it was getting…. Not family friendly so me and chat had to go… What about you? Thought you’d for sure have some cases to file with Dream, didn’t you like work with him or something?…”

Punz looks at Q at Foolish then at Techno…

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 7:02 PM

Quacktity eyes the piglin warily, trying to plan his escape

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 7:03 PM

Techno pretends not to notice… eyeing Punz like he's the only one there

Punz responds analyzing Techno’s expression… which is per usual rather unexpressive “I mean I worked for him sure, but it was about the money really and if he's being sued by everyone I hardly think I’ll get any money out of it. So I figured it was a waste of time…”

Foolish eyes him wearily still on guard but mostly accepts the answer

Techno smiles back friendly “Right right yea I had been wondering why you’d work for and then betray the Teletubby, but then again I guess everyone betrays him eventually….’

“I’ll keep a mental note to always have cash around to pay you huh.. don’t want to get betrayed and all… speaking of betrayed!” Techno lightens turning back to Q

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 7:09 PM

Q shies back involuntary, realizing that fuck this is bad

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 7:11 PM

Foolish shifts uneasily

“Quackity, what cha doing out here? See anything?…” Techno leads fishing for intel

Punz grips his sword staring at Q

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 7:15 PM

Quackity takes a step back putting his hands up

"Hey no need to get violent-"

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 7:16 PM

Foolish steps behind him blocking his exit

Techno chuckles “No one's gettin violent Quackity, we’ll just chillin here, just me and my enemy and some dudes.”

Punz staring down Q “… Yea but like things could get violent… that’s a lot of blood on you Quackity… should I add some?”

Techno buts in to Punz approaching Q “Hey Hey there. we’re all friends here no need to get nasty… no need to cut off anyone’s arm here or nothin..”

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 7:21 PM

Q forgets about Foolish and tries to step back

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 7:22 PM

They bump and Foolish contemplates his move, looking from Punz to Techno to Q waging their threat levels

“Then again I was thinking about opening another dentist practice… what cha think Punz, could be profitable? I was gonna open it with Dream but ya know you could be a good assistant too..”

Quackity flinches after bumping into Foolish “Hey look Punz if its money your after, I run a very profitable country”

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 7:24 PM

Quackity is visibly scared now

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 7:25 PM

“You know we’ve got casinos and restaurants and all kinds of money… You could join and make a ton like you know…Foolish you want to back me up here?”

Foolish eyes Q contemplating, noticing all the blood… “I don’t know Quackity maybe the dentist would be more beneficial…”

Techno smiles “Yooo pog lets go, we’re gonna be dentists chat.”

Techno pulls out his pickaxe

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 7:29 PM

Quackity begins to shake, trying desperately to find a way to get out of it

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 7:32 PM

Tommy shows up covered in blood carrying an arm over his shoulder “Hey big Q, bitch you missed all the fun… Tubbo he well fuck him” Techno sighs “My monetization Tommy!” Tommy carries on unbothered “He he defended the green bitch can you believe that?...But hey it doesn't matter I still won!”

He starts skipping along the prime path leaving a trial of its builder’s blood behind

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 7:32 PM

everyone stares at him in utter shock

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 7:33 PM

“What the fuck!” Punz lets out

Techno almost shames Punz for his cuss but stops just staring at the hand that’s bouncing back and forth behind Tommy as he skips… Foolish just stares

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 7:35 PM

Even Quackity is at loss of words because what the hell just happened?

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 7:37 PM

Punz pulls out his sword looking at Q then Tommy then the blood line leading to where Tommy just came from… presumably the owner… trying to decides who to kill

He wants to kill everyone but the more his eyes follow the path back where Tommy came he grows concerned

Punz and Techno make eye contact before both of them sprint down where Tommy just came leaving Foolish and Q stunned

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 7:40 PM

Q immediately tries to take his chance and get as far away as possible

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 7:40 PM

But Foolish is bigger and stronger and tackles Q to the ground

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 7:41 PM

Quackity tries to wiggle out from under him

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 7:42 PM

The blood makes him slippery and he manages to get free from Foolish sprinting away as fast as he can

Foolish stands there now also disgusting “Shit…”

He contemplates going after Q but he doesn’t feel like running, its not his fight anyways

He thinks about going towards where everyone else is but he almost doesn’t want to know what happened… He think’s he prefers a million of Bad’s pranks over whatever the hell this is…

So he heads home for a shower… not sure what else to do…

by the time Punz and Techno arrive they are pushing and shoving through everyone who’s leaving, noticing the shock on their faces… including a very disturbed Phil which is a rare find

Puffy bumps into Techno falling and stumbling, Techno helps her get back up he doesn’t miss the tears in her eyes… but he can’t place the emotion

Before you know it, Punz is standing with a sword pointed at your throat

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 7:49 PM

I raise my hands in surrender, one if the healing potions still held in them

"Hey, hey no need for that"

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 7:50 PM

Techno walks in to the scene taking it in “Woah there Punz… I think she was helping him”

Punz just now takes the moment to looks down at the armless man below him… his hands are shaking as he holds to sword but he doesn’t put it down “Dream?…”

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 7:51 PM

I look at him thankful, nodding to the best of my abilities with the sword at my throat

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 7:52 PM

before getting a response he turns back to you forcing the sword closer to your neck to which you back up until you hit the wall

“You!”

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 7:53 PM

I want to say something but the sword under my chin makes me think twice. I look at Techno begging him for help with just my eyes

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 7:53 PM

Techno slowly walks in and Punz looks back at him. Techno raises his hands

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 7:54 PM

A single drop of blood drips down my neck where Punz´s sword digs lightly into the sensitive skin. I barely dare to breathe

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 7:54 PM

Techno steps closer, slowly with his hands raised “Hey man calm down… no need for that. I think there has been enough violence. Lets.. lets hear the woman out we don't know what happened here.”

Punz wavers his whole body shaking with anger or something else its hard to say

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 7:56 PM

I press myself more firmly against the wall, trying to lighten the pressure of the blade on my neck

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 7:56 PM

Techno glances at you worried “Chat this isn’t workin help me out here…”

Dream coughs “Punz put down the sword… there��s no need for that.”

Punz hesitates before dropping his sword

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 7:59 PM

I take a deep breath, massaging my throat where the blade cut it

"Thank you"

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 7:59 PM

Punz turns to you and glares, but doesn’t say anything

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 8:00 PM

I bit my lip, feeling terribly small and unsure under his gaze. A part of me wants to return to tending to Dream's unhealed wounds but I feel like that´s not the best idea in the current situation

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 8:00 PM

Techno walks further in and crouches down next to Dream “Bruhhh you don’t look to good…”

Dream breathes back sarcastically “Really? I didn’t notice…”

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 8:02 PM

I feel terrible listening to them, this is my fault ...

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 8:03 PM

Punz finally turns away from you “I swear Dream if you’re about to utter the words in any form that you’re fine…”

Dream chuckles “I’m clearly not fine Punz they cut off by freaking arms!”

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 8:04 PM

I watch their exchange feeling out of place. I had no right to be here. I should leave but I wasn´t sure if I´ll be allowed to. Besides I wanted to make sure that Dream´s fine ...

Or well ... as fine as he can get

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 8:06 PM

Punz turns to you coldly “What the fuck happened here!”

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 8:07 PM

"I- I messed up" I said with tears in my eyes as the reality of what I let happened- what I caused came crashing down on me

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 8:08 PM

Punz grips his sword tighter “So it was you!”

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 8:08 PM

I felt like I couldn´t breathe as I slid down the wall not even noticing Punz´s reaction. I caused it. It was my fault- I felt nauseous

I began to tremble and press my palm against my mouth for the first time really realizing what I had done

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 8:10 PM

Dream spits up blood and responds “Technically it was Q-Quackity’s fault or was it Tommy’s and.. I don’t know I lost track… there were a lot of sharp objects to be fair…”

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 8:11 PM

I don´t even hear him as I keep spiraling deeper. I caused it, I caused it, I-

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 8:12 PM

Techno watches you but turns back to Dream as blood pools from his mouth… Techno hovers his hands over Dream wanting to help but not even sure where to start… Punz comes up beside him a potion in hand

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 8:12 PM

I hug my knees to my chest tightly, wishing it´d all just go away

A silent voice in my head berates me for the scene I'm making, I should be helping Dream not having a breakdown, stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid attention whore. I´m not the victim here so why am I crying?

I should do something - help, let Punz kill me, do it myself- anything would be fine but instead I just sat there unable to move, feeling helpless and exposed, wishing for a smaller cramped space to curl in and pretend that it´s not happening

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 8:15 PM

Dream starts coughing again, wheezing, sounding like his lungs are filling and Techno gets frantic “Your Honor, we need your help here! Teletubby is dying you can have your angsty panic attack later!”

Dream just watches Punz his eyes stone

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 8:16 PM

my head snaps up, I feel dizzy but I do my best to crawl over to them and offer the potion I still had

I try to form a coherent sentence but the words get caught up in my throat

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 8:18 PM

Techno pours the potion on his chest hoping it’ll fix it… but Dream still continues on struggling for air “It’s not working!”

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 8:18 PM

I end up only passing the potion before returning to my little ball again, hating myself for being such a wreck

My heart skips a beat in fear upon hearing him No, no, no, no, no I mumble not even realizing that I´m speaking out loud

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 8:19 PM

“Don’t die on me Teletubby! Not today… Chat will be very upset and I’ll lose so much money… please Dream...”

With you and Techno caught in frantic hysteria yall don't even notice the look Punz and Dream are sharing as if they are in their own little world

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 8:22 PM

I try to get my body to work again, I can´t be this selfish right? I can´t have a breakdown while someone is dying right next to me. I should have more potions right?

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 8:23 PM

“Punz, please tell me you have more potions man…” Techno pleads

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 8:24 PM

I dig around my pockets, certain that there were more potions somewhere, the cloud of panic and emotions I couldn´t be bothered to name at the moment clouding my mind

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 8:25 PM

Punz pulls one out slowly beside him, Techno doesn’t see it yet as Dream shakes his head looking into Punz begging with his eyes… “p—please Punz…” Dream pleads between gasps quieter than a whisper

Punz’s hand shakes holding the potion as he watches Dream suffocation on his own blood… wanting to step in but the sound of Dream’s words linger in his ears…

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 8:27 PM

I finally snap out of it at least enough to see Punz hesitating "Punz!"

He can´t, he can´t, he can´t-

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 8:28 PM

Techno turns to Punz and Punz turns to you… Punz just frowns not saying anything… Techno does though “What? Punz do you have a potion or not, man? He’s dying on us…”

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 8:29 PM

"Punz you- you can´t- you need to- he´s gonna die"

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 8:31 PM

Punz with glossy eyes looks away from you back at Dream who’s closed his eyes scrunched up in pain “I know…”

Techno feels for a pulse panicking as Dream’s uneven breathing stops

Techno looks up at you and Punz “Guys I think… he’s”

“Dead…” Punz finishes darkly

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 8:33 PM

I stop breathing for a moment, simply forgetting how

the world narrows down on the single thought, playing on loop in my head: I killed him

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 8:34 PM

you all stare at his destroyed body as he slowly dissolves

only the blood remains like a snow angel where his body was

bitterness coating his tongue Punz reasons “It’s what you wanted right?… the death penalty remember?”

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 8:37 PM

I don´t hear him, I'm too lost in my head, drowning in the feeling of guilt

other thoughts raise to surface as I eye the shattered remains of a potion bottle, close to where Dream´s body used to lay

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 8:38 PM

Techno’s hands begin to shake as Chat calls in his head for blood

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 8:38 PM

It´d be fair if I just-

I reached for one of the larger shards

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 8:40 PM

Techno grips your hand before you get one “Bruhhh… that’s not what he would want”

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 8:41 PM

I blink blankly at him. Why not? It´d be fair

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 8:42 PM

Techno stares back tightening his hold on your arm to the point of near bruising as he watches you

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 8:43 PM

I don´t mind the pain, it merely suits as the substitute to the pain I wanted to inflict on myself

I turn my head a little, looking at him through teary eyes, trying to understand why he won´t just let me do it "Why?" I manage to whisper

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 8:45 PM

Techno looks at you with what must be maybe pity maybe something else “That’s not justice ya know…”

“The Dream I know wouldn’t want that.”

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 8:46 PM

"But ..." I don´t understand it "I killed him ..."

the tears are now streaming down my face freely

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 8:47 PM

“Maybe… but its not up to you to decide.”

“You tried to help him… that has to stand for something...”

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 8:47 PM

I just shake my head, my eyes already trailed on the glass again

I tried to help ... but he died anyway. I killed him. It doesn´t matter what I did, I still killed him

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 8:49 PM

Techno whispers to Chat “a little help here… I don’t know what to do guys…. I’m not good at this ‘people’ stuff…” he turns to Punz in desperation but Punz isn't looking just pacing back and forth stuck in his head

“Dream… He stopped Punz from killin ya, remember? He wouldn't do that if he wanted you harmed or dead…”

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 8:50 PM

"... he should´ve let me die"

"I deserve it, I killed him"

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 8:53 PM

Techno shrugs “deserve is a strong word… and trust me I’ve done vengeance… but it—it never solves anything…”

“Dream’d say that’s unproductive and pointless…”

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 8:54 PM

I consider his words for a moment, still feeling detached from myself "What if I want to die?" I ask numbly

Finally, I managed to tear my eyes from the glass. Instead my gaze slids to Techno´s hand grabbing my wrist. I didn´t understand it: why try to stop me?

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 8:56 PM

“I mean…. I wouldn’t recommend that… but like I can't really stop you in the long run… but like can ya at least wait till tomorrow so I can spread out the deaths for Chat… they get very upset”

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 8:57 PM

A little hysterical laugh escaped me "Yeah ... we wouldn´t want that." I replied, my voice edging on bitter

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 8:57 PM

Punz snorts

Techno watches you before slowly releasing your wrist making sure you don’t try anything

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 8:59 PM

I consider reaching for the glass anyway. Imagine dragging it across my forearm leaving angry red lines in it´s wake. I imagine bringing it to my veins, would it hurt more if I cut those?

Eventually I decide against it, letting my hands drop into my lap as I just blankly stare ahead, getting lost in my head again. It was the only other thing I could think of

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 9:01 PM

Punz finally stops pacing “Does anyone have a flint and steel or some form of fire?”

Techno looks up at him “why planning on blowing some shit up because I’m down?”

“There’s a country just screaming to be blown to bits…” he smirks turning to you “what cha think, sounds fun right?”

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 9:03 PM

I don´t hear him, staring ahead blankly, basically dissociating at this point

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 9:04 PM

“No no no… god, not that… I mean yea it does but… anyways that's not the point. Do you have a fire source or not?” Punz replies exasperated

Techno searchers his inventory “oh yea sure thing dude, I got a… oh wait did you say fire?”

“Well dang all I got are buttons to light TNT but I don’t suppose that works for ya huh…”

Punz turns to you desperately “please tell be you have some burning something…”

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 9:08 PM

Blinks slowly trying to process what he wants from me "I ... m-maybe?"

However I make no move to look for a flint or steel, not really realizing that I should

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 9:10 PM

Punz moves over to you and shakes your shoulders frantically not meaning to be rough but it is a little jostling

Techno speaks up trying to calm Punz “Punz calm down you’re scaring her. Chill out dude.”

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 9:12 PM

my eyes snap to Techno trying to piece together the situation. It shouldn´t be as hard as it was

but I was still feeling floaty and lightheaded, vaguely I realized they wanted something from me but I struggled to remember what.

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 9:15 PM

“I can’t chill out, Techno!… Dream is… He’s dead! … and I need…. Something to burn with….please”

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 9:16 PM

Burn? ... I could burn myself ... maybe Techno wouldn´t mind that like the glass ... the thought was unexpected but not really unwelcome, I dig through my pockets for a flint and steel.

I find it in a matter of seconds

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 9:21 PM

Punz looks like he’s going to explode “Well? Did you fucking find anything?”

Techno-“Come on man… Chats innocent ears…”

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 9:24 PM

I hold up the flint and steal, crooking my head a little, is that what they want?

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 9:25 PM

Punz practically rips it out of your hands “Yes! Yes thank you”

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 9:25 PM

I jerk a little at how rough he is, I didn´t expect it and I feel confused. Why did he take it?

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 9:28 PM

Punz pulls out a book, scribbles on it, dips his fingers into Dream’s blood on the floor and wipes it on the page. He uses the flint and steel to start a fire and drops the book in… it’s dust within seconds and the fire turns green before going out…

Techno doesn’t even process what happened before Dream’s laying on the ground under him again

Dream turns to Punz smiling “Long time no see buddy!”

Punz slides to the ground and wraps Dream in an awkward hug… Dream hugs back (with his newly back arms) “It worked. It worked. Oh god I was worried”

Techno stares shocked “Bruhhhhh… you’re a necromancer too?”

Dream takes a moment to take in his surroundings, Punz still clinging to him… His eyes narrow at you and Techno “Punz…… what the hell did you do?… come one, you were supposed to wait till they left.”

Punz finally lets go with glossy eyes meets Dream’s green ones “I know I just.. I didn’t want you to have to wait long and… I…”

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 9:35 PM

I stare at them not able to really process what I'm seeing (also kinda wanting my flint and steel back)

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 9:35 PM

Punz sniffs hugging Dream again.. Dream just huffs “idiot.”

“Sorry dude..” Punz finally settles on actually pulling away from the hug this time

Techno turns to you “Did you know he had the revive book? Like bruhhh I want one.”

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 9:38 PM

I shake my head slowly, not even sure if I'm answering correctly. I'm not in the mental state to process this right now

A part of me wonders if I lost it completely and am just hallucinating at this point

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 9:40 PM

Dream moves trying to stand, swaying a bit before steadying himself… Punz just watches not getting involved even though he really wants to….Techno just sits there and tries to process

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 9:40 PM

I sit next to Tech trying to process as well

it´s not everyday I see someone raise from the dead

"D-Dream?" I breathe out eventually

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 9:43 PM

“Yes Si——…. Oh you’re still here…”

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 9:44 PM

the most intelligible answer I managed was a single nod. I was, indeed, still here

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 9:45 PM

Dream clears his throat “If it pleases the court, Your Honor, may I…. leave?…. You aren’t going to like call Sam in here…. Right?”

Punz growls going for his sword “She better not”

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 9:46 PM

I finally snap out of my shock a little "N-No! I- I won´t ..."

I didn´t even think about it. I would never ...

Not after ...

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 9:47 PM

Dream eyes you looking for lies but finds none… he’d be lying if he didn't say he was surprised…. But you tended to surprise him so it made sense

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 9:50 PM

I stand up, swaying on my feet and almost falling immediately. However I manage to support myself against a wall. It takes a moment for my head to stop spinning but eventually I look at the 3 of them with an unsure look. "I-" I have to clear my throat before continuing "I think you should go, before someone shows up ..."

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 9:51 PM

Techno looks concerned and ready to catch “and you?”

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 9:51 PM

"I-" I looked around the cell, unsure "I think I´ll stay here for a bit longer ..."

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 9:52 PM

“I mean no offense but we can handle ourselves… well besides Teletubby who looks like a walking corpse. Well I guess he is a walking corpse huh…”

Techno looks at the glass and Dream follows his look frowning….

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 9:53 PM

I nod, looking at Dream with concern "You should get him out of here"

I don´t notice where the two of them are looking, or at least I pretend not to

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 9:55 PM

Punz looks at the two of them oblivious “Guys lets go!…”

Techno and Dream stay staring at you with concern “Your honor, I believe I would like to sue Tommy over the property of my arm… so ya know I need a judge” Dream smirks pleading with his look

“You have your arm! Dude you can’t sue for that you already got one!…” Techno laughs

Dream snorts under his breath “idiot” then rebuttals “Fine fine how bout for emotional damage… or assault?...you know because he did kinda kill me to be fair…”

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 9:59 PM

"I ... I'm sorry, the proceedings are over today" I chew on my lip not liking the fact that they´re staying. Why weren´t they going already? "You ... you can- your request can be processed tomorrow?"

I tried not to think about that last part. It wasn´t Tommy who killed him, it was me

he was here now, breathing and alive ... still I couldn´t forgive myself. The glass looked even more welcoming than before and it was scary in a way. I was no longer being hysteric, I shouldn´t have those thoughts anymore

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 10:01 PM

Punz joins in “Your honor, who do I have to sue to burn Las Nevadas to the ground?”

Error-DreamWasFound �� Yesterday at 10:01 PM

"... try Quackity?"

I offered weakly not really sure at the moment

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 10:02 PM

Techno and Dream join in at the same time “so to court?”

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 10:02 PM

the law would pretty much blame it all on Dream, I wasn´t even sure if any of these cases would be possible to push through

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 10:02 PM

Dream offered his hand… Techno pushes him aside and offers his

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 10:03 PM

"I-I already said ... you need to come tomorrow ..."

I shied away from their hands, why were they doing this? They should just leave me here and go ...

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 10:04 PM

“Tomorrow… I have to let them live till tomorrow?…” Techno asks outraged

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 10:05 PM

"I mean ... you can do it without the court?" I offered. It was how most of the things on the server were dealt with anyway ...

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 10:05 PM

Dream snorts “but what about the laws…”

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 10:06 PM

"... you know how they work ... you wouldn´t win at court anyway ..." tears sprinted to my eyes again

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 10:06 PM

“Eghhh maybe….” Dream responds a calculating look in his eyes

“Bruuhhhh…”

“Chat… really wants someone dead now… and Teletubby would be the easiest but he also just came back so like… Tommy sounds good…”

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 10:06 PM

I laughed a little but it wasn´t happy laugh "So suddenly they want more death huh?"

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 10:07 PM

“Always.”

Techno sighs… “Chat always wants blood… “ he gestures to the floor “you’d think this would be enough…”

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 10:08 PM

Despite knowing better, I couldn´t help snapping back at him "That´s not what you said 10 minutes ago."

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 10:08 PM

Techno looks at you “Look they didn’t want your blood ok?… they were all crying for Dream and calling me TechnoSoft but I couldn’t deal with them crying for you too….”

Dream turns to you “Wait what?!”

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 10:10 PM

"Why would they cry for me?"

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 10:11 PM

Techno sighs his headache getting worse “They like you…”

Punz off in the corner wonders -Do they like me?

Dream laughs “Well that’s unfortunate if Chat likes you it usually means you’ll be a wanted criminal… that's ironic…”

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 10:13 PM

"What?! Why?!" I didn´t understand what I could possibly do to make them like me

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 10:14 PM

"Well ... I'm letting you go ... that will probably mark me a criminal in many people´s book"

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 10:14 PM

Techno shrugs “How should I know?… The shits liked Tommy too at one point so ya know their judge of character is questionable…”

Dream-“true”

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 10:16 PM

I nodded. That seemed about right. It was probably just a phase and Chat will grow out of it soon. Hopefully ... I really wasn´t someone they should like

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 10:16 PM

“Guess that means you gotta come with us for like protection…” Techno adds

Dream finally processing Techno’s words “Hey what the hell is wrong with you?!… Chat likes me too you idiot.”

Punz snorts, Dream glares at him and Techno chuckles

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 10:18 PM

I snicker at that but I´m still a little hesitant to go with them ... Punz would probably stab me if I went anyway ... which actually might not be the worst outcome ... I probably shouldn´t think like that

still I couldn't imagine why they´d want me to come with them. Surely not to protect me ... but maybe I should go ... I owed it to them no? If they wanted to execute me ... well ...

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 10:20 PM

“Ya know you do have a point though, Dream… considerin you were like tortured to death a minute ago… whoever Chat likes doesn’t have a good time…”

“See exactly why you have to come with us.” Dream adds

he stares at the remains of the pool of blood on the floor

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 10:21 PM

I follow his gaze, feeling the shame nag at me again, it never went away to begin with

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 10:22 PM

“Wait… are you saying this is Chat's fault?” Punz poses curiously Dream glares at him unamused

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 10:22 PM

I chuckle a little

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 10:22 PM

Techno shrugs “How should I know?”

“Look Dream is the one who looks like a god, ask him about the millions of children in my head…”

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 10:24 PM

"Millions of what? ... and they demand blood on a daily basis?" I´m slightly concerned about Chat's mental state now

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 10:26 PM

“Well they aren’t all children… even if they act as mature as them… but yea…”

“Also chat would like to say umm ‘F you they are perfectly sane thank you very much’… I wouldn’t believe them”

{The end... aka I fell asleep}

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dapperrokyuu · 2 years ago

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Its been a long time since Ive been here, and thats mostly because Im Going Through It(TM), lol. Its happened before, and itll likely happen again. 😔✌️

How long it takes/If I return is admittedly on a whim, but this post existing at all leans towards slowly vibing here again! Ive been wanting to thought dump and enjoy funny little posts again...slowly, slowly!

I should make a proper pinned post sometime, tbh, but for the sake of getting the word out there, if anyone is interested in being in touch beyond Tumblr, youre free to DM me for my Discord and Im willing to connect! If...I know you, of course, adbfndafklj- Anyways, have a lovely day, hehe! 💪✨

#dee p thoughts #sometimes you Go Through It but Im feeling better lol things are going places and thats nice haha #the last time I poofed I came back because I was possessed by al*en st*age (<- so it doesnt go into the tag lol) made lyrics and wanted to #share lol. no phenomena like that this time but I do have some I want to share at some point just wanna write down my insight them uwaghhhh

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hayatheauthor · 7 months ago

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100 Dialogue Tags You Can Use Instead of “Said”

For the writers struggling to rid themselves of the classic ‘said’. Some are repeated in different categories since they fit multiple ones (but those are counted once so it adds up to 100 new words).

1. Neutral Tags

Straightforward and unobtrusive dialogue tags:

Added, Replied, Stated, Remarked, Responded, Observed, Acknowledged, Commented, Noted, Voiced, Expressed, Shared, Answered, Mentioned, Declared.

2. Questioning Tags

Curious, interrogative dialogue tags:

Asked, Queried, Wondered, Probed, Inquired, Requested, Pondered, Demanded, Challenged, Interjected, Investigated, Countered, Snapped, Pleaded, Insisted.

3. Emotive Tags

Emotional dialogue tags:

Exclaimed, Shouted, Sobbed, Whispered, Cried, Hissed, Gasped, Laughed, Screamed, Stammered, Wailed, Murmured, Snarled, Choked, Barked.

4. Descriptive Tags

Insightful, tonal dialogue tags:

Muttered, Mumbled, Yelled, Uttered, Roared, Bellowed, Drawled, Spoke, Shrieked, Boomed, Snapped, Groaned, Rasped, Purred, Croaked.

5. Action-Oriented Tags

Movement-based dialogue tags:

Announced, Admitted, Interrupted, Joked, Suggested, Offered, Explained, Repeated, Advised, Warned, Agreed, Confirmed, Ordered, Reassured, Stated.

6. Conflict Tags

Argumentative, defiant dialogue tags:

Argued, Snapped, Retorted, Rebuked, Disputed, Objected, Contested, Barked, Protested, Countered, Growled, Scoffed, Sneered, Challenged, Huffed.

7. Agreement Tags

Understanding, compliant dialogue tags:

Agreed, Assented, Nodded, Confirmed, Replied, Conceded, Acknowledged, Accepted, Affirmed, Yielded, Supported, Echoed, Consented, Promised, Concurred.

8. Disagreement Tags

Resistant, defiant dialogue tags:

Denied, Disagreed, Refused, Argued, Contradicted, Insisted, Protested, Objected, Rejected, Declined, Countered, Challenged, Snubbed, Dismissed, Rebuked.

9. Confused Tags

Hesitant, uncertain dialogue tags:

Stammered, Hesitated, Fumbled, Babbled, Mumbled, Faltered, Stumbled, Wondered, Pondered, Stuttered, Blurted, Doubted, Confessed, Vacillated.

10. Surprise Tags

Shock-inducing dialogue tags:

Gasped, Stunned, Exclaimed, Blurted, Wondered, Staggered, Marvelled, Breathed, Recoiled, Jumped, Yelped, Shrieked, Stammered.

Note: everyone is entitled to their own opinion. No I am NOT telling people to abandon said and use these. Yes I understand that said is often good enough, but sometimes you WANT to draw attention to how the character is speaking. If you think adding an action/movement to your dialogue is 'good enough' hate to break it to you but that ruins immersion much more than a casual 'mumbled'. And for the last time: this is just a resource list, CALM DOWN. Hope that covers all the annoyingly redundant replies :)

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tinycatharsis · 5 months ago

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this was hauntingly beautiful.

indulgence

pairing ↠ serial killer!sunghoon x (f) professor!reader

genre .. warnings ↠ smut, graphic depictions of murder, graphic depictions of violence, noncon, mentions of pregnancy, sunghoon is 43 (set in 2023)

summary ↠ you're an accomplished detective in the detroit area and park sunghoon is a prolific serial killer. when your department sends you on its behalf to pull back his layers, you attempt to convince sunghoon to recount his experiences and unravel the mystery once and for all.

wc ↠ 10.3k

a/n ↠ originally posted on my blog revehae, i am not plagiarizing myself. sunghoon’s american for the plot. part 3/3 of the in my blood series. as always, feedback is appreciated!

don’t like it, don’t read.

the deepest prick of unease settled through you and you shuddered from its nipping cold.

killers were your forte, but none like this. never in your life had you ever met a killer who’d been at their craft for over a decade. they typically got sloppy after the first half, which insinuated that this sunghoon park guy, whoever he was, was far from an ameteur.

“gate twelve,” came the guard’s voice, speaking into a transmitter. he was to escort you to sunghoon’s holding room.

the gate lifted. behind it, you clocked the riveting face of detroit’s worst nightmare, hands cuffed at his back as he sat facing you. there was a sort of twisted grin on his face, not as if he was excited to have a visitor, but excited his visitor had been you.

“good luck with this guy. officers tried to get him to budge. he didn’t take the fifth, but the bastard’s damn good at talking in circles,” the guard whispered in your ear.

“duly noted,” you replied quietly, stepping further and taking the seat across from sunghoon.

the guard left you to your devices, shutting the door behind you and leaving through the passage that led to the gate. complete and total privacy was the only way sunghoon agreed to talk. your department initially refused, insisting there should at least be one or two other officers monitoring the interview, but you let him have his way.

if you wanted to get this man to talk, that was your only option.

“hello, sunghoon. i’m detective ___ from the detroit police department,” you introduced yourself coolly, cloaking your nerves with confidence. never would you show a guy like this any fear.

sunghoon hadn’t stopped grinning since he made eye contact with you. you’d seen pictures at most and he was devilishly handsome, even more so in person, but it didn’t compensate for his unsettling aura. “that’s a beautiful name, detective.”

“flattery will get you nowhere, park.”

“it’s gotten me here,” sunghoon quipped.

“yes, it has. and i suppose you already know why i’m here.”

“yes, i do,” sunghoon said, pleasant thus far. “you want me to tell you about the murders.”

you bobbed your head. “i do. you see, you’re an enigma to me, sunghoon. you turn yourself in, get fingerprinted, and all of the sudden our datsbase’s going off because your prints are connected to three other crimes over the past twenty-five years.”

sunghoon feigned surprise. “wow, it’s been that long?”

“it has,” you replied, in spite of knowing he couldn’t have not been aware. “martina mortes in 1998, sabrina lee in 2005, christine dalton in 2013, and dr. lee this year.”

sunghoon leaned back in his chair. “i’m familiar with those names.”

“you should be. you sexually assaulted and murdered these women,” you spat, none too tender. “except for martina mortes. you only strangled her. do you want to tell me why that it is?”

“what’s the weather like today? i haven’t been outside, but summer has been kind to detroit.”

ignoring him, you persisted, “let me guess. she was your first victim and that kill, unlike the others, was spontaneous. her being dead defeated the purpose of the sex act, didn’t it?”

“well, do you like your partners warm or cold, detective?” sunghoon asked, deflecting.

you were heeding the guard’s warning. it seemed this guy liked to answer questions with questions, your least favorite type of offender. “that’s why when you subsequently added the sex act to part of your crimes, you kept your victims much longer, because you like to see them suffer. until you got bored. then, you killed them and dumped their bodies like trash.”

as if he was disinterested, sunghoon glanced to the side and yawned.

the audacity on this guy was astounding. “am i boring you, park?”

sunghoon replied with total indifference, “if you think you know everything, then why are we here?”

you answered without hesitation, “because i think you’ve wanted to tell someone about what you’ve done for a long time, sunghoon. but you realize that you’re not like other people. i’m giving you the opportunity to get it all off of your chest.”

sunghoon cocked his head to the side, as if he was contemplating your offer. his face was borderline inscrutable. it was difficult, if not impossible, to decipher what he was thinking.

you restrained from heaving a breath. there was a crushing weight on your shoulders, the expectation to get this guy to crack. if you couldn’t do it, nobody would - ever. “how many victims do you have?”

“four.” sunghoon’s answer was quick, automatic. like he didn’t even have to think about it for a second.

folding your arms on the table, you shook your head. “no, i just don’t think that’s true. see, we’re pretty sure martina mortes, your high school girlfriend, was your first victim, and the college professor was your last.”

sunghoon cocked a brow. “but?”

“but there’s no way someone like you could’ve resisted your urges between four kills over the past two decades and then some.”

there was no point in denying the four victims, because you already had substantial proof. nor did sunghoon deny that martina was his first victim, because given the decomposition of the bodies, she died long before the other three. admitting that she wasn’t would be admitting that there were unfound others.

and sunghoon had no intention of implicating himself more than he already had. the only reason he turned himself in was because he didn’t want to prolong the inevitable, for whatever reason. he pulled his lips into a mock frown. “your assumptions about my self-restraint are hurtful,” he replied.

whatever, moron, you thought irritability. “i think they’re more than just assumptions.”

sunghoon teased, “then, let me know when you know something.”

you narrowed your eyes, groaning, “oh, come on. i know and you know that you can’t ignore your desires for a month, let alone over ten years. you have a compulsion. killing makes you feel powerful, it makes you feel in control, and you can’t live without the high it gives you.”

“you make me sound like an addict,” sunghoon remarked, pretending to be offended.

“it wouldn’t be so far from the truth,” you said, glancing over the file at your end of the table. “the first two kills were seven years apart. the second two kills were ten. full offense, i don’t see how you could control yourself for so long.”

“you can believe what you want, detective. i didn’t kill anyone else,” sunghoon lied, not that you ever needed to know.

of course, he couldn’t control himself. the second he took someone’s life, it became a part of him, and his purpose in this world became clear to him. for the first time in his life, he felt as if he had something that made living worthwhile.

you surrendered. it was obvious sunghoon was intelligent and he wouldn’t be easily tricked into confessing. “okay, fine. let’s talk about the victims we know of. tell me about martina mortes.”

“what is there to tell?” sunghoon asked, brow cocked. “we met in junior high. then, in eleventh grade, we got together.”

“tell me about why you killed her,” you insisted, painfully curious. “it happened in chicago, before you moved to detroit over the summer. you killed her in the heat of the moment.”

sunghoon gave the impression that he would take a minute to crack, so you were surprised when he said in response to your prodding, “we got into a wrangle, if you will.”

that much was obvious. “what kind of wrangle?”

the garage was hot and the air was stuffy, making it difficult to breathe. to say nothing of the frustration scorching sunghoon’s skin, his face tensed into an irritated glower.

there was something about women he never liked, the seemingly inherent ability to blow almost anything out of proportion, as exhibited now as his girlfriend screamed in his face. his stepmother was the same, never not coming up with a reason to fuss at him. he was always walking on eggshells around that woman.

martina was bristling. “you always fucking do this, sunghoon.”

sunghoon heaved a breath, sighing, “what - what do i always do, martina?”

“you trivialize everything i go through. you make me feel like i’m overreacting when i’m not, you just refuse to hold yourself accountable,” she spat.

“martina, we’re about to go to college, for fuck’s sake! you can’t focus on your academics and a goddamn child. i don’t get why you won’t just have an abortion and call it a day,” sunghoon roared, heating up a thousand degrees.

“god, do you listen to a word that comes out of my mouth? my parents will kill me, sunghoon. if not for being pregnant at eighteen, then for killing it.”

sunghoon sighed. “i don’t see the part where that’s my problem.”

tears blurred martina’s eyes. she came up to him, shattered by his carelessness and embraced by isolation, and bellowed, “you want to know what your problem is? your problem is that you’re an incompetent bastard with no regard for other people!”

sunghoon’s body was engulfed in flames but his shoulders were cold, and he lost control of his emotions, grabbing martina by the throat. he effortlessly lifted her with a single hand and smashed her against the closest wall none too gently, watching her eyes wince closed.

“you wanna say that again?” sunghoon asked, nothing short of belligerent.

ache spread out through the back of martina’s head, a ceaseless throbbing worse than any hungover. her feet dangled off of the ground, waving and kicking, fingers weakly prying at the ones pressing down on her windpipe. until she was completely still, legs dropping, hands going limp at her sides.

“i didn’t even realize how long i spent standing there, until she felt… empty, and i knew she was gone,” sunghoon confessed, but his tone was far from sympathetic. “she scratched me. you know, when she was trying to pry my hands off. i didn’t know until hours later.”

you shook your head, disdainful. “you killed your pregnant girlfriend?”

sunghoon groaned, “oh, please. i was eighteen. i would’ve been a terrible father.”

“i would be slightly more inclined to accept that as an excuse if it weren’t for the fact that you had a son by sabrina lee only two years later,” you said viciously.

“a lot can change in two years.”

“i’m sure it did.” your eyes flickered over the file again, but nothing would allow you to familiarize yourself with this killer more than talking to him yourself. “for example, you realized just how much you liked killing.”

if sunghoon could’ve raised his hands, he would’ve. “your words, not mine.”

you leaned over the table, unrelenting. “tell me about it, sunghoon. how did it feel when you strangled her with your bare hands? what was it like?”

sunghoon chuckled. “is that what you wanna hear?”

you nodded.

sunghoon leaned in too, getting closer to you, and whispered in your ear, “i squeezed every last breath out of her, one by one, until there was nothing left for her brain and she went slack in my arms. and when i was done, i felt elated. i felt free. it woke up this dormant sensation inside of me that i swore to never repress again, because it made me feel alive.”

your lungs started to feel shallower, like no breath could reach the bottom, and you sensed your heart come to a halt for a minute. sunghoon pulled back, grinning from ear to ear, as if he was proud of himself.

“detective, did i startle you?” sunghoon asked, tilting his head ever so slightly.

your face hardened. “why would you ever think that?”

“you’re not as good at feigning indifference as you think you are, detective. full offense,” he mimicked, mocking.

he’s just a fragile man that kills women to make him feel better about himself, because he needs to be in control. don’t give him power over you. that’s what he wants, you said to yourself, shutting any and all other thoughts. “so, you killed martina, nobody could connect her disappearance to you, and by the time they discovered her body you were already studying for college two states over.”

sunghoon ignored you, at least for a little. he was taking a liking to making you feel uneasy around him. “has anyone ever told you how gorgeous you are?” he asked out of nowhere.

“you aren’t my type. i don’t fool around with serial killers,” you replied sharply.

sunghoon didn’t seem to be offended, but you didn’t expect him to. “really now? it feels like we’re on a date right now. after all, we are getting to know each other.”

you asked, “have you always had such a distorted perception of normal human interaction?”

sunghoon shot with no hesitation, “have you always had such a sharp mouth?”

you pulled yourself together. the only way you would get anywhere with this guy was by establishing that you were the one in control. “okay, enough. this is my interview, park. you answer my questions, not vice versa.”

“that’s not any fair,” sunghoon told you, that unnerving smile still on his lips. “i don’t have to tell you anything, you know. and without me, you lose the only key to those answers you want so badly.”

“you shutting up doesn’t make much of a difference, considering you’re already dodging my questions,” you replied.

“let’s play a game,” sunghoon suggested.

you weren’t in the mood for any games, but that was sunghoon’s method of operation. “i don’t like games.”

“you’ll like this one,” sunghoon insisted, laughing. “twenty questions.”

your shoulders dropped. “am i supposed to be guessing something?”

sunghoon shook his head, something sinister about him. “no, it’s much easier than that. we take turns asking each other questions until i’ve answered ten and you’ve unanswered ten.”

you stared into his eyes, willing yourself not to break contact. he was just as relentless, silently cocking a brow at you, as if to challenge. and you weren’t an idiot. that’s exactly what it was. you asserted, “i go first, you can only ask me yes or no questions, and if i don’t like your final answer i get to press you for another.”

sunghoon slightly lifted his shoulders in a nonchalant shrug. “yes, ma’am.”

“okay,” you started. “what made you move from illinois to michigan?”

“i was kicked out of the house. didn’t have anywhere else to go. but i had a buddy here whose family took me in,” sunghoon answered frankly.

you pondered those words, wondering if his aforementioned buddy knew about his secret indulgences. or if he asked why sunghoon’s parents kicked him out of their home. it would’ve been the question scratching at your mind, itching to be answered.

sunghoon’s lips parted. “what kind of perfume are you wearing - honey lavender?”

“yes,” you said, focusing your attention on anything but the possibilities of how he could’ve known that. he’d been with so many people to the point where he just knew. “why did you get kicked out of the house?”

“my dad always thought there was something different about me, ever since i was a child. he was a nasty piece of work. he found my journal, read a couple of things i wrote, and decided there was no hope for me in the house,” sunghoon ranted.

that piqued your curiosity. “what did you write about?”

“wait your turn,” sunghoon sang. “your hair smells just as lovely as the rest of you. do you match scents all the time?”

you were mildly uncomfortable, but given the type of dude he was, you stifled it. “yes. you don’t have to be such a pervert all the time, you know?”

again, sunghoon rolled his shoulders, chirping, “you call it perverse. i call it amusing.”

you almost cursed under your breath when you realize you’d asked him a question. “wait, i didn’t mean to ask…”

sunghoon cut you off, “that’s too bad. it’s my turn again. do you like necklaces?”

“not ones made out of fingers,” you retorted. it was meant to be a joke to hide how unsettled you were, hyper aware of the necklace dangling around your neck. you could feel invisible pressure on your throat.

sunghoon snickered. “i’ll admit that was funny.”

you pressed, “what did you write about in the journal?”

“my dreams,” he admitted vaguely, though in reality, he wrote endlessly about his corrupt fantasies of abusing women. some pages were about his stepsister, and there was a few about what he’d done to martina, though not explicitly. “you have the most beautiful eyes. they’re the perfect shade.”

you were certain he had told many other girls those same words and were not flattered in the slightest. the glare you were giving him was ferocious. “i’m not sure if there’s a question in there somewhere.”

“do you think your eyes are pretty?”

“i haven’t really thought about it,” you told him, quick to change the topic. you’d encountered your fair share of stranglers and it was no secret why he was so interested in your eyes. “was your relationship with your father estranged?”

“nothing was enough for that man. i had the top grades in my class and the highest gpa, and he took my door off its hinges and seized my privacy,” sunghoon told you, words harsh, but his tone plain. “he was obsessed with being the perfect family, something that was ruined the second my mother destroyed everything, and rather than embrace me, he turned me away.”

your eyes flickered. there was something about his language that stood out to you. courtesy of the research you’d done on him beforehand, you were aware that his father was divorced then remarried his stepmother, who already had a daughter sunghoon’s age. but rather than describe his parent’s separation as a divorce, he said his mother destroyed everything.

what a hostile view towards women, you mused, repulsed. but given the nature of his crimes, it adds up. and it might’ve been the origin of his hatred.

his family was twisted. you couldn’t fathom how his father, aware of just how unwell his son was, clocked his abusive fantasies towards women, and instead of getting him the help he needed, he left him to his own devices to slaughter them as he pleased.

you blinked when sunghoon leaned, craning his face towards yours, and snapped out of your reverie when you jolted back.

“there you are,” sunghoon said, chuckling at your surprise. it was all over your face. “i’ve been talking to myself all this time. you must’ve been thinking about me.”

“no, not really. i was wondering if i forgot to feed my dog last night.” it was an obvious lie, but you would never encourage this guy to feel more important than he was.

amusement gleamed in sunghoon’s eyes. he was having a wonderful time, truth be told. had you not been so pretty, he would’ve clamped up like a crab, but you were so pleasing to the eye that he didn’t mind confessing a couple of truths. “a dog. that’s interesting. i myself have always wanted a pet - a snake. the constricting kind are my favorite.”

“you don’t say,” you droned, voice dripping with crisp irony.

your sarcasm was chucklesome to sunghoon, but his words were the truth. he remembered, all those years ago, asking his father for a pet snake. and when he refused, sunghoon, in turn, killed the family dog. he added, “they don’t just suffocate their prey. they coil around them, almost like a straitjacket, and cut off its blood supply.”

you replied, “yeah, but animals hunt to survive. you hunted because you had nothing better to do with your life.”

“in my humble opinion, we’re all animals of nature, and creatures of sin,” sunghoon told you in a whisper, as if he were telling you a secret of some kind. “anyways, it’s my turn now.”

you resisted a disgruntled exhale.

like his questions couldn’t get any more absurd and strangely perverse, sunghoon asked, “when you shower, what do you use - a washcloth or a loofah?”

“that’s not a yes or no question,” you replied with total disinterest.

“it’s hardly any less simple.”

“a washcloth,” you replied, though only because you needed to ask him your questions and resisting an answer would only waste valuable time. “why did you wait so long before killing sabrina lee?”

sunghoon smiled at the mention of his son’s mother, but the grin on his lips was distinguishable from the others. like he didn’t even realize he was smiling. “she was special. i loved her.”

“no, you didn’t. you don’t hurt people that you love.”

“maybe that’s true for you, but you’ve called me everything but a child of god and it’s clear you don’t think you and i are alike,” sunghoon said. “i don’t miss her, though, because she left a better print on this world. a world that was never made for her in the first place.”

a better print on this world. your brows furrowed, until you remembered the child they shared together. “you know what i think? i think whatever you felt for your son’s mother was the closest thing to love you’ll ever be able to pull from your ugly black heart.”

“you’re very strongly opinionated,” sunghoon responded, ever so unbothered. maybe some decades ago, it would’ve irked him to the point of breaking, but he was much more in charge of his impulses now.

you lifted your shoulders, gazing at him with the most discerning of eyes. all he could think about was how nice it would’ve been to seize you by the throat and watch the light dull from them.

to your surprise, sunghoon’s next question was not as a deviant as you assumed it would be, asking, “what made you decide you wanted to become a detective?”

“because of the people i used to know that aren’t around to tell you why,” you answered distantly, before pressing, “how was sabrina different, sunghoon?”

sunghoon perched over the table again, an uncomfortable distance close to you, made worse by his whispers. “because unlike the others, she didn’t beg me to stop - she begged me to finish. for it to be over. and when i wouldn’t, she begged me to kill her.”

the mental picture you got was cruel. your heart hurt for these women that had no idea what hit them until it was too late.

“i put these women out of their misery,” sunghoon continued.

you spat in a heartbeat, “the misery that you forced them to endure.”

sunghoon winced. “no, these women were miserable long before they met me. they were just ignorant of it. impressionability is a weakness.”

“either you have one hell of a god complex or you are working overtime to justify your sick actions.”

sunghoon merely shrugged, vicious and ominous and everything in between. there was something so dark about his spirit. you could feel it just from sitting within a couple of feet of him.

sunghoon’s memories were triggered. he was reminiscing about the times he shared with his son’s mother, how perfect she was. there were no other women like her. she was his favorite victim, someone he took his sweet time with, while the others were disposed of in a few months time.

midnight loomed, riding on the tail of dusk. sunghoon was counting down the minutes until the clock struck twelve, a self-imposed rule to gauge his willpower. the second the hour came, he bolted from the crackling sound of the cabin’s fireplace to a bedroom, anticipation like a stimulant.

the wooden floorboards creaked the closer sunghoon crept to the door. save for himself and the woman chained to the bedpost, the cabin was void of life. it belonged to the parents of a close friend who ensured it was vacant whenever sunghoon needed a place to indulge his twisted fantasies.

which was basically all of the time.

he meandered inside with a crisp bottle of water in hand, droplets condensing at its sides. sabrina laid right where he left her, just as broken, dreading her next breath. tape adhered to the flesh over her mouth, muffling her whimpers. there was nobody around for miles, the cabin was totally isolated, but it was a safety measure.

the chains were used likewise. when sunghoon was not there, the restraints kept her prisoner. sunghoon, reckless as he could be back then, was many things and stupid was not one of them. the chains stretched long enough to reach the bathroom but no further and he had his loyal friend help him test it after each victim.

“can you go further?” sunghoon called out.

heeseung’s lower limbs were shackled, ceasing his footsteps just shy of the hallway as he came to a total standstill. “not if i want my legs to follow me,” he’d retorted.

sunghoon had snickered. “good.”

had sunghoon been there, though, he would take the chains off. none of this was fair, even sunghoon didn’t believe that, but not giving them the chance to fight was too unfair. he needed not to chain them when he had the gift of his big, burly arms.

sunghoon waltzed over with a lighthearted and carefree gait, as if this was just another wednesday afternoon to him. and in some sick, despicable way, that wasn’t too far from the truth. he ripped the tape from sabrina’s lips, watching her face tense with pain.

“sunghoon,” sabrina rasped, voice croaking. he could tell from her flushed face and misty eyes that she’d been crying. “i’m thirsty.”

sunghoon cocked a brow, glancing to his hand. he had an irritating knack for playing dumb. it used to be endearing. now, with everything she knew to be true torn from her bare hands, sabrina didn’t know what to think. “what - you want this?”

sabrina nodded.

“yeah?” he popped off the top, throwing back a few gulps just before releasing a satisfied, “ah.”

sabrina’s lips trembled. “please.”

had she been anybody else, sunghoon probably would’ve dangled the water in her face just to snatch it away, but there was something about sabrina that made him gravitate towards her. in a rare moment of benevolence, sunghoon handed her the water, letting her drink.

she didn’t drink in short sips, but in giant gulps as if she’d known for some time that they’d be her last. when her thirst was satiated, she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, handing the bottle back, and whispered, “thank you.”

sunghoon set the drink aside before returning to her, unshackling her limbs. sabrina’s breath quickened the moment the chains clacked harshly against the floor and nearly stilled when he brought his hand to her flushed face, tracing her chapped lips with a calloused thumb.

his thoughts rushed with unbridled exhilaration, ablaze with suspense, but he slowed for a moment to marvel at her loveliness. sunghoon’s hand touched her hair, touch tender in ways it would never be again, because he would never again know a woman as great as her.

he brought his lips to her ear, nibbling at the shell before asking, “do you know what i want you to do?”

sabrina bobbed her head, starting to halfheartedly peel off her clothes without needing to be told. with so many days held prisoner in this hell hole, it became routine. like she’d already resigned herself to her fate and knew sunghoon getting his way was inevitable. he always got what he wanted.

to be frank, it came out of nowhere. she never saw this twisted side of him coming. all she knew was that she became suspicious of his lack of family presence and it was too late when she saw him for the monster that he was, and then she woke here.

it had to have been months ago, although sabrina couldn’t have been sure how many. everyday started to bleed into the static hopelessness of another. sometimes sunghoon wouldn’t show for days, leaving her to live antsily, dreading his unavoidable return. other times, he would spend a day or two in the cabin, fucking her into kingdom come.

as if she couldn’t be any more faultless. sunghoon smirked. “smart girl,” he purred. he would never deny her wit, given that she’d caught onto him, but her lack of strength was her only vice.

sunghoon restlessly tossed his own shirt over his naked shoulder and came to step out of his boxers. there was mischief on his plush lips. he knew something sabrina only knew from the unkind churn of her gut.

the end was more than near. it loomed over her, relentless and remorseless, and all she could like it to was dark and leaden clouds in a somber sky. even then, there was almost nothing she wouldn’t give to see the world again, but she’d long kissed that hope goodbye.

“down,” sunghoon told her, tone dark and stern.

she pliantly did as told, bare back meeting the mattress. sunghoon crept over her, hard cock twitching at the sight of her so meek. typically, he liked when they put up a fight, but sabrina knew better.

sunghoon could tell she was fighting back tears, willing herself not to cry with a stabilized breath, but her endeavors were in vain the second he started to force his way inside her. they escaped her eyes and dampened her cheeks, unable to overlook the agony of the stretch.

“shh, baby,” sunghoon crooned in her ear, the weight of his body bearing down onto hers. “what’s the matter? you used to beg me to fuck you.”

sabrina shook her head, silently pleading for a mercy she knew deep down that sunghoon wasn’t capable of. “please make it quick.”

sunghoon’s tone was almost sweet. “but baby, you told me you wanted to spend the rest of your life with me, remember?”

sunghoon knew that his words weren’t reassuring and he didn’t intend for them to be. there was a reason why he loved how she tried to hold herself together. he got to push her limits, find her breaking point. in the end, she would get her wish, and in a way, sunghoon thought that that was love.

her walls were just as tight and vice-like as they’d been all those times he’d taken her before. if sunghoon got close enough to her, let his hands wander and tease as they never not had done, sabrina would still involuntarily gush around his cock. like her body knew she was forever a slave to his touch.

just looking at her face as she wept sent shock waves of pleasure rippling through his dick and chest. sabrina didn’t cry in noisy, gasping sobs. her tears dripped from her thick lashes quietly, mouth parting in the most silent of whimpers.

and she orgasmed the same way, sunghoon remembered. back when things were normal between them, when she begged for him to fuck her, as he called it, her release was marked by a volatile shudder, but a silent cry of ecstasy.

sunghoon pushed sabrina’s lips into an upward curling with his thumb and index finger. “smile for the camera, sabrina,” he whispered.

sabrina’s brows furrowed, painfully oblivious to the camera tracking her every emote. sunghoon couldn’t not document his deeds. there was something about being able to play them over, immersing himself back in that moment over and over, even when the life itself could not be so easily brought back.

but for sunghoon, they could be. when he rewatched these videos again and again, it was like he could feel their pulses thump in their neck, resuscitating.

sunghoon’s hands were everywhere, fingertips traipsing towards sabrina’s neck where marks lingered from all the times he’d strangled her, only to slacken his grip when she was just shy of passing out. the bruises were different colors, indicative of different healing stages. sabrina tensed, startled, and wondered when it would all be over.

“sunghoon.” sabrina was overcome with defeat. her voice cracked as she asked, “sunghoon, please just cum.”

sunghoon’s face tensed with pleasure. “fuck, babe, when you say it like that…”

he stood at the brink of climax, threatening to teeter over, and there was only one thing that could knock him over quicker than anything else. it wouldn’t be anything she said, anything she did, but only a weakness sunghoon had the power to wield against himself.

“you want me to finish?”

sabrina nodded.

sunghoon chuckled darkly. “then, in that case, it’s time for you to get your wish, baby.”

he watched her shoulders slump, releasing all hope of ever knowing anything different again and accepting that this was where things ended. thinking about the feeling he remembered none too distantly, one that almost seemed to keep his blood pumping through him, in a way, sunghoon’s fingers itched.

sunghoon lifted his hands, bringing them to sabrina’s face, but before he could touch her, she exclaimed, “wait, sunghoon!”

his brow cocked.

sabrina’s lips trembled. “can you tell me what today is? please?”

“wednesday,” sunghoon replied, holding his hands around her neck, but keeping his grip slack. for now.

“wednesday,” sabrina said, pulling her lips into the faintest of smiles as tears blurred her vision. “will you tell jake that i hope he has an amazing thursday?”

“that can be arranged,” sunghoon said, grinning.

sabrina nodded, setting her mind at ease. she’d already made peace with this day some months ago. she never knew when it come, but she saw it as something bound to happen. “thank you,” she whispered.

those were her last words. because when sunghoon tightened his grip at her throat, almost like tightening a noose, he couldn’t bring himself to stop in spite of the agonized gleam in her stare. and then her stare was empty, and sunghoon had already emptied his load inside of her.

to describe the sensation he got from killing in a way that captured its essence would be impossible. it was more than feeling the life leave her. it was more than watching her eyes become soulless. it was a release, a way of relinquishing all of the vacantness he harbored, and knowing that his heart was still there.

it would always return, sometimes as soon as the next day, but for a minute, sunghoon was whole and no drug could replicate that kind of contentedness.

sunghoon did tell jake what sabrina said. he wasn’t all too sure why, maybe it was because she was his mother and jake was her son that they’d created together, and sunghoon would never have it any other way. for her to be the one to give him a child, he couldn’t imagine any other woman in her place.

it was almost unfortunate that she had to go so soon. even sunghoon thought that her demise was premature. had she not grown so suspicious of him, sunghoon could imagine making her his wife, maybe even spending the rest of his life with her.

their marriage wouldn’t have been without his secret dark life, but sabrina wouldn’t’ve been a victim. alas, loose ends needed to be tied. sunghoon couldn’t trust that she would’ve kept quiet, and even then, she was in a much more fitting place for an angel like herself.

there was much of this memory that would be abridged. never would sunghoon reveal anything about the cabin or the dear friend that helped him commit his indulgences, or even the existence of the tapes. if they found those videos, that was proof of murder with a grand total of 106 women.

the air around you was heavy and the words you’d just been fed weren’t easily take in. “what you’re just told me is really sad.”

but sunghoon didn’t look sad. whether or not he ever truly cared for sabrina would perpetually be a mystery. “maybe,” he started. “but tell me that you wouldn’t hurt the person you loved most if it was what was best for them.”

“i did. but what i had to do is different from what you were.”

sunghoon’s interest was piqued. “how come?”

“it was my responsibility to decide whether or not to take my sister off of the ventilator. there was no hope for her,” you confessed, though brushed over it quickly. “what happened to your ex-wife?”

“not that interesting of a story,” sunghoon said. “she wasn’t sabrina, i got tired of her, here we are.”

“and yet she wasn’t a one-off like martina mortes.”

“had she been a one-off, my body count would be one number higher. that was a favor,” sunghoon told you, grinning as if you actually had something to be grateful for.

you didn’t waste a second to accuse, “because you need to keep your victims to extract all the relief that you can from them, right?”

“i’m afraid it’s not your turn to ask questions,” sunghoon replied tauntingly. “what was your sister like - did she have long hair? what color were her eyes? how long were her lashes?”

sick son of a bitch, bellowed the voice in your head, though you willed yourself to remain composed. it was plain on his face that sunghoon didn’t want an answer - he wanted a reaction. and as furious as that made you, you couldn’t let him provoke you. “that’s none of your business,” you said, but there was a loophole. “but she was beloved.”

that qualified as an answer. sunghoon glanced at you in a way that made you feel see-through, as if he knew that you were threatening to come apart at the seams and didn’t buy your nonchalance for a minute.

sated, he went on to feed you bullshit about his ex-wife’s death, though there were only four people who knew what truly happened to her and one of them was dead.

sunghoon remembered that day like it happened yesterday. it was a thursday evening when he’d come home from work. christine had picked jake up from school hours ago and sunghoon wholly expected to come home to her in the kitchen.

it was dark outside. the moon was a mere sliver and the stars were duller than they typically were, almost like they had witnessed something that drained their spirits. sunghoon remembered struggling to identify his house key, trying each of them until the door clicked open.

“i’m home,” sunghoon’s voice thundered as he turned to lock the door.

there were quick footsteps from upstairs. jake, sunghoon thought, more than familiarized with the sound. but there was none of christine’s usual voice.

“dad, i’m hungry,” came jake’s voice from the stairs, coming down them one by one.

that in itself should’ve been suspicious, but instead, all sunghoon could think about was how sabrina would’ve already fed her son. “hasn’t christine made dinner by now?” sunghoon asked, irritated.

jake shook his head, though sunghoon couldn’t see. he was hanging his coat on the rack, like he always did after he locked the door. “she can’t right now.”

“why not?”

“because i think she’s dead,” jake replied, nonchalant as ever.

that was the very second that sunghoon turned around and noticed that jake was stained with blood. it was all over his face and the spots would probably never come out of his clothes, not that they would be kept.

for half a minute, sunghoon was genuinely stunned.

jake didn’t say what happened, and there was no need to. “the blood won’t come off,” was all he said, showing his father the pair of hands that he’d washed with vigor.

sunghoon heaved a breath. he should’ve seen this coming. jake took after his father and he never liked christine. to say the least, sunghoon couldn’t blame him. “where is she?”

“where they all go,” jake replied, as if it was the most normal and natural thing in the world to him.

sunghoon headed for the basement with quick footsteps, jake following behind. if somebody were to come down there, they wouldn’t suspect a thing. not only was it decorated to look like one, but it was used as a man cave. behind a soundproof wall, though, was a dungeon for his prisoners.

in this case, there was a trail of blood leading to the wall, proof that jake had somehow brought christine there after he hurt her. sunghoon entered the cell and saw her there behind the bars, coming to her side to check her pulse.

pressing his thumb to her wrist and neck, sunghoon sensed a pulse, though it was weakening. “she’s not dead,” he said, wresting his phone out of his pocket.

jake didn’t look so relieved, but he didn’t voice his dissatisfaction. “are you mad?”

sunghoon glanced down at christine. jake had used a kitchen knife, attacking her in the heat of the moment. she was butchered and blood-splattered, on the verge of slaughter, and yet sunghoon couldn’t find it in him to offer any compassion. “that you hurt her? no. that you made a mess? a little.”

now that was a relief. to jake, at least back then, his dad was the coolest guy that he knew.

there was quite the scene in front of him and sunghoon didn’t have a thing for blood. he shook his head in reproach, chastising, “i’m going to teach you the right way to get rid of a woman when you’re sick of her.”

that piqued jake’s curiosity.

sunghoon was quick to dial heeseung’s number. he had medical experience and that was what he needed right now. when the call connected, he said, “i’m in calling in a favor.”

heeseung patched her up again. at least for a few months, sunghoon still needed her breathing. they scrubbed the floors free of blood, burned jake’s bloodied clothes, and it was as if nothing ever happened.

what sunghoon had told you was only a fraction of the truth, but still enough to make you want to grimace. it bemused you how he got away with murdering his ex-wife and nobody thought to suspect her husband with a track record of disappearing partners.

“you want to know what’s really amazing?” you started, though it was more like disgusting. “how three of the women you’ve killed were your significant others, and somehow, you’ve only now been incriminated.”

sunghoon looked proud of himself. had it not been for jake, he probably would’ve never been caught. “sabrina never told anyone that we dated, or that she had a baby by me. her parents wanted her to focus on her education. if they knew she’d gotten pregnant, she would’ve been the black sheep.”

“and you took advantage of that,” you hissed.

“so what if i did?” sunghoon asked, careless. “not to mention that dozens of teenage girls in chicago were going missing at the time. they added martina to that number and called it a day. is that sad? maybe. but that’s how it works.”

“and as for your co-worker?” you asked sharply. the boldness of his crimes astounded you. “her husband grieves her. were you having an affair?”

the thought of her made sunghoon chuckle. oh, were we, he reminisced. it was a misfortune that he didn’t get the chance to have his way with her the way that he wanted. and for that reason, he couldn’t regale you in a truthful account of her death.

what happened that day, the day his co-worker died, challenged his fate and was the reason that he only now knew the imprisonment he thrusted upon others.

sunghoon knew when he spotted her that he would revel in her vulnerability. married, but she hardly wore her ring. her kind was the most naive - the kind that believed ecstasy was without costly sin. one way or another, she had to reap what she sowed.

he worked his way inside her pants, but it was hardly any work; she was on a desperate pursuit for pleasure and when sunghoon promised it to her, offering content on a silver platter, she thought less with her brain and more with the throbbing between her legs.

for months, sunghoon slept with her, which was far from typical. if she were anybody else, sunghoon would have pursued her for a couple of weeks time, then banished her to the underground prison. though considering he already had a victim down there at the time, he had some time to spare.

it was no secret that she had grown fond of sunghoon in ways she hadn’t been of her husband in a very long time, and though sunghoon found her to be special, in a way, he could not reciprocate her feelings. when sunghoon saw her, all he felt was the overwhelming urge to use her with a lick of remorse, and squeeze those panting breaths out of her.

it was a shame that he never got the opportunity. sunghoon already tested the bounds of his self-restraint when it came to her, each of their encounters consensual with her oblivious to his deepest, darkest desires. sometimes, his fingers would wander to her neck, but even that was wanted.

what was not wanted was the tyranny over her body that preceded her death. it bemused sunghoon to learn that his son, along with two of his friends that he thought of like brothers and sunghoon thought of like sons, ravaged her to the brink of being unrecognizable.

had sunghoon held control over the situation, he wouldn’t have cared what happened to her and would have even permitted them to go to town. but what happened was somehow darker. when he got a call from the professor late that day, hearing her broken sobs over the phone, he told her to meet him at his house.

that was his first mistake.

it wasn’t that she didn’t come. she made it there, hopeful to confide in sunghoon about the nightmare that tore her apart, but it was jake that opened the front door. and when she entered, there was no hope out of her coming out breathing.

jake had been a downward spiral ever since a month ago when he stumbled upon the tape of his mother. ever since he was a boy, jake watched every tape he could find of his father’s dark life, even sharing them with his friends as if they were movies and not snuff.

but this was not like those. this was his mother. and watching her suffer, listening to her final request before her untimely death, broke jake in ways which he would never recover.

jake had known since he was little that his mother was dead and his father was to blame, but his understanding of what happened to her was skewed. if he’d known eighteen years ago what he knew today, when sunghoon had his own son aid him in his mother’s demise, none of it would have ever happened.

to say nothing of the fact that what sunghoon had jake do was only a mere fraction of his mother’s suffering. jake would fetch things from the other side of the cabin he vaguely remembered visiting every now and then for three months. when he was not there, which was often, he would lie to his neighbors about her whereabouts.

even though when she died he was only a kid being taken advantage of, jake hated himself for letting it happen right under his nose. he wished he would’ve told his neighbors the truth. maybe if he had, his mother would still be alive and kicking, and he would know the only woman he ever cared for.

that was why he went after his professor that he knew his father had also been eyeing closely and having an affair with. her fate was obvious. sunghoon would entertain her for a while, somehow charm and woo his way into her pants like he did every other woman, kidnap her and keep her downstairs for three months, then kill her and identify the next victim.

but sunghoon’s liking of her was also hopelessly discernable. she was living too long. and that was a telltale sign that sunghoon took a special interest in his son’s professor, something that jake feared would rival the affection (if it existed) for his mother.

jake was not keen on having his mother replaced. the last time it happened, he snapped and maimed his stepmother. and he was not afraid of doing so again.

when jake exacted revenge, it felt like nothing he had ever done before. vengeance tasted like heaven. his professor tasted elysian. and he had never felt so good about himself, but then the high wore off, comparable to the fading release sunghoon got after strangling his victims, and familiar pain seared through him once further.

vindictiveness was a lethal venom, festering quickly upon injection. after jake got what he wanted, there was a greed to replicate that feeling, in spite of the fact that nothing would compare to that first blow. in his own way, unlike his father’s but similar nonetheless, he was pivoting towards release.

jake was on the brink of something like psychosis when he heard those knocks on his front door. and when he peered outside, spotting the professor, his recklessness got the better of him.

she was dead before she even stepped inside the house. jake yanked her inside, brought her downstairs, and forced himself onto her for a second time that day. when she wept for sunghoon, wishing he would come home, jake almost pitied her naïveté.

if jake hadn’t killed her, wrapping his hands around her throat the way that he knew his father had been yearning to, sunghoon would have.

the look on his professor’s face was pitiful. “sorry,” jake said, though he clasped his hands around her throat harder. “but i have to make a statement.”

it was not particularly a difficult thing to do, at least not to stomach, but killing her was merely just a means to an end. he didn’t get off to it like his father would’ve, jake’s interest lay inflicting psychological damage, but he did it because he knew how much it pleasured sunghoon to squeeze the life out of his victims.

and if jake couldn’t have what he wanted, then as long as he lived, neither would his dad for tearing it away.

sunghoon came home moments too late. jake left his professor in the cellar for his father to find, eyes wide and face pale.

sunghoon glanced around. he saw her car parked outside, but no sign of her. when jake came from his bedroom on the upper floor, a creeping feeling of deja vu flooded sunghoon’s chest, but he asked, “where is she?”

jake’s face was expressionless. “she’s dead,” he replied, confident. “i mean it this time.”

sunghoon shook his head. “you killed her?”

“wasn’t it you that said you were going to teach me the proper way to dispose of a woman when i’m sick of her?” jake asked, approaching his father as he crept down the stairs.

though sunghoon wasn’t pleased, he willed himself to calm down. “did you strangle her?”

“yes.”

sunghoon figured, from the lack of blood staining his house this time around. “will you tell me about it?”

that caught jake off-guard. he expected his father to be angry, to let loose. he had to have been dreaming of choking her since the day he laid eyes on her. “you sick fuck,” jake sneered.

sunghoon snickered, unbothered. that’s rich. “who do you think you got it from?”

obviously, from the face jake was making, he didn’t like that. his nonchalant attitude dissipated. “i’m not like you!”

“keep telling yourself that. maybe one day you’ll delude yourself into believing it,” sunghoon replied, hanging his coat on the rack in spite of knowing he would be leaving again soon.

“i’m not like you - i mean that.”

sunghoon, miffed, rolled his eyes and said, “come on, son. you think i don’t know you and your friends have been watching my tapes for the past decade and then some like they’re cartoons?”

“but not mom’s,” jake spat, loathing fizzing in his stare.

sunghoon froze, then spun around. “is that what this is all about?”

jake nodded, pleased his father was finally getting the picture. “i found it in your study. you hid it more carefully than the others, because she was special or you didn’t want me to find it, i don’t know.”

sunghoon heaved a breath. “you were never supposed to see that.”

“but i did,” jake replied. “and i’ve suffered every day for the past month because of that.”

sunghoon shot without hesitation, “a suffering you brought upon yourself. nobody asked you to go snooping around in my things.”

jake’s lips were twisted into the meanest snarl sunghoon had ever seen. emotion wrecked through him in its totality. “is that what’s important to you? i shouldn’t be surprised. you couldn’t even spare your own son’s mother from your heartlessness.”

sunghoon massaged his temple, summoning all of his willpower. “please,” he groaned, sensing an incoming headache. “women are weak, cheating whores. just look at your professor. maybe your mother wasn’t, but she was a liability.”

if that was supposed to console jake, it had the complete opposite effect. “are you saying she deserved it?”

“i’m saying that you’ve always been too soft,” sunghoon said, not bothering to sugarcoat his chastising. “just like your mother. even when you were a child. that’s why i had you help me, i hoped you would harden up a little.”

jake scoffed. “unbelievable.”

“your mother went quietly. she didn’t even fight it, jake. so, why are you?”

“because of that,” jake told him, vitriol in his voice. “she didn’t ask you to stop one time. she just asked you to get it over with.”

sunghoon tipped his head back. “ah, yes. she really was perfect, wasn’t she?”

that was all it took to kindle an unforgiving rage within jake and in a moment of fury, flickering through him in a flash, jake lifted his hand to smack his father.

sunghoon caught his wrist, as if this weren’t the first time this had happened and it was wholeheartedly expected. his voice lowered to a mere hiss, “i’ve never laid a hand on you. ever in your life. don’t make today be the day i start.”

jake glared, but wrested his way out of his father’s grip and backed away.

sunghoon smoothed down his shirt and headed for the kitchen, knowing jake would follow. this conversation was far from over. “now, if you excuse me, i have to clean up your mess,” he said, pulling a burner phone out of a drawer. “if you don’t mind.”

“i can clean up my own mess,” jake replied, scowling.

setting the phone on the counter, sunghoon reached for a glass. “no, you can’t. not without digging your own grave. unless you want to go to prison, pack your shit, ask one of your buddies if you can stay with them for a few days, and take the tapes with you. hide them.”

jake made a face. “what are you talking about?”

sunghoon sighed. “we can’t get away with this one, son. her car’s parked outside. there’s too many loose ends.”

“we can get rid of the car. you don’t have to go to jail!” jake shouted.

“it’s either you or me. frankly, i’m doing you a favor. you wouldn’t last two seconds behind bars,” sunghoon hissed. he grabbed another glass, sliding it across the counter, then said, “now, wine? you know, to celebrate your old man going away? i believe that’s what you want.”

jake shook his head. never in his life had he been so conflicted. his father that he’d been so bent on despising until he the day he died was voluntarily confessing to a crime he didn’t commit, just so that his son wouldn’t have to suffer in prison.

“why are you doing this?” jake asked, bristling with emotion.

sunghoon sighed. “because i love you, son. even if you don’t think so. and because your mother would be turning in her grave if she knew you were in prison.”

jake blew out a breath. then, after a moment of reluctance, he grabbed the glass on the counter and reached for the wine bottle.

sunghoon snickered. “atta boy.”

“i wonder how your son reacted when he learned you were going to prison for murder,” you said, pondering. “you live in the same house. i wonder how he didn’t know.”

sunghoon lied, “he was at a friend’s house when i killed her. doesn’t like that it was his favorite professor.”

you nodded along, buying his lies. “that is a lot to take in. i mean, imagine your dad was having an affair with your favorite science professor. then, he kills her, like how he killed your mom.”

sunghoon shrugged his shoulders. “have you never heard the phrase ‘the heart wants what it wants?’”

“i have,” you replied. “and i guess your heart wanted to stop the function of others.”

sunghoon laughed at his own expense. “oh, please. you give me too much credit. you shouldn’t make me out to be more romantic than i am.”

you shook your head in disappointment. “you make these women want you, and then you undo everything. that has to be part of the amusement to you.”

“it gets a chuckle or two out of me.”

your lips were tempted to curl into a frown for the umpteenth time that day alone. “why?”

sunghoon leaned up in his chair, exclaiming, “because it’s fun!”

you were going to say something, but he didn’t give you the chance.

sunghoon continued, “everyday, as adults, we do the same job for hours and come home. people want excitement in their lives. women get exhausted of coming home to their husbands or nobody at all.”

your stare was blank. “and your point is?”

“i didn’t just make those women want me, baby. i made them need me,” sunghoon told you smugly. “i brought a spark to their lives, and i took it away just as fast. and i do it… because i can.”

“because you could,” you corrected, confident he would never be free of this place for as long as he lived. “you’re going to be in here a very, very long time.”

sunghoon grinned. “i wouldn’t be so sure.”

you cocked your brow. “what’s that supposed to mean?”

“wouldn’t you like to know?” sunghoon teased. you hated the smugness in his tone. like he knew something that you didn’t.

the door opened, and the guard from earlier returned. “i hate to interrupt, but it’s time for the count,” he said, coming behind sunghoon to undo his cuffs.

it all happened in a blink. sunghoon’s weight was pressed flush against yours, roughly thrusting you into the table. your body screamed, agony spreading through your side, but your gun was in a lockbox outside the room.

sunghoon knew from your conversations alone that you weren’t the type to go quietly. your first instinct was to fight back. naturally, you struggled against his hold, refusing to bend to his will even as panic shot through your chest. your whole body was on guard, aiming for survival.

but to your misfortune, your might was no match for sunghoon’s. you glanced to the guard for assistance, but when he only stood there as if he was waiting for it to end, the most unsettling feeling of realization washed over you.

“don’t fight him,” the guard said, arms crossed. “you won’t win.”

sunghoon snickered when he noticed your eyes widen in shock. you hadn’t seen that coming. though you tried to resist, it was over once his slender fingers came to your throat, and you genuinely feared for your life.

you didn’t realize how good you had it just being able to breathe until you couldn’t anymore. your breaths wouldn’t come. it felt as if your bones were being crushed. your whole body was on fight mode, but it was like sunghoon had the reins, shutting down your senses one by one.

“you put up a good fight, detective,” sunghoon whispered darkly in your ear, admiring your struggle.

your lips parted, but you couldn’t speak no matter how hard you tried. your self-preservation instincts were no match against him. all you could do was meet sunghoon’s stare. the pressure on your neck was too much to handle, and in seconds, you were out.

“lights out,” sunghoon said. he released your throat, having no intention of killing you and leading you for dead, but knowing that you would likely regain consciousness in a matter of seconds, he grabbed you by the hair, smashing your head flat against the table to subdue you.

heeseung winced, but he did nothing to step in. “poor girl,” he mumbled under his breath, pitying you. “had enough?”

“for now,” sunghoon replied. “let’s go.”

heeseung gave sunghoon a uniform to wear so that he would blend in amongst the uniforms like heeseung had and when he was ready, the two of them fled before they could be deterred.

when they had successfully gotten away, heeseung asked with his hand on a steering wheel, “you know that i don’t agree with this, right?”

sunghoon snickered. it had absolutely been said. “you haven’t agreed with my lifestyle for the past twenty-five years, yet you still help me. why?”

heeseung frowned. sometimes, he asked himself the same question, but deep down inside, he knew the answer. “because we may not share blood, but we’re brothers,” heeseung replied. “and for my brother, i’ll do anything you need.”

sunghoon quipped, “like smuggle me across the border?”

“like smuggle you across the border,” heeseung said, chuckling. “when we get there, there’s gonna be this dude named sunoo. he’s gonna help you out. i’ll be in touch.”

sunghoon nodded. “i can’t thank you enough, man.”

“just lay low and stay out of trouble,” heeseung said, shaking his head.

sunghoon grinned with mischief. he was already thinking about all of the beautiful women he couldn’t wait to get his hands on. “no promises,” he answered, sighing contentedly.

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cyrilrambleswhatasurprise · 2 months ago

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oh yeah here's a vent page from a few months ago filled with aspersions from a cute little robot 🫶

[/nsrs they are very heavy]

plus a rushed drawing of ice man as a voice of my clearer mind/more positive [I'm still not done mentally healing at all, but he voices my more clear-headed revelations when I'm not in an episode]

cw for self hate, suicide mention, and also like,, self ableism..?

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cut vents:

smooth it out til it's a goddamn paste you're such a fucking worthless waste /lyr [lyrics from kys delete ur songs by kittydog/rarded]

you can't keep using your diagnosis as an excuse

you have never been anything more than a failure

when are you going to kys?

you're so lost in your childish pursuit of useless knowledge that you're blinded to the importance academic goals

ice assurance:

Cut Man you are wrong

it is unhealthy to do this. reminding yourself you are "bad" just to feel "humble"

#vent #cw vent #tw sui mentioned #tw selfhate #cutman #iceman #PAST vent technically #im ok right now #i just wanted to share bc I find it an interesting insight to my mind #and denial over genuinely being mentally disabled in some way and i actually DO deserve to speak out

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lackadaisycats · 4 months ago

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Video essay by Jellybox about what's good and bad about indie animation!

Wanted to share this in case it's helpful to anyone wanting to pursue making animation independently. It's also for fans of indie animation who may want some insight into how an indie studio works, why indie cartoons are always selling merch, why release schedules are often erratic, etc.

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I also wanted to clarify the video's context, because it seems to have been somewhat misconstrued in some circles. Not long ago, WGA and SAG strikes, followed by TAG negotiations were very much in the news, shining light on the struggles the artists, writers, and actors in the Hollywood studio system are facing. In response, the words 'just go indie' have been tossed around quite a bit lately.

Gene and Sean at Jellybox approached us a few months back explaining that they were planning to make a video about the realities of running an indie studio/producing indie animation, largely in response to that 'just go indie' attitude. They were curious if we'd be willing to share our experience, including information about actual costs and the various difficulties and complications we've encountered. We said yes! We'd like for people to know what it's like. As much as it might look appealing next to the currently very broken studio system, indie has its own set of problems, and we think it's a good idea to be transparent about that because talking about problems is how you begin to address them.

Of course, while you get creative freedom and you have no shareholders to appease with indie production, the primary struggle you're always going to face is funding…and funding avenues are limited. Banks aren't eager to hand out business loans to freelance artists making cartoons, for instance. Social media algorithms reward frequent updates you can't swing with hand-drawn animated content, so you can't rely much on things like AdSense. You can't really insert sponsored ads into your animated videos without being too obtrusive. You can take on client work, but that interferes with your ability to focus on own animated project. Crowdfunds can be great for seed money, but they're also a ton of work to fulfill, and fulfillment itself will tend to eat up a considerable amount of the funds you've raised. Once your animation is produced, there is no well established way to sell the animated episode itself like there is for, say indie games sold on Steam. So, while we consider ways to try to make the terrain a bit more hospitable to indie creations, if nothing else, let this explain why productions rely a lot on merch drops!

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And hey, if you're an animation fan, consider supporting the independent productions you enjoy, whether you're tossing a few dollars their way, buying their merch, or just mentioning them to friends:

The Far-Fetched team is launching a crowdfund very soon to help them complete their pilot!

The Monkey Wrench team is killing it lately, and they deserve so much more fanfare than they've gotten!

And of course, thank you to the excellent folks at Jellybox for starting an important conversation!

#animation #indie animation #jellybox #lackadaisy #Youtube #cartoons

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no-144444 · 7 months ago

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the grid: when the media says something insane...

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req: Hi, I'd like to request a blurb about the drivers reacting to reader being talked bad about from an interviewer. Scenario-Interviewer: "Do you think the reason you lost today's race is because 'y/n' was here and had something to do with it?"

featuring: Oscar Piastri, Lando Norris, Lewis Hamilton, George Russell, Alex Albon, Franco Colapinto, Logan Sargeant, Daniel Riccardo, Liam Lawson, Charles LeClerc, Carlos Sainz, Arthur LeClerc, Ollie Bearman, Max Verstappen, Paul Aron, Jack Doohan.

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Oscar Piastri: makes the interviewer feel dumb asf

“And how do you feel about the DNF today, knowing that it's breaking your record of competing in every lap so far this year? Is there any specific reason as to why you might’ve made that mistake? I did see some new faces in the garage today,” Danica asked.

Oscar frowned. “What are you trying to say?”

“I was just wondering if you count your partner, Y/n, as a bad luck charm now. This is her first Grand Prix, isn’t it?”

He actually laughed in her face. “Do you seriously believe in shit like that?” he chuckled. “And no, it’s not her first, nor will it be her last.”

Danica stood, embarrassed.

“Do you have any other questions?” he asked, polite as ever. She didn’t respond. “Thanks for the joke anyway, that was actually quite funny,” Oscar added as he moved onto the next interview, a bright smile on his face despite the poor race result.

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Lando Norris: insults the interviewer

“And how do you feel about the DNF today, knowing that it's cementing your loss in the Driver’s Championship? Is there any specific reason as to why you might’ve made that mistake? I did see some new faces in the garage today,” Danica asked.

He stared at her for a moment, trying to compose himself. “If you’re talking about my girlfriend, I’d suggest you just come out and say it, Danica.”

“Alright then, do you see her as a bad luck charm now? Considering this is her first race, if I’m right,” she asked outright. Jenson rolled his eyes beside her as Martin just chuckled.

“Not at all, she’s here to support me and I’d much rather have her here for a day like today than a win. It’s called a support system Danica, I’m aware of the fact that you’re not a fan of those, but some of us actually benefit from caring about other people. And another thing, all of my bad races, you’ve been there. Maybe you’re the bad luck charm,” his voice cut through the tension in the cold Las Vegas air like a knife, and Jenson and Martin just started laughing as Danica stood there dumbfounded. “Maybe I should ask Sky to not bring you around as much.”

He handed the microphone back and continued on with his day, then posted this later:

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landonorris: idc if ur bad luck ur too sexy to let go of 🥴

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Lewis Hamilton: protective much?

“It’s Y/n’s first race in years, and yet you DNF for the first time in months, do you want to give us some insight to that?” Danica asked.

Lewis’s eyebrow raised and an annoyed smile made its way onto his face. “What are you saying right now?”

“Well, it’s just strange that her first race in years, 2 to be exact, is the one you don’t finish.”

“Are you trying to insinuate that she’s bad luck or something?”

“Is that what you believe her to be?”

“Fuck no,” he scoffed. “She’s my wife, is what she is. I’m grateful that she’s here. I love to share my love of motorsport with my wife, and I don’t feel sorry for the media that she's been preoccupied with being pregnant and busy to be here for the last 2 years. I love having her come and support me, and I’m happy that I didn’t finish the fucking race, I get more time with my family now. I cannot believe you enjoy making shitty headlines like this. Danica, maybe just stick to fucking driving.”

With that, he walked away, and later made this post:

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lewishamilton: my good luck charms xx

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George Russell: flabbergasted that someone would have the audacity

“Sorry about the result today George, do you feel like external factors made it more difficult for today’s race?” Danica questioned.

“Y’know, it’s been pretty tough all year with the car but it really felt like we pulled back to the top today, and it was just a shame that Lando went wide and pushed me into the gravel,” he shrugged.

“And you don’t see your girlfriend as a bad luck charm? It is her first race, right?”

He death-stared her for a moment. “Are you fucking kidding me?”

“Well, we just wanted to know how you react to knowing that it’s her first race and it’s also the race you DNFed in.”

“I don’t have a reaction,” he scoffed. “Your headlines are going to be written anyway, it doesn’t matter what I say. I don’t see her as bad luck or whatever rubbish you’re going to paint this as, and I don’t really care what you think about it. Anyway, it’s not like you have the monopoly on perfect races, Danica.”

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Kimi Antonelli: awkward and insulted

“Sorry about the result today Kimi, do you feel like distractions made it more difficult for today’s race?” Danica questioned.

“Umm…” he trailed off, looking at George confused. George shook his head, silently telling him not to answer. “I don’t know what you mean?”

“Well there were external factors, obviously, but also your girlfriend was in the paddock for the first time this weekend, correct?”

He nodded.

“So do you see her as some sort of bad luck charm, or something?”

He pulled a face of disgust for a split second. “No, not at all. She went to every single one of my F2 races so I don’t see how she could have been bad luck here when she was not bad luck there,” he shrugged.

“So she’s not bad luck?”

He chuckled awkwardly. “N-no. Like I say, she was at every one of my F2 races. I think she is lucky, if anything.”

He walked away confused as George reassured him that they were just fishing for headlines and to ‘not give them the time of day’. He was slightly worried that you would think you were a bad luck charm and quickly found you and showed you that you weren’t.

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Alex Albon: shocked.

“Sorry about the race today Alex, do you feel like distractions made it more difficult for today’s race?” Danica questioned.

“Umm,” he kind of chuckled. “I don’t think so? I mean it was so wet so I’m not shocked that I went off.”

“But in the garage, do you think you would’ve been more focused if your girlfriend hadn’t been there?”

He just stared at her with a slightly shocked smile as she held the microphone to his face. “Did you actually just ask that?”

She didn’t answer, just nodding.

“Well, why don’t we think back to every other race she’s been at this year. Monaco, Canada, Silverstone, Austria, and Baku, which were all my best races this season, apart from maybe Canada.”

“Yes, but today she was-”

“In the garage, the same as she always is. Wow, you’ll really do anything for a headline.”

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Franco Colapinto: Sassy asf

“Sorry about the crash today, glad to see you’re ok Franco. Do you think this weekend has been a bit more difficult because of distractions or something new being in a paddock? We saw that it was your girlfriend's first GP this weekend, could she have anything to do with it?” Danica asked.

He did a double take, staring at her. “¿Qué? Is that really what you think?”

She shrugged. “It’s only a question.”

“It’s a stupid question,” he scoffed. “¿Por qué traería mala suerte? She has been at every race so far and I haven’t seen anyone complaining.” (Why would she be bad luck?)

“So she’s not bad luck?”

He laughed. “Do I have to repeat things 3 times for you to understand?”

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Logan Sargeant: angry

“Sorry about the result today Logan, do you feel like distractions made it more difficult for today’s race?” Danica questioned.

He stared at her, then pushed the mic away from him. “I’m not answering stupid fucking questions about my girlfriend.”

And he walked off. And posted this later…

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logansargeant: let's not bring my girlfriend into this, yeah?

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Daniel Riccardo: plays it off.

“Sorry about the end of the race today Danny, do you feel like distractions made it more difficult for today’s race?” Danica questioned.

He laughed, thinking she was joking. His eyes widened when he realised she wasn’t. “You think I can’t race because my girlfriend is in the back of the garage?”

“It is her first GP, correct?”

He chuckled. “No, no it’s not. She’s always there, and anyways, I’m in the car, it’s not like I have all the time in the world to stare at her ass or something,” he smiled. “I know she’s beautiful but I don’t exactly see her when I’m going to the straight at 200 kilometres an hour.”

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Liam Lawson: sassy man apocalypse

“Sorry about the end of the race today Liam, do you feel like distractions made it more difficult for today’s race?” Danica questioned.

“What do you mean?” he asked, confused about the question.

“Your girlfriend was here for the first time, could she be a bad luck charm for the team?”

“I don’t think she is but I do know that your interviews make me feel pretty fucking unlucky,” he scoffed before walking off.

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Charles LeClerc: laughs in their face

“Charles, what do you think about the people saying that Y/n is bad luck in the garage?”

He started laughing and didn’t stop for about a minute. He was as bad as Lando, to the point that Carlos had to actually walk him off the fan stage. He came back on, teary-eyed and smiling. “I think it’s quite funny.”

“Evidently,” Carlos scoffed.

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Carlos Sainz: …

“Carlos, what do you think about the people saying that Y/n is bad luck in the garage?” Danica asked.

“What people are saying that?” he asked.

“The media,” she answered.

“Well they always have bullshit to say. I’m just surprised they had the balls to go after my wife,” he scoffed. “They’ll be hearing from my lawyers.”

“That sounds extreme-”

“It’s defamation of character and she’s my wife. Nothing is extreme.”

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Arthur LeClerc: Won’t answer

“Sorry about the race today Arthur, do you think there are other factors, such as distractions, that messed up your race?”

“What a stupid question, no,” he scoffed before walking away.

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Ollie Bearman: insulted

"Sorry about your race today Ollie, do you think that your partner Y/n being here might be a bad omen?"

He stared at her. "No. Why would she be?"

"It's her first GP and you DNF, if that's not bad luck I'm not sure what is."

"That's pretty rude," he scoffed. "Don't bring my girlfriend into this."

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Max Verstappen: guys…

"Sorry about your race today Max, do you think that your partner Y/n being here might be a bad omen?"

He stared at her, his eyes dark. "Fuck off."

"Excuse me?"

"That's bullshit, don't bring my family into this. If I have a bad race, I have a bad race, that's just how it goes. She isn't bad luck, she isn't for you to make headlines about and she's not here to just be a good omen. She's my partner and she's here to support me, that's it."

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Paul Aron: laughs in their face…

"How do you feel about the result to day, do you think things could've been different if someone wasn't distracting you?"

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"We saw your race engineer giving out to you and your partner Y/n for distracting you. Do you think she might now be a bad luck charm?"

He scoffed, laughing in her face. "Bullshit, someone turned into me and I didn't have enough time to react. Your headline can be about that, keep my girlfriend out of this."

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Jack Doohan: so normal about it! (...)

“Sorry about the race today Jack, do you think there are other factors, such as distractions, that messed up your race?”

He knew what they were trying to say. “Do you want to just say what you want to say to my face?”

She was taken aback. “Do you think Y/n is a bad luck charm?”

He scoffed. “You’re seriously fishing for headlines when someone could’ve been seriously injured? That’s pathetic. And another thing, she’s not a fucking bad luck charm, she’s my partner, she’s not just a headline for you to fuck with.”

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