HELLO HELLO—
May I offer this sketch of
Roger wearing the virgin killing sweater? :DD
Holy shit
HOLY SHIT
Ahhdhdhsjsjs ROGER ALPHEUS THE MAN YOU ARE 💖💖💖💖
Myra would love to help him out of that sweater
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Tremble: A terrible hesitance
Wrote a drabble from an art post inspired by the artist @champuraddo. I fell in love with their art style, especially how handsome Daniel was. Couldn't stop thinking about it. Please check it out and give them love!
There's a twist at the end~
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With controlled shallow pants, Daniel runs into the safety of the shadows. Ironic considering many were scared of the dark. For Daniel, he finds comfort. His back makes quick contact with a random wall, near a corner, and stands still.
This was hell.
Yet again, he was hiding and killing. Something that was beginning to become an unwanted routine. Something completely opposite of who he was....he thinks. He still wasn't sure of who he was. This time, he faces against one of the worst hunter types he's ever experienced. A thrill-seeker. One who loved the chase, the danger, the probability of losing their life in a gruesome way. Thrill-seekers were astoundingly aggressive, capturing the essence of a dangerous knucklehead. Adrenaline compounds relentlessly through their body.
'Their synapses have to be exhausted by now,' Daniel thought bitterly. Although foolish, they were incredibly intimidating. They struck fear into Daniels' soul.
Hearing his excited stomps, terror takes over Daniels' body. Anxiety causes him to sweat and his throat constricts. His body feels cold, but hot. His zenith blue eyes observed the dusty ground.
"Here, kitty kitty!" activates his body to tremor. The only way to end this was to kill him. But, he just couldn't!
The faint sense of rough, sturdy hands softly clasps his jaw. The touch is familiar, which causes him to calm marginally. Still looking down he hears, "Come on, Danny. It's you or them."
Daniel wishes to comment on how Leo says that all the time but doesn't. Can't. Instead, he brings his soft and shaking hands to Leo's wrist. He squeezes. The feeling of frustrated tiredness fills his heart. Eyebrow scrunched, he quietly declares his hesitance.
"I- I can't do this anymore, Leo. I can't.. I can't..I can't." He continuously chants, each whisper more painful than the last.
With hard eyes, Leo stares at Daniel. This breakdown was ill-timed. Daniels' (and Leos) life was on the line. When Daniel became like this, Leo had no idea what to say or do. Being too harsh on him doesn't work. Yet, being a comfort doesn't seem right either. So, Leo opts for the most neutral response he can muster.
"Well, what do you want me to do about it? Hold your hand while you kill them?"
Daniel finally looks up, hopeful that Leo would do just that. Tears flowing down his face, his eyes gleamed at Leo's suggestion.
'This guy really took me seriously. He really must be scared shitless,' Leo thought.
With exasperation, Leo stated," I'm joking Daniel."
Daniel hangs his head in disappointment as he continues to cry.
'So dramatic........this dumbass!'
Before Leo gave in and took control, a resounding boom forces them to duck further into the corner.
A cloud of debris hovers through the air as the image of the burly hunter cleared through. His stubby muscular legs contorted painfully over the recess of the broken wall. Blood splatter glosses the debris, the floor, and the wall.
What the-
Before the duo could investigate, the image of snow white hair floats in their vision. As more of the air clears, they could make out a short figure standing over the corpse.
Who was this person?
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