#angst/horror prompt

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

“You’re scared…. and broken…” With, literally any of the Glamrocks after Ruin(preferably Eclipse and Monty)-

"N-NO!! STOP IT!! BAD GATOR!! BAD GATOR!!!!"

Hearing the terrified shrieks of a certain daycare animatronic, you were quick to rush into the garage, stumbling upon a rather frightening scene:

Eclipse, who reverted back to Sun, was on the floor as Monty's teeth were latched onto his leg, violently tugging on it in an attempt to shred what little remained of the tattered striped material. The gator snarled all the while, shaking his head around while the former kicked and screamed.

It didn't take long for you to figure out how to separate the two, grabbing a metal pipe and tapping it loudly against the wall to get Monty's attention on you for a second.

"Montgomery Gator. Let him go NOW!!"

Upon hearing his name, he let go of Sun and stared at you, shrinking away as you approached. With a huff, you tossed the pipe towards the furthest part of the area. "Go fetch."

As he crawled away, that gave you a chance to examine Sun for any serious damage. You kneeled down, frowning as the traumatized animatronic was whimpering at the current state of his other leg--arguably the only "good" leg he had remaining.

'Jesus..I can't leave these two alone for even a second..'

"Are you okay?" You asked worriedly. "Is your leg still functional?"

"Yes, but alas....p-pretty patterns are all ruined now..." He bemoaned. "No stars..no stripes...all gone. No more..."

"Sun, I promise I'll get this sewn up for you. But listen...I warned you not to go anywhere near Monty." You set a gentle hand on his knee. "Why did you go near him?"

"I....we just wanted to say hi! I-I didn't think he'd hurt me! He used to be so nice! S-Sure I might have called his music too loud, but he didn't seem offended by it!!"

"What he did to you wasn't anything personal." You shook your head, sighing. "He's not himself. He's gone...completely feral now. Do you know what that means?"

He was still for a moment, before shaking his head.

"It means he's not gonna know who you are. You all have been stuck there for so long that...he's acting on animal instincts now. He barely even knows me anymore."

"..so..you mean....he thinks he's actually a gator?"

"Exactly." You nodded. "And until I can figure out how to restore his original personality, we'll have to treat him as such."

Sun remained silent, his gaze wandering back to Monty. He was gnawing on the pipe. It wasn't much, but it stopped him chewing on anything else in the garage, such as the important Fazbear Ent. equipment you stole from the plex.

It's not like anybody was going to use it anyways.

"It's not fair to him...o-or me. Why did this have to happen to us?"

"..I don't know. I wish I knew why, Sun." All you could do was shake your head, feeling sad that you couldn't simply repair them both like nothing even happened.

Like they weren't left to rot in that mall for years.

Your exploration of it was still fresh in your mind.

While you couldn't track down Chica, Roxy, or Freddy...you were able to at least find Eclipse and Monty, convincing them to come home with you as it was a lot safer.

Eclipse was more than willing despite being worried about when the children will return to the daycare, whereas Monty just started following you randomly, always being at your heels like a protective guard dog.

He was your favorite out of the Glamrocks, so maybe part of him remembers that--hence he never attacked you.

Unfortunately you had no idea how he would behave around Eclipse, considering you just rebooted him after Sun and Moon were fighting for control nonstop. The two were in obvious pain with the lights being broken in the daycare, so you were lucky to have a fazwrench on you at the time.

But the strangest thing during your time working for the pizzaplex was that you never knew Eclipse even existed as a character. The company never talked about him, and not a single advertisement (old or new) mentioned him anywhere.

There was only ever Sun and Moon.

Regardless, you were glad to officially meet him and see his balanced personality--with Moon's calmness and Sun's optimism

Unfortunately Monty had some fit of aggression when he tried talking to him, sending him into a panic so bad that it made him switch back into Sun. Now you weren't sure how to bring Eclipse back to the forefront without doing another reboot...as that apparently caused Moon great pain.

The gator, as feral as he was, seemed guilty for what he did as he stayed huddled in the nearest corner of your garage. You could clearly see that he didn't mean to attack Eclipse; he just couldn't control himself.

"[Y/n]...a-are we monsters? Is that why nobody comes to see us anymore?"

Those heartbreaking questions almost made tears spring to your eyes, before you turned back to Sun, taking his hands into yours. "No. Neither of you are monsters. You're scared...and broken. But I'll try my hardest to put you back together. You, too, Monty."

"Grrahhh..?" He perked up at his name, dropping the pipe and crawling over to you when you beckoned him closer.

At first the attendant was panic-striken, almost hyperventilating even. But then he saw him abruptly stop beside you and was confused for a moment.

You smiled sadly and patted Monty's head, feeling what little remained of his red hair. "It's amazing that your mohawk is still attached to you, pal."

He chuckled at that, before looking to Sun and huffing. Although he couldn't speak anymore, the guilt was clear in his body language, something that was quickly understood by the solar animatronic.

"Awh, it's okay, buddy. We can still be friends!" He giggled, mimicking your gesture and patting Monty's head, albeit with great caution.

Fortunately, he didn't bite his hand off this time.

All you could do was continue smiling, being a watchful observer of your two (technically four) favorite characters who you were relieved to have rescued.

'Looks like there's hope for them yet.'

[hufflefluff-stuff]

102 is quite a line 👀

Maybe an Ominis line 👀

tho I'm lost on a scenario, you got free reign on that!

Ooooo yes!! This reminds me of some angsty audio I heard on tiktok with Ominis saying "it's rotten work [about himself]" and MC replying "not to me" so that's the vibe we're going for.

MAJOR spoilers for endgame stuff ahead!

102) "I am damaged."

[Request more Angst/Horror prompts here!]

........

"I am damaged..."

That's the first thing you heard Ominis mutter to himself when he thought he was all alone in the Undercroft.

He hadn't realized you were there as well, quietly studying your books and trying to feel like a normal student for once.

Ever since you attended Hogwarts as a late bloomer, things were anything but normal from the get-go.

After saving the school (and more or less the entire wizarding world) from certain doom at the hands of Ranrok and Rookwood, you hoped to end this year on the best note possible. It was hard given all of the friends you've lost along the way, but a lot of good came out of it, too.

Ominis was one such example. Despite the rocky start you both had when he caught you sneaking out of the Undercroft that fateful day, you managed to make amends and grow closer together.

You never thought that same snobby blind boy who threatened to report you to the headmaster would be the one to confess his feelings for you.

It was in the days following you winning the house cup for [House], and when you finally had a moment alone to talk to him, he finally made his move. His way of courting you was so sweet and eloquent--fitting for the Slytherin from such a privileged class.

Of course other students had eyes for you, too, but Ominis loved you for who you are and not for your ancient magic and reputation as a "hero". Going on different adventures with you and Sebastian made him realize what kind of person you truly were:

An unreliable "acquaintance" of his best friend who reeked of distrust in the beginning, turned to a kind person who was always by his side through thick and thin in the end.

Now that you two have officially become a couple, you managed to coax him into accompanying you on more excursions both inside and outside of the castle.

Although he couldn't see the beauty of the world and all its magical creatures, you described it to him how ever you could--whether it's a Thestral resting underneath the ribcage of some enormous beast's skeleton, or the charred corpse of a spider you've just slain with Incendio. He loved how you spoke of them regardless of the scenario.

On top of that, you've taken up to helping more people in the local hamlets and villages, with Ominis reassuring them that he's not some cruel and mean Slytherin from the Gaunt family, and that he genuinely cared for their concerns.

However...your latest mission ultimately had taken a turn for the worst, and you had some serious regrets on taking your boyfriend along for the ride.

It seemed to be just like any other poacher camp you've shutdown. But the locals informed you that this one in particular was in charge of trafficking beast skins...or selling beasts to butchers.

You urged Ominis to discreetly free the creatures from their cages, taking out the nearby guards with Petrificus Totalus, while you ambushed the poachers on the other side of the camping grounds. But you both failed to realize that some of Rookwood's goons were among their midst, seeking to avenge him and make it very clear that you'll never be safe again.

He had every intention to murder you; you were just protecting yourself against his Killing Curse, though of course his gang wouldn't understand that. They just saw you and began throwing whatever spell they had at their disposal.

You took most of them down with ease, while Ominis finished freeing the last purple toad and rushed to assist you in the fight.

But then he stopped upon hearing three distinct things that would forever haunt him: A dark wizard shouting "Crucio", the sparks of electricity crackling in the air...

And your brief, yet painful, screams.

Despite his wand detecting only you and the one ashwinder casting the curse, he was frozen on the spot, unable to bring himself to move forward and save you. It was like somebody had casted Petrificus Totalus on him.

He could have taken them out right away, but...he was terrified.

Suddenly he felt like he was back in the Slytherin Scriptorium, where Sebastian had to cast the same curse on you in order to proceed forward--something Ominis had tried in vain to protest against.

He knew he wasn't there, it was all in his mind, yet all he could think about were your screams.

Then he thought about the screams of those innocent muggles he watched his family torture...before he remembered his own screams after they tortured him for refusing to use the curse, not giving up until he finally relented.

The rest of that moment was a blur, but at some point you managed to yank out a Mandrake from your bag and stun the ashwinder long enough to use Expelliarmus and lacerate their legs with Diffindo.

While that shrieking plant made Ominis briefly deaf, too, it snapped him out of his trance, bringing him back to reality as you rushed over to him. You fled the campsite together on Highwing's back, drinking some wiggenweld on your way back to the castle, not speaking until you were safely on schoolgrounds.

That all happened yesterday...and he was still quite distressed. He didn't seem comfortable talking about those events too much, and you couldn't blame him. So you left it be, apologizing for the stress you caused, and tried making it up to him with a trip into Hogsmede.

However, this morning you didn't find him in the Great Hall or anywhere in the Slytherin Section. Not even Sebastian knew of his whereabouts, assuming you "lost" him; fortunately there weren't many places that your boyfriend frequented.

The Undercroft was your next best guess.

Yet it was empty when you arrived, much to your annoyance.

You figured Ominis will eventually turn up here, so you transfigured a sofa out of some pile of armor and decided to catch up on your studies. But obviously it was hard to focus on the texts when all you could think about was him..

At some point he finally arrived, and you nearly jumped up to ask where the hell he's been...until he started mumbling rather concerning things to himself, apparently unaware of your presence.

Then you noticed he didn't have his wand in-hand, feeling the walls and eventually sitting down on the floor, leaning against one and curling up. He certainly knew the Undercroft's layout well enough to not need it constantly, but his behavior was still extremely concerning.

Especially his remark about being "damaged", which had you gravely worried about his physical well-being.

"Ominis, what do you mean by "damaged"? Are you hurt?"

"MC..?! Oh, Merlin..d-didn't realize you were here." Although startled at first, he quickly calmed down upon hearing your voice and approaching footsteps. "I'm alright. I was just...th-thinking up some poetry. You know, Thakkar has been giving me some really good advice-"

"Wow, you're a worse liar than I ever was," you chuckled lightly, kneeling down in front of him. "You know he's away on a family trip, right?"

"......."

"....Ominis?"

His silence worried you greatly, especially as he suddenly hid his face in his arms, now unwilling to look at you for some reason.

"If you wanna hide from me, love, Disillusionment is more-"

"D-Do...I even deserve to be called that anymore?" He mumbled in a trembling voice that made your stomach sink.

"....huh? Of course you do." Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "What's going on? You can be honest with me. If...I did something to upset you recently, I'm sorry-"

"No. You...d-don't have to be sorry about anything. It's me who should be the sorry one."

"Darling, what do you mean-?"

"Stop. Please. I-I think the proper term is "bloody stinking coward". I could have stopped that ashwinder f-from using the Cruciatus Curse...he was right there and I could have done something! But I didn't!" Ominis began to ramble, unable to stop his voice from shaking and rising in volume. "I-I stood there like a bumbling half-witted mooncalf wh-while he tortured you!"

You frowned slightly, gently setting your hands on his arms as you finally understood why he was so distraught. "Ominis, you were occupied in freeing all those beasts. You can't be in two places at once, and I'm not angry at you for that. And besides, the curse didn't hurt me badly this time. I know it scares you, but...."

However you trailed off as he lifted his head, and your heart cracked in two upon seeing the tears streaking down his face like rivers of salt water.

Only now did you realize what he meant by feeling "damaged"---and it wasn't in the physical sense. But the emotional.

"That's exactly my problem...I was too scared to do anything." He shuddered. "Wh-Who just stands by and...and lets their fears of the past consume them?! And nearly gets the love of their life killed because of it?!! That's something only a broken person does, MC...someone who's far too damaged t-to stand up for-"

"Don't say that. Nothing about you is "broken" or "damaged"." You pulled him into your arms, feeling him fall completely limp against you. "You are the furthest thing from either of those."

For a few moments, he was silent as he absorbed your words. But when he tried to respond, all that came from his lips was something between a gasp and a loud sob. He choked out an apology for losing his composure so quickly, though you just hushed him.

"Shhhh, it's okay." You held him tighter than ever, keeping one hand on the back of his head. ''Just let it all out. I'm not going anywhere, my love. And I mean that..I still love you."

With trembling hands, Ominis grasped onto your cloak, tears soaking into your shoulder as he allowed all of his emotions to spill. His sobs echoed freely in the Undercroft, not caring about anything anymore; not even if Sebastian were to walk in right now.

After all that's happened this year, it was just too much for him to keep locked inside: he lost his oldest friend to the Dark Arts, Anne was likely never going to reach out to him again....all that he really had left was you.

Yet he felt like none of his experiences made him any stronger, unlike you--who also lost so much and, at the same time, gained great powers that allowed you to protect those dearest to you.

But who would be there to protect you?

That's where Ominis came into the picture, wanting to fight for you after everything you've done to save Hogwarts. His worst fear was losing you forever anytime you went off on a dangerous mission. So he actually insisted on going out with you more often to put his mind at ease..plus he wanted to be sure you're not doing something too reckless.

But if he was only going to freeze up every time some dark wizard merely spoke the incantation of a certain Unforgivable....then how could he ever hope to save you when you needed him most?

He felt pathetic and useless, essentially forcing you to figure out how to escape that situation yourself while he stood there like some idiot.

What if you didn't conveniently have a Mandrake tucked in your bag? What if you had been in too much pain to grab it?

What then?

At that point, he felt like he was too broken to be with someone as strong as you. This relationship was done for, he believed, and sooner or later you'd grow tired of his cowardice and resent him for not stepping in.

He thought you were going to break it off for sure now that you see how "difficult" he was being.

But that was far from the truth. You didn't shun him or demand an explanation for why he acted the way he did. Instead you let him cry in your arms--something that no one in his life offered when he was at his lowest--staying here in this safe haven together and reaffirming your love for him.

He didn't know whether to feel grateful or selfish.

"I-I tried, MC..I..I really tried to help you." He wept, his face now buried in your neck. "But I guess I'm...just doomed to hurt everyone around me. That's all I'm good at."

"You're not doomed to live that way, Ominis. You haven't hurt me at all, and I know damn well you'd never hurt anybody on purpose."

"Really? T-Tell that to my family...we were monsters who tortured and killed muggles for fun-"

"They did that for fun, not you. You're not a monster like them. I know this because you refused to follow in their footsteps. And by Merlin, I'm glad you were a stubborn child..even after all they put you through." You softly spoke, kissing his head as you felt his arms tighten their hold around you. "All I see now is someone who's even stronger than them, with a good heart that would've won him a spot in Gryffindor for sure."

"....w-with Prewett, Weasley, and all those twits? I don't think so.." He chuckled lightly, sniffling as he rested his head on your shoulder and fell quiet. He felt a lot calmer than before, sighing tiredly. "..I'm sorry. I-It was never my intention to burden you with this, love. You already deal with so much. I just wish I...could've been just a bit stronger for you."

"Don't worry about me, okay?" You smiled. Even though he couldn't see it, you hoped he'd at least imagine it. "I saw how sneaky you were around those poachers. You petrified them before they even knew what hit 'em."

"Of course. I had to do something, right?" He huffed, although he smiled a little bit.

"You did great, darling. If the beasts could talk, I'd say they'd be thanking you over and over. You saved their lives. They probably think you as their hero."

"I thought it was that Hufflepuff girl's job to be the "hero of beasts"...but I don't mind that title, too."

A calming silence fell over you two, save for Ominis' light sniffles. But eventually he was the first to let go, his hands reaching for the sides of your face moments later, wanting to ensure you weren't injured at all.

You helped guide him there, your skin growing warm at his touch. He felt around for any recent scarring or bruising across your flesh, being grateful that he found nothing of the sort.

Meanwhile, you kept smiling as you observed his own face. Although he looked like a complete mess after all that crying, he still managed to appear quite handsome in your eyes.

You knew he desperately needed that outlet, and you were happy he finally confided in you.

At the end of the day, you'll love him no matter what.

[hughmanbean]

Lady Danielle Gotham, nee Phantom

Danny is the Reluctant King Phantom, Essence of Duality, Bringer of Balance, Protector of the Innocent, Victorious Over Plant and Weather Alike, etc. etc.

Dan(te) is the Prince, Cautioning Message, Promonition of Destruction, Wrathful Truth, Experienced Overlord and Conquest, Obsessions Deprived Newly Reborn, etc. etc.

Dani(elle/Ellie) is the Wandering Princess, Widespread Sights, Mirror Turned Painting, and now, most recently, Lady Gotham.

Let's explain.

Ellie has wandered much of their home dimension by now, and even with the Infinite Realms, wants to see an alternate Earth. Clockwork, the doting Grandpa he is, agrees, opening a portal. He says that she can do anything she wants, as long as she doesn't outright obliterate that version. The rest of them see her off, and in she goes.

The first thing she sees is a grave. Though she can't read it, as a woman in black could've been white, so long ago stands in front of it. The woman turns around, and she is

beautiful, shattered, solemn, joyful, mourning, celebrating, ominous, comforting, barely a newly minted town, an old weathered city, and

Tired. So tired. So much has happened, good and bad. She wants to watch her knights grow, to see them flourish. But even a sentient city cannot stay. Too much has changed from before. Too many magics. She has decks of curses, played or kept in her hand, but it is too much. She must reform.

Ellie is approached, and they talk. She's exploring, and this place seems really nice. A bit morbid, perhaps, but nice. Lady Gotham sees potential.

Over a few months they talk, and Lady Gotham gives not only the title, but the very essence of her beloved city to Ellie. She may not reform, and be dispersed. Or she will. But she wants someone to look after it. And Ellie can do that. She's seen so many people and places, understands how complicated it can be, and has a good relationship to the Reluctant King.

Ellie accepts. She's sad to see Lady Gotham go, but knows that nothing can forever. So she decides to check up on Lady Gotham's (who she now is) knights. And those two guys in the sewers. And the other with the bar and birds. And that woman in the catsuit and the assassin one too. All of them, actually. Invisibly, of course. Wouldn't want to do anything stupid.

She also got a cool new outfit! (Created by the essence of Gotham and herself, not that she knows that.) It feels so natural to have it on as she watches. The people she's watching, on the other hand, can feel it. The city's gaze.

Ellie has opinions. I mean, look at Mister Riding Hood! Dirtiest 'plasm she's seen! And the Bat! So many kids! Sewer dudes are actually pretty cool. Fun to hang out with. She's taken to using TVs supplied by Technus and Tucker that she's fed some ecto-essence into to let her watch them. And she's also had small picnics with some of the spirits residing there.

One day, as she's "birdwatching", or just going about her business, they see her. She doesn't notice.

[abhainnwhump]

A nonhuman Whumpee with horns getting tied down in a room where Whumper has a massive collection of horns and antlers on their walls, all taken from the Whumpees who failed to please them.

(Bonus if they recognize one of the horn sets as it belonged to someone they loved-)

[stealingyourbones]

Short DP X DC Prompts #98

Danny is stuck in timey shenanigans in the Ghost Zone where he is gone for so long he kinda sorta forgot how to be human.

Batman observes this boy who moved as if he was trying to imitate human anatomy the best he could but his limbs moved just a tad too much out of socket and his movements were jerky and unnatural.

The boy was evidently scared. He may be a threat and lash out but be still is a frightened child.

Danny watches as the man of darkness and shadow slowly crouches down and very gently offers his hand out to Danny. His entire body language is carefully crafted and displays “calm. trust. compassion.”. The man slowly and calmly says words to him in a deep baritone but Danny has long forgotten English.

Danny very slowly uncurls himself from the too long limbed ball he wrapped himself in and very slowly grabbed the masked man’s hand.

Batman froze as the ghost boy touched his hand. the sensation of plain wrongness flooded him and the strange boy’s eyes started to glow even brighter. He could hear the other League members cry out and ask him if he’s alright as he suddenly is bombarded with a wave of emotions and memories.

Batman barley manages to stop himself from stumbling back from the intense wave of fear and confusion and hope from this boy. He promises himself that he will do anything In his power to keep this kid safe.

[meowmeowmeowmeow4x]

Dark Blue Moon and the Suffering Sun

Contento warning: violencia and blood and mild cannibalismo

Distant search horns shook Danny's ear fins, but he kept his eyes on the sun over the horizon, where mountain peeks emerged. He had to move quickly. Danny thrust forth with all his fins and gripped the still, small body in his arms. Stupid rich kids and their stupid ignorance about Amity Island. Danny cut through the water, and didn't bother to slow down upon reaching the shore. Crashing and tumbling through the sand, Danny recovered in seconds, and sat up in his arms. The kid's shirt gave way to Danny's claws, and he pressed his palms upon the kid's chest, and pumped like his life depended on it.

This innocent kid's life did.

He, Sam and Tucker had trained for hours on mannequins and real people out in the field, but who knows how long Damian had been underwater, how long he had been calling for help. Salty seawater gurgled out of the kid's mouth, but no more movement was to be found. Danny pressed his lips upon Damian's and exhaled. He pressed down on Damian's chest with just enough strength to avoid cracking every rib. Kiss of life. Press. Press. Kiss of life.

Most people would've been woken up by now. The crashing waves and wind over the lifeless body roared like a death toll. Six months as Phantom, dozens of attacks, and Danny was able to save everyone, everyone. He had to.

His arms, trained and honed from hundreds of hours in the water, burned as if stabbed by hot knives. His body was beginning to dry off, pearlescent white scales fading into pink skin. Glasslike flesh filling and hiding away internal organs and bones. Fins receding into bone. Tail snapping into and bones resetting. A human teenage boy kneeled over a child, tears rolling down his eyes. Why wasn't it working?

A rib cracked thunderous, and Danny hesitated for a brief second, but Damian stirred not. Danny continued. He could barely see his own arms, couldn't tell if the rhythm was even right. Despite arms growing wearier and wearier, strained and more strained. How could he ever look anyone in the face again, knowing Damian was right here, right now, and yet-

crack, another rib broke. He had to keep going. So many people were counting on him, even if they didn't know it. From Sam's parent's gossip, this kid apparently had a dozen and a half siblings, and a father who'd already lost his own parents.

Danny collapsed on the sand, naked and shivering. His fingertips felt numb. His toes felt numb. His body felt numb and his heart felt like it was harpooned and his brain was erratically screaming into the walls of his skull. There was no denying, no more.

Even if- Even if he could magically restart Damian's heart, and get his lungs pumping again, there was no human on earth who would not suffer irrevocable brain damage. The kid would be a vegetable for his entire life.

Not like it matters.

Danny wrenched a sob. He grabbed a handful of sand and throw it into the ocean. He slammed his fit into a rock and didn't even care when it came back bloody.

How could he return to Amity now? And tell Bruce Wayne to his face what he let happen.

Danny fell to the sand, numb again. It was his death, his drowning. He vowed it would be the last one, the last in Amity, and now...

And now...

Danny shot up. He leaned over Damian's corpse. Lightning fired off in his mind, and new anxiety gripped him, but above all, hope.

"I'm sorry." He said.

Danny dipped his hand into a tide pool, letting scales and webbing over take it. He opened his claws, and and sank them into damian's arm. Blood seeped out and coated the white scales. Twisting the claws he carved out a chunk of human flesh, and brought it to his mouth. Danny swallowed it in one gulp.

Next, he brought the claws to his own shoulders. In as swift a motion and much shriller a pained scream, strings of fresh siren meat were produced.

"Please forgive me." Danny prayed, to whatever unfeeling god was listening. He opened Damian's move, and shoved the bloody strips down the hatch.

The effect was instantaneous. Danny had to work quickly. Painful memories tied up in a cave resurface. The urge to push them down was ignored; now they had to be studied. He tore off the remainder of Damian's clothing, and carried him closer to the water line. Green scales emerged from Damian's belly like blades unearthed from a long-forgotten battle. Danny sank his claws into the gaps of Damian's ribs and tore long gashes in them. The scales climbed up Damian's chest. Danny rolled the child's body on its side as they swept over his back. Bones cracked and snapped and broke, as spikes pushed out from underneath his spinal column, slimy thin webbing already connecting them.

Beneath, Damian's toes elongated as if stretched by a black hole. Bones shattered into dust underneath, all to be more malleable for the final product. The skin wasn't much better off either. As it stretched to its paper-thin limits and tore, more and more scales came forth to cover the damage.

Danny felt green in the gills. He couldn't bear the strain of those memories, and erupted with bile, hunched over. He couldn't bare to spectate as Damian twisted and bended like putty anymore. He'd already failed and violated the kid enough.

Danny dived into the water. The least he could do was make sure he didn't wake up hungry.

[akzgaj]

Fear Prompts:

Prompts for horrors, angst moments or moments before math test :)

The air you breathe does not fill your lungs.

Stinging under the breasts/stinging in the ribs.

Pain in the jaw and throat.

Difficulty breathing, throat tight.

Hand shaking.

Sweating.

Numbness, slow reaction/hyperactivity, acute concentration, fueled by fear and adrenaline.

Concentration disorder.

Problems with movement, numbness in legs and arms.

Chest pain that makes it impossible to walk.

Feeling like crying, eyes burning with tears.

Rapid breathing.

Fast heartbeat.

Speech problems, numb tongue.

Paleness/red flush from nerves.

Gooseflesh.

Dry mouth.

[treehuggerthegreat]

Ugh. I love the trope of a character living with a dead body in plain sight but isn’t mentally able to recognize it. Whether they be too young or they are so far gone that they can’t, it’s so. Horrific. Like the moment you REALIZE that there’s a dead body of a loved one just. Sitting there. And they’ve been living their life without missing a beat as it rots in the living room. Bonus points if they acknowledge it but as someone or something else. Like oh that’s not my dead aunt, she’s alive silly! Or oh aunties been sleeping.

They’re so out of it that someone literally DYING (especially when they played an important role in the characters life) that they don’t even notice. It doesn’t even concern them. They are SO wrapped up in they’re delusions and hallucinations (for the mentally deteriorating or disturbed trope) that the smell of a rotting body that only CONTINUES to smell worse doesn’t even hinder them enough to be concerned. To them everything is just fine and peachy. They don’t realize their mom slipped and broke her neck, and it’s not even they that they don’t or wouldn’t care, it could plausibly be that they aren’t CAPABLE of realizing this person is dead. they don’t want to. their mind completely reworks their reality so that she’s very much alive but sleeping, or on a trip somewhere. Or just literally hallucinates conversations with them. Ugh this one is just my personal favorite but.

Pr when a character is so young they don’t KNOW what death is or WHY their mom hasn’t gotten up in weeks, even months. They don’t understand why the house continues to smell worse and worse. They’re forced into taking care of themselves, to being their own adult while this person who was supposed to take care of them ‘sleeps’. I don’t like this one as much as the hallucinations one, because with this one the situation is less malleable and more specific. But it’s still so good. It means that the person who was taking care of them made them feel like they were supposed to do it themselves. They’re too scared to try and wake mom or even if they did try when it doesn’t work, they still don’t get someone else. It could either mean neglect, or oversheltering. It’s just them and mommy. The character either doesn’t trust other people or doesn’t even ASK them because how could they help? It’s just them and mommy. But mommy’s sleeping, so they have to be good so when she wakes up she’s rested and is proud! And on the flip side, the character could be scared and maybe doesn’t want their parental figure to wake up because then that means they get punished or maybe they have friends over or the parental figure just isn’t fun to be around. Loud, obnoxious, or maybe negative and constantly drunk, or maybe the kid doesn’t NOTICE they haven’t gotten up. They’re so independent at such a young age that they can get to school, they can get their own food, and when the food runs out that’s when they get a little concerned. But they’re still young. They don’t know how to long term problem solve or how to QUESTION what’s going on around them. The smell? just avoid it. The food? try to ration or get food from friends and school.

my favorite part is REALIZING that the character goes their daily life around something so horrible and rotting. You could probably tell something was off. Whether with the kid they were quiet or antisocial, maybe a little weird, or with the hallucinations character, you could tell they are a little off their rockers. You never EVER thought it was actually this bad. A dead body? Rotting? for weeks? how does someone let this happen? This poor person. This poor kid. Reality either something they avoid, or has become to make no sense. Reality is what the kid has been told. They were never told what death is or what to do.

It hurts so much more when it’s a character you’ve WATCHED become this way. You’ve seen them interact with their late loved ones before. You’ve seen them socialize somewhat functionally. You know who they actually are and you KNOW how much they cared for this person. But something happens. Or maybe nothing did. But they just grew more and more reclusive. As their mental state deteriorates, so did their living friendships. And the less and less people talked to them, the less and less they bothered to attach themselves to reality or anyone who really was. Then you finally get to see inside their mind, their house, and hope it’s not the worst case scenario. But as you turn the corner into a room or a stairway, you see. You see that it’s so so much more worse than you could have EVER thought. and i lostmy train of thoug

[writing-to-survive]

#170

"You did it? You created all the horrors I went through?" The book character quivers.

"Yes," the author sighs.

Tears trickle out of the book character's eyes. "Why?"

"Plot. Suspence. Charater development," the author answers. "People do like to read it."

"You're sick."

The author smiles. "Maybe I am. But that sickness created you, your world. And, better yet, people pay to read it." The author gets close to their book character, "you only exist because of me."

[skrrtscree]

CW: BLOOD

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Ryomina Week 2023 DAY 6: Bad End/Soulmates 💛💙

hehe I'm so evilll😈😈

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

oooh I got one! prompt 74 with any of the follower!bishops, where they get hurt on a crusade and reader, who is a healer finds them and helps them <333

74) "I think I broke my leg!"

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"I can't believe this...betrayed by my own-!!"

"Lord Kallamar?"

Surprised by the voice, Kallamar looked up at you, the figure dressed in white tattered robes, clean of any and all ichor. The metal halo behind your head reflected the sunlight from above Anchordeep, making it seem as though it were glowing.

Now he remembers.

You're one of the many nameless Healers in his former army of cultists and devotees. He thought most of them were culled by the Lamb at this point, yet you were somehow still alive.

"You have returned to us in such a miniscule form." You mused, to which you saw him tense up, trying to shuffle away.

So far, every creature here was trying to kill him during his crusade, and he wasn't sure if you were going to be any different.

He knew should've gone to the tailor first; at least they wouldn't attack him on-sight just because his red robes remind them of the Lamb..and that his defeat permanently shattered his image as a leader.

"Back away from me! I'm---ow!!!" Feeling a sudden sharp pain in one of his legs, Kallamar stopped moving and looked down, realizing it didn't look quite right. "Ah...a-ahaha...I-I think I broke my leg...!"

"Do not fear, my lord. I will make it all better." Floating down to the ground, you gently reached your hands out to him, green magic appearing from your fingertips. "How did this happen, if I may ask?"

"Well..I fell.." He mumbled quietly, and you looked at him, mishearing him.

"What happened?"

"I-I fell while fleeing from one of those sea creatures..." Red dusted his face as he averted his gaze, embarrassed to be seen like this--especially by someone he used to rule over.

But you seemed to show absolutely no bias nor resentment towards him, even though he now wore the same robes of the enemy cult.

Part of him was afraid you'd refuse and leave him to suffer on his own, although he remembers that your singular job is to be a healer. And despite knowing that he wasn't some all-powerful god anymore and allowed himself to be beaten by Lamb into submission...you wanted to help him anyways. You didn't huff or laugh or show any indication that you thought of him as pathetic for breaking his leg over a simple fall.

Instead, you quietly allowed your magic to go to work, mending the broken done and repairing the torn flesh. Soon it set itself back into place without causing him further pain, making it good as new.

Like nothing even happened.

"You should be good now, my lord. Do be careful with your new mortal vessel." Bowing your head, you rose to your feet and watched as Kallamar slowly got up.

"Only now I see how fragile this body is..damned Lamb.." He grunted, checking out his leg before picking up his backpack. Then he gazed up at you. "What's your name?"

You blinked. "My name..?"

"Yes, that's what I said. I never knew your name, but I wanna know it now."

"I see, then...I'm [y/n]." You answered, surprised and flattered that he asked.

It's been so long since you've said your name to anyone, that you've almost forgotten it entirely.

"Well, [y/n]..would you care to accompany me for the remainder of my crusade? I was sent to retrieve as many crystal shards as I could carry...but I keep running into dead ends, and death traps.." Kallamar shuddered. "And I-"

"You needn't worry, my lord. I would be happy to join you." Although he couldn't see your smile under your hood, he could hear the delight in your voice, and chuffed.

Why were you so kind to him? Why did you treat him as though he was still your ruler?

"None of this bothers you at all?" He vaguely gestured to himself. "You don't see me as your "enemy"?"

"I only see the injured and the sick, and I heal them." You assured him, chuckling softly. "Do not fret. It matters not what form you take or how limited it is, my lord-"

"Okay, I'm not your "lord" anymore. Just Kallamar is fine."

"...very well, Kallamar. Then let us go. I know a safe path."

[boxfullaturtles]

Donnie, number 19

hehehehehhehe angst for donnie

time to Good Genes Rise Donatello again lol

this one got long because it contains my favorite tropes, non-consensual body modification and painful transformations uwu

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“I did warn you turtley-boos to keep out of my business,” Big Mama coos at them and Raph dearly wants to punch her in her face.

But Donnie is down and Leo’s trying to tend to him and Raph’s not stupid enough to think that he and Mikey alone can take on Big Mama. Especially when Raph is preoccupied by the fact that Donnie’s been shot.

Big Mama's still got the gun in her hand--not a human gun, something yokai that glows a sickly yellow and looks like it has teeth. Donnie's sitting on the floor, breathing hard and curling away from Leo. And Leo is trying to pry Donnie's fingers away from the bloody spot and Raph is so, so angry. And scared. They've never been shot before.

"Shame, firearms aren't really my frivvly-forte," Big Mama hums, "I was aiming for the little one. Ah well, the result will still be the same~" She smiles at them and waves the gun in a farewell, "It will keep you busy for a bitty-while. Ta-ta~"

Raph's not about to just let her walk away and he makes to launch after her with a snarl. A painful cry from Donnie and a worried order from Leo stop him in his tracks, making him stagger and turn. He's never heard Donnie make a sound like that before and it makes his heart lurch in his chest.

Donnie's left arm--the one that's been shot--is shaking and spasming, the tremor running through his entire body. Worse still are the veins of toxic yellow seeping from the bullet wound. Donnie is panting, gasping for air, trying to hold his own arm still as it jitters at his side.

Then, horrifically, his arm bulges.

A scream of pain tears out of Donnie and he doubles over on the ground, grinding his forehead into gritty cement. His injured arm is jutted out in front of him, fingers dancing across the floor. The swell in his upper arm, right beneath the bullet hole, wriggles and spreads, pressing outward. Donnie screams again as his arm bulges, gets bigger, straining the elbow pad until it threatens to tear. And Raph realizes that Donnie's arm isn't just swelling, it's packing on muscle.

There's an awful CRACK and Donnie's scream hits higher, scratching the air. His arm is growing. It's growing bigger and longer and it's wrong, it's so very wrong.

The change reaches Donnie's wrist and he lets out a screaming sob, his other hand coming to paw at his vambrace tech. He leaves smears of his own blood over the screen. His skin is bunching against the metal, trying to stretch and grow, hampered by Donnie's tech. Leo dives forward and pries it off and the growth shoots down Donnie's arm. His hand slams into the floor and veins bulge from the back, bones cracking and popping as they grow bigger. His nail thicken and sharpen into claws.

A monstrous, mutated arm is swollen from Donnie's shoulder, his violet markings stretched like streaks of paint. His arm is as big as Raph's. Maybe even bigger.

"I...is it...stopping?" Mikey's voice is trembling, his hands pressed against his mouth. His watery eyes are staring helplessly at his brother.

"...Dee?" Leo ventures carefully, "Donnie? Hey, come on, buddy, speak to me."

The only thing he gets in answer is a wheezing, whispered, "...help."

Something creaks and Donnie groans. It takes Raph a moment to realize that what he's hearing is the strain of metal.

"His battle shell," He murmurs to himself and then, louder, "His battle shell! Take it off!" He doesn't wait for Leo, just leaps forward and grabs the shoulder clamps of Donnie's precious battle shell. He knows there's a release button on there somewhere but he can't be bothered to look for it. He just mutters a quick apology and snaps the clamps off, tossing them aside and wrenching the shell from Donnie's back.

"Oh god..." Leo sounds like he's being strangled.

Donnie's soft shell is rippling and churning. He lets out another agonizing groan as the little ridges along his spine stretch up and out into sharp spikes. The spikes rise off his arched back and then fold back down again, flexing like tiny wings, stretching new muscles that are forcing themselves into place. The edges of his shell spread, curving into bony spikes, and a sharp, snapping clicking starts as Donnie's spine lengthens.

He's sobbing now, gasping for air as his body warps. There's an awful CRUNCH and Donnie jolts, his cries turning into a breathless gargle when his plastron bows outward, new scutes wedging themselves into existence.

It's spreading faster now.

The belt at Donnie's waist snaps as his lithe frame widens, bulking up with muscle and mass. The elbow pad and glove on his left arm have split at the seams and the ones on his right are going to follow soon enough. His neck thickens, veins pulsing along its length and Donnie throws his head back, choking, eyes rolling in pain.

"Do something...!" Mikey whimpers and then grabs Raph's arm, shaking him, "Do something! Do something! Help him! Raph!"

But Raph doesn't know what to do. He can only stand there in cold terror as his brother's body is twisted. Raph looks at Leo but Leo is on his knees, clutching Donnie's wrist tech to his chest, sinking deep into shock as he watches what's happening. None of them know what to do. None of them know how to stop this.

Donnie's breathing has become deeper, heavier, huffing bellowing growls from the expanding cavity of his broad chest. His next scream comes out in a shaky roar. His tail clicks with new vertebrae as it lengthens, thickening and growing small spikes until its longer than Raph's tail. Donnie digs his feet into the cement, whining and snarling as bones and muscles bulge and grow. His knees break into a new shape with a sickening, wet SNAP that makes Raph feel sick, fresh joints jamming into place, toes growing bigger, claws scraping the floor.

There's a pause, a second where everything holds its breath, like the changes are settling into place. Donnie's normal face looks tiny on his hulking new body. Then comes a splintering crunch and Donnie howls in agony.

It's horrifying to watch his skull grow, pressing outward, stretching his bandana almost to its limits. The bridge of his goggles snap and tumble to the ground. Skin stretches, rippling over changing structures, and Donnie gags, coughing, and vomits onto the ground. His jaw crackles as it grows, his tongue lengthening and spilling out of his mouth while he pants for air. His gums begin to bleed and Donnie cries and wails as his teeth fall out, pushed out by the lethal set of jagged, predatory fangs he's sprouting.

Mikey is sobbing now, pressed against Raph's side because none of them can help, none of them can stop this. All they can do is watch.

Donnie collapses to the floor, wheezing, claws scrabbling and his tail lashing. His eyes roll wildly until he locks gazes with Raph. There's a second that lasts for hours where Raph looks into Donnie's eyes and sees his little brother begging for help, begging for Raph to stop the pain. Raph's heart is in pieces.

He's still making staring at Donnie when the light of intelligence flickers in his brother's eyes...and goes out.

And just like that, Donatello Hamato is gone.

The creature that's warped his body roars and thrashes on the ground, snapping its teeth and snarling. Spittle flies from its gnashing jaws and its tail is beating so hard against the floor that it vibrates like a bass drum.

"Don..." Leo's voice is a trembling whisper. He's in shock, just sitting on the floor, staring at what he twin has become.

Raph feels like he's floating off into a void; adrift, lost, and hopeless. The pieces of his shattered heart have dropped into his icy stomach and his body is far away, numb. It belongs to someone else, someone who can actually be a hero, someone who can save his brothers, someone who is a big brother.

Someone who isn't Raph, who can only stare at the creature that used to be Donnie as it rises shakily to its feet, towering over him.

And Raphael has never felt so small and useless.

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lil messy sketch of monster don so i could visualize him at least he got to keep his bandana :)

[star-vibing-prompts]

Villain shook their head, staring at the supervillain with wide horrified eyes.

SuperVillain was holding Hero's head with their head, a insane wide smile on their face. "Surprised Villain?" They smirked, tossing Hero's head near Villains feet.

"Hope you like your gift!" SuperVillain laughed.

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"It's the silence that scares me."

"One way or another , you're going to die tonight."

"By the time anyone finds your body, they won't be able to identify it."

"I'm playing the villain, just like you wanted."

There you are, my darling!"

"It was a trap."

"You should've left when you still could."

"I didn't mean to kill her, but after that first scream...there was no stopping me from it."

"You're playing a dangerous game here , girl."

"I know a lot about you...more than you think."

"This missing poster has your face on it."

"Don't you want to be consumed by what loves you?"

"Scream all you want. No one will hear you."

"Just because you don't see it , doesn't mean it's not already here."

I won't give up on you , I know you're worth it!"

*As a sidenote , a lot of these things are much scarier when said/whispered during a hug. Example: He brought me into the tight embrace of his arms before i felt hot breath against my face. "I know what you did..."

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[promptsforyourwhumpfic]

Whump Prompt #1231

Anon asked:

May I have some torture prompts please?*

TW: Non-con body modifications/gore/body horror/organ harvesting etc

I got a bit carried away with these...

Your whumpee is left cut open - perhaps with their organs exposed. Their flesh could be pulled back and held open. This takes the feeling of exposure to a whole new level.

^ This also entices anxiety/panic. As they may be able to see organs grow back, therefore as they get closer to 'completion' they start to panic when they remember the pain of removal.

^ Also the torturer could use this for 'science' in order to better calculate which organ is better value for time/money.

The torturer could also take blood at the same time to limit the mess during surgeries. Your whumpee is constantly nauseous/lightheaded/weak because of this. (Dubious science, but you get the idea)

The first time they're allowed to heal, even for a short amount of time, they're overwhelmed with relief.

Are they rescued while they're still 'open'?

Do they scar regardless of the injury type? For example, if a leg is taken, are they left with a ring of scarring where the initial cut was?

At what point do they stop feeling it/are so in shock that they just.. don't register what's going on?

How does the harvesting affect their sense of balance/bodily functions? Do they have nausea, but have nothing to make something to bring up? When they're able to stand after their rescue, do they feel heavy/full?

^ Are they so used to feeling empty?

Do the torturers take their eyes so they're unable to see what's happening/where they are?

What if, a long time after their rescue/recovery, they stumble across someone who received a limb/organ they needed - maybe they're so grateful for it, but the whumpee has to silently suffer knowing that it's their body part.

^ How does the whumpee know it's theirs? Do tattoos/pre-existing scars regenerate also?

After the rescue, the first time they have a day without pain is bliss. They sob.

*(The character context Anon gave is under the cut)

My whumpee is from a humanoid subspecies that can regenerate almost ANY lost body part - limbs, fingers, eyes, tongue, most internal organs, you name it - unless they've been fully chopped to bits. The only thing they cannot regenerate is their equivalent of a brain, because obviously that controls the regeneration process (if they've been lobotomized, they can still regenerate but slower). The regeneration process usually lasts from 3 hours to a week, depending on what and how much has been lost, but the process is painful, uncomfortable and it's usually for the best that the individual is asleep through most of it.

That makes whumpee's subspecies very attractive to organ harvesting rings, because their organs are compatible with those of many other species. One day, our whumpee wakes up strapped to a table...

[athenaistired]

𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐄 ❞

— 𝐘𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐥 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐞 //

ʜɪ! ɪ’ᴍ ᴀʟɪᴠᴇ! ᴡᴏᴡ! ᴡᴀꜱ ʟɪꜱᴛᴇɴɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴜꜱɪᴄ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴅᴀʏ, ᴀɴᴅ ɪɴꜱᴘɪʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ꜰɪʟʟᴇᴅ ᴍᴇ ɪɴ! ᴛʙʜ ɪ’ᴠᴇ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴡʀɪᴛᴛᴇɴ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ Qᴜɪᴛᴇ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇ ᴀꜱ ɪɴ ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜰɪᴄ, ꜱᴏ ᴘʟꜱ, ɪ ᴀᴅᴠɪᴄᴇ ᴄʜᴇᴄᴋɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ.

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ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ: ᴇxᴛʀᴇᴍᴇ ꜰɪɴᴀɴᴄɪᴀʟ ᴅᴇʙᴛ, ꜰɪɴᴀɴᴄɪᴀʟ ᴀʙᴜꜱᴇ, ꜰɪɴᴀɴᴄɪᴀʟʟʏ ᴀʙᴜꜱɪᴠᴇ ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱʜɪᴘ, ᴇxᴛʀᴇᴍᴇʟʏ ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴏʟʟɪɴɢ ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱʜɪᴘ, ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴘʜʏꜱɪᴄᴀʟ ᴀʙᴜꜱᴇ, ᴘꜱʏᴄʜᴏʟᴏɢɪᴄᴀʟ ᴀʙᴜꜱᴇ, ᴍᴀɴɪᴘᴜʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, ᴍᴇᴅɪᴄᴀʟ ᴅᴇᴄᴇɪᴛ

— 𝑴𝑨𝑫𝑵𝑬𝑺𝑺 !1!

You met Childe in the most bizarre way one could imagine. Just in the beginning of your rising fame, the redheaded man knocked on the door of your very well-hidden house in the heights of Liyue mountains demanding the money which you had borrowed from the Northland bank. You were at least a few million Mora in debt, and you knew that very well, but didn’t think that’d come for you this soon — all money was going into your management team, on your tours, on the best performance equipment, and on the highest quality outfits for each one of your public appearances. You had no clue how he had tracked you down, but clearly that was a mistake on your part.

“Who would have guessed that this is where you choose to live?” The man grinned with a slightly sadistic smile; he was looking down at you like you were a lower life form than him.

You didn’t let his loud and proud ego phase you. Instead, you shined with your picture-perfect smile and adjusted your voice to the same tune that you used whenever interacting with anyone outside your close circle. No, who were you kidding. You had no close circle. You’ve abandoned everything for your dream. You ran away from your family, you changed your looks, you faked your identity, you even swapped your birth name to the one which pleased your ears more — you were a walking, living fake doll. People loved that about you (your wallet, however, didn’t love it very much).

“Oh, my! How did such a handsome man managed to find me this far away in the unknown? Do you happen to be one of my stalkers?” You waved one of your hands while showing off your long, golden nails. Your other palm rested against your cheek, “Well, congratulations! I guess I’ll have no choice but to move away again!”

“Too bad that you won’t be moving anywhere else anytime soon.” The man cocked his head to the side while pulling out a long list out of his inner pocket. You knitted your eyebrows; acting completely clueless, “Usually, I don’t show up to collect money from people who don’t require physical force, but you know what our personal investigation had concluded?”

“Mm?” You puffed out your cheeks and leaned against the doorframe.

“You borrowed at least 5.9 million Mora from the bank yourself, completely destroying your credit score. And when the bank had declined you any more credit, you went to your most loyal fans and convinced them into borrowing money in your stead. If we were to count up the total of how much money had went missing due to your charades.. It’d be estimated around 25 million Mora. And that’s with counting the percentages.” As he finished, Childe looked up at you to see you ‘panicking’.

“T-there must be a mistake! I would never do such a thing to my own fans.. I love them more than anything in this world.” You scrunched up your face until salty droplets began to form at the edges of your beautiful silver eyes, “P-please don’t hurt me.. I’ll give it all back next month..”

The man got taken aback by the sudden tearful breakdown. He expected to be met with some evil manipulative witch, but instead got this circus of crocodile tears. But he was no idiot. He knew that you wouldn’t give the money back next month. You would take off and run away, or would convince another one of your fans to take the fall. And the bank would only continue to suffer from the insane amounts of credit being borrowed left and right. He had to solve this issue - now and today.

“Stop with this nonsense.” He cut you off shortly, and you froze while wondering if the man had already seen through your act, “We’ll make a deal.”

“W-what is it..?” Your throat was beginning to hurt from raising it so high. You wanted to appear fragile and sad; so that he’d feel bad for you and leave you be. These tactics always worked on your idiotic fans, but they did not seem to phase the man before you.

“All the money that you will make from now on — will go straight to me. I’ll pay for your equipment and outfits. Whatever it is. But you’ll pay me back the money with hard work. The amount you’ve stacked up will probably take at least half of your lifetime to pay off. If not more..”

You were getting involved with some serious life-changing shit. You felt your stomach tense up in a knot.

“Are you saying that you want to be my manager or something?” You giggled like a clueless idiot.

“No. You’ll sign this contract—“

The man pulled out a pre-written paper out of his bag.

So, he had seen this all coming.

“—and from now on everything you’ll ever be or ever achieve will be under my name. You’ll be a mascot for which people will pay crazy money to see, but you’ll have no freedom of your own. All you’ll ever be is just a famous pretty face, and my extra income.”

Your fake expression finally fell. There was no point in playing pretend games anymore. Seeing how serious you suddenly got; the man smirked with amusement. He made you crack under pressure and reveal your true self. He was in control of the situation, and you had nowhere to run.

“You’re not joking, huh..” You rolled your eyes.

“That’s what happens when you get yourself involved with wrong people. Don’t worry, of course. I’ll send off a big percentage to the bank until all your debts are done.” You wanted to smash his face in. Cocky, selfish bastards was the type you’ve despised the most.

“How charming. What happens if I run away and you’ll never see me again?” You challenged him back, to which a dark shade coated his eyes. He was lifeless and cruel inside — just like you.

“I will find you.”

The pause was short, but felt like a lifetime.

“And you will die.”

You got the chills.

He was no joke. He could easily end you in one blow if he so desired, but instead he was playing the long game. He wanted for you to become nothing but his puppet. You couldn’t help but also feel excitement creep up your back all the way towards the roots of your brain. They say that famous people sell their soul to the Devil to get where they do. Was this the evil by your door awaiting to collect your life in exchange for the crowd’s love and fame?

“You’re not asking me, are you? That’s the only way I can escape our meeting tonight alive.” You stated, to which he nodded with a pleased smile.

“I see you’ve got brains after all!”

And that was how the two of you met.

Your life would change forever, and never be the same again. Now, you had your own mastermind controlling every move and breath you took. He knew where you were going and for how long, he knew everything you ate and drank, he knew what you wore and what you would wear tomorrow. You had no desires, no wishes, no freedom. Everything was under his whim, and there was no opportunity of escape.

All for the price of fame.

-

“Y/N, it is your time to get up.”

You quickly opened your eyes and looked around. You’ve been awake for a while now, but you knew that you weren’t allow to leave the room until one of Childe’s assistants would come in to wake you.

It had been 3 years, 4 months, and 12 days since you’ve been financially imprisoned by the Harbinger. Meanwhile, today the world celebrated your 3rd year anniversary with your soon-to-be-husband. For his presence to appear natural, on the 4th month of the contract he had announced to everyone that the two of you were together. Every single fan and worker of his thought the same. If only they knew.. If only they knew..

“Master Childe had requested for your breakfast today to be a detoxing tea with mint salad.” Your eyes widened in surprise. Usually, breakfast meant you would go hungry all the way until dinner.

Ever since you moved into his house in Liyue, he had set many rules for you. Those included what you eat, which supplements you take, how much you drink, and even how much makeup you use. He wanted for your diet and looks to be perfect, so you reach the highest success. No acne, no breakouts, no greasy hair, no dark circles — none of that was allowed. You had to look like you were not a real person, but a painting. Someone’s imagination. An angel that had come down from the skies of Celestia.

“And a salad too? How generous.” You snorted with sarcasm, and stared down at the miserable small bowl of the green leaves with mint spices sprinkled on top.

“Master Childe had expressed his concerns over your drastic weight loss in the last 3 weeks. You’ll be seen by the general practitioner, nutritionist and dietician who came all the way from Sumeru to see you.” You rose your brows, but let it stay as subtle as you could.

“Understood.” You nodded, and proceeded to eat your breakfast, “Prepare me a bath, Chan’er.”

“Of course, Y/N.” The woman bowed to you before exiting the room to run you a bath.

The moment she was outside, you felt your heart rate pick up its pace and your stomach twisting in a knot. It worked.. It worked!

For the past weeks, you’ve done everything in your power to make yourself sick, so that you would get to see the doctor alone. It was crucial for it to be today — because Childe was far away in Fontaine dealing with some personal business. Even if he were to hear that you ran away, you’d have an advantage of at least a week to run away as far as possible and seek shelter in Mondstat. You knew that you could make it. No. You had to make it!

You had to be patient. No one could suspect anything. No one could know anything.

You took a bath, combed your hair, put on a silk robe as you applied finest makeup and shades. Later, the maids came in to show you your outfit and style your hairstyle for the day. In the end, you came out gorgeous. Y/N from 3 years ago wouldn’t believe that the person staring back at them was the same Y/N. The price for beauty was happiness. The price for fame was freedom. The price for surviving, was giving up on living.

“You’re gorgeous as always, Y/N!” One of the girls in the room cooed at you.

“Master Childe was so lucky to have found you.” Another maid chimed in, and all you could do was give the two of them a petite smirk. Well, he was lucky, meanwhile for you, it was the worst day of your life.

“None of that. It is truly a blessing to have Master Childe be a part of me and my future.” It was a curse. “I couldn’t be happier.” You have never been this miserable.

“True love does exist after all!” The third one — you also liked to call her ‘the romantic’ — couldn’t get over of how ‘sweet’ and ‘doting’ your relationship with Childe was.

True love, huh..

Such thing does not exist after all.

-

“My name is Dr. Amal, it is a true pleasure to meet you, Y/N.” The doctor shook your hand and you politely greeted him while taking a seat.

“Thank you for making the time to come and see me.. This is a bit awkward, my fiancé can be such a worry-head.” You fake-laughed, but the other male easily bought into it.

“Master Childe had notified me that you lost quite some weight.” The doctor looked at a document (most likely a letter to him from the Harbinger), “So, let’s talk about that. How have you been eating?”

“Oh, I love eating. I always have 3 balanced meals and a snack. And don’t even get me started on the sweet tooth of mine!” You blushed. The doctor looked you up and down, and furrowed his brows.

“Is that so?”

The conversation went back and forth. Dr. Amal would throw a question at you, and you would easily dodge it with an easy smile and pre-practiced answers. Eventually, you noticed that the doctor quickly came to a dead-end. Now, was the moment for show-time.

“Although.. There has been something going on with me. I’ve been feeling touch which hadn’t been around me. I hear voices which aren’t present! The smells which aren’t being spread.. Doctor..” The more you spoke; the more your bottom lip trembled, and your hands shook in ‘terror’.

“May I be going mad?” In that moment — on queue — you broke down in tears with your face buried in your palms, “I’m afraid my fiancé were to leave me had he known he’s with a mad person! Doctor, whatever should I do?” Dr. Amal blinked at you in worry and confusion, “I love my fiancé more than life itself, I couldn’t live were he to leave me!” The doctor reached forward to place a comforting hand on your shoulder. You sniffed up and locked your eyes with him.

“This.. Is not my expertise, Y/N, but I know the doctor who could help. He’s originally from Inazuma, but right now he’s visiting Lisa the Librarian in Mondstat. He’s on a journey to learn more, but I’m certain he’d make time for you. I’ll send him the letter.”

Your palms hid away the maniacal grin on your face.

“Doctor, I have no clue how to thank you!” You stood up to hug the man. Dr. Amal quickly pulled you off himself.

“Y/N, there’s only so much I can do, and as a doctor I am obliged to help you. So, no need to thank me.”

“No, Doctor! Thank you! Thank you! I shall be thankful to you until the end of time!” You bowed to him over and over again, until taking a seat back at your chair, “But.. Doctor, you mustn’t tell my fiancé! He’ll beat the madness out of me!”

“M-master Childe beats you?”

“No, no! But sometimes, I’ve seen him raise his hand at maids, assistants and workers. I wouldn’t wanna disappoint him, Doctor, so please do not tell him! Say that I went into intensive treatment for a viral infection. Say that I mustn’t see anyone for weeks if not months! Help me, Doctor. You’re the only one who can..”

You started crying again to play as much of the pity party as you could. The man gritted his teeth and lowered his head.

“Alright, Y/N. I’ll help you. Plus, patient confidentiality means that I can’t disclose information to anyone, which includes your fiancé too.”

Your plan was officially in action.