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help-its-a-dot · 5 years

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Alright so when I took this job they said all I had to do was narrate. You know, just follow this guy around and relay what he’s doing, make it sound interesting, yada yada yada.

Ok now that I say it out loud I realize that I’ve probably looked like a stalker for the past few days.

Fun.

ANYWAYS I was going somewhere with this; I had a point. Right. My point was that I didn’t think I’d end up in the middle of a burned down park, cowering in absolute terror behind some rocks that I really wish were bigger, and longing with all that's left of my heart that I could be one of those people that are, given the situation, naturally sprinting away whilst screaming at the top of their lungs.

Should I run away? I mean, it seems like the more logical option here; If I could get over that bridge, then I’d-

*bridge disintegrates*

Well there goes that.

Looks like I’ll be narrating then! Yippee. So, I should probably warn you, I haven’t exactly been paying attention to my assigned main character, ergo I don't have that much background knowledge. Oh who am I kidding, I have none.

Anyhow, sorry, I know I should be narrating. I’m getting to that. Background knowledge. What do I know?

Uh, actually nothing much happened to this dude. A few weeks ago he found a dead body in his bathtub. Now that I think about it, that’s probably where I should’ve started paying attention….

Ah, fucked this up, didn’t I.

Also, as a side note, I’m gonna be calling this dumbass Jake because my dumbass kind of sort of didn’t ever really at all catch his name.

Alrighty folks! I’m gonna…. Be brave…. And peek out from behind these rocks…. Did I mention how much I wished they were bigger?

Ahem. *clears throat*. Narrator voice. *nods decisively*. Lets go.

There’s fire everywhere. On the tops of trees like snow at the peaks of mountains (how are there even still trees here) bushes have morphed into bonfires, while patches of grass are practically leaking little flames like a dope game of ‘the floor is lava’.

Jake stands, looking at the devastation with wide eyes. Smoke billows out into the sky, painting the already grey clouds black.

A deafening crash sounds behind him- you know, the kind you get when a boulder squishes a four story building like it’s a three year old’s structure of off brand legos. He’s thrown to the ground, and waits, breathing heavily.

Aw god why did I forgot my flask of vodka today? I freaking need it.

And as if that weren’t enough, a spaceship just blipped into the sky.

Should I run?

I should probably run.

Sorry, sorry, I’m not very good at this narrator thing. In my defense, I didn’t think they were serious! Alright, I’m gonna try that again.

Suddenly, and quite literally out of nowhere, there’s a fatally blinding blue-red light, making everyone in the immediate vicinity-- which isn’t that many people anymore, most have used their last few remaining drops of common sense and fled for their lives --squeeze their eyes shut and hastily bury their heads in whatever was nearest and most convenient to shield themselves from impending blindness, wailing in a mix of surprise and agony. All flames previously terrorizing the verdure are extinguished and the smoke is blown out as a single gust of forceful wind, which also effectively topples the few remaining, yet charred nonetheless, trees, buildings, and people.

Augh, ew, eurgh, I got a mouthful of Martin’s grocery bag. How do I know it’s Martin’s? They have a distinctive taste of mild sadness and resignation. Right, right, the spaceship.

See, when I say spaceship, I mean cool looking flying saucer thingy appearing like it was plucked right out of a conspiracy theory and given some upgrades. It’s a giant, azure/ultramarine blue, except for the bottom which shines in a weirdly mesmerizing yellowish glow, squished sphere. Oval. Pancake. Sorry, I don't know my shapes. It seems to be practically thrumming with energy, like it drank five red bulls followed by ten extremely caffeinated coffees and finished it all off with a few five hour energy drinks.

I cannot tell you how much I hope it doesn't do what it looks like it’s gonna do and explode.

Meanwhile, Jake has picked up… a sword. Well shit. Medieval, much? Not a gun? No? Personally, I think a gun would be extraordinarily effective against the horde of what looks like blobs but are probably extravagantly dangerous aliens filing in a weirdly orderly single file line out of the saucer and immediately beginning to lomp closer and closer and closer crap did I mention they were getting closer?

Should I run?

I should probably run.

Hold up, no, that reminds me, I’m supposed to be narrating. God, I’m atrocious at this, aren’t I.

He feels sweat break out on his brow. The sword is heavy in his hands, and he can barely lift it, let alone decapitate a blob, but he’s in too deep to let his weariness show. He’s gotta be strong and save what’s left of these people, this city, or die trying. Which is probably what’ll happen in a few minutes. But ah, well, he’ll die fighting for Americanos , which can’t be all that bad.

Technically, if you think about it, he’s suicidal, because his colossal ego will not, quite literally, for the life of him, allow him to take a smart route, like getting into that convenient truck and bowling over all the blobs, or snatching up a gun from that store across the street, or even just alerting someone who is actually capable at dealing with an event like this like the authorities.

But what can he do, he is American, after all. It's simply unavoidable; part of the culture description. *white people i swear

He watches morbidly as Martin’s grocery bags blow past from the ruins before him, and glances up as the spaceship above him gives one final thrum and blips away, probably back to wherever it came from, leaving him alone with an army of blobs bouncing threateningly towards him.

In truth, he didn’t know what they were. All he knew was that if they kept destroying everything at this rate, there won't be a single McDonalds left in America, and he couldn’t have that. Of course, by then there wouldn’t even be an America, and everyone would have to go to the McDonalds’ in Russia. Russia has McDonalds, right? Oh, he simply could not do that to his fellow citizens!

He pondered this, along with whether or not Australia exists, all the while counting down the seconds (...7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1… 5, 4, 3, 2, 1… dammit 3, 2, 1… 3, 2, 1… 3, 2-- he’d get it eventually) until his doom and willing his arms not to shake with the incredible weight of the sword in his hands. Whose idea was it to make swords out of metal, anyways? It’s incredibly stupid-- nowadays 90% of America wouldn’t even be able to muster the courage to touch one, let alone the strength to lift one.

Ugh, he knew he should’ve gone with that plastic light saber he’d seen at the mall. At least then he could’ve gone down with style.

As if on cue, there’s another, at this point expected, crash resounding behind him, and he turns to watch in despair as said mall tumbles almost comically to the ground.

There goes the light saber.

And another McDonalds.

Ohh, things were getting bad.

The park, if you could still call it a park, is deserted now save for the occasional Martin’s grocery bag skittering about, and he can’t help but give in to the desire to reflect upon his life. He wasted it, playing video games and other shit like that all day, every day. This is the first time he’s been outside in a long time. He now knows with absolute certainty that if he were ever granted such an opportunity he’d go back and redo it all. He’d try harder to beat that level, he’d get the better controller, he’d stay up later working on his technique. But all that was a distant dream now, something he could not hope to accomplish now.

He wished that maybe, just maybe, heaven would have a nice game console for him.

When he’d gotten selflessly sucked into this adventure, he never thought he’d actually die, never expected anything to really happen- If he had, he of course would never have turned the power of his last 8 braincells away from a computer screen and into the real world to start investigating.

Ah fuck, sorry for interrupting, I think I twisted my wrist or some shit while trying to get a better vantage point on these still too small rocks.

Should I run?

I should probably run.

On a different note: I’m really sorry guys. When you take a narrator job they never tell you anything about your person. Had I known he was American, I would have immediately sabotaged this entire thing; I could never in good conscience have subjected you guys to.. well.. this.

But alas, now I’m stuck narrating an American who is going to get me killed.

Unless… Unless there’s a loophole. My parents were lawyers, so I excel at finding those.

The rules are, you have to stay with your hero and narrate their adventure. How an American turned out to be one of the heroes, I know not, it must be a glitch in the system. But I’ll be fucking damned if this glitch gets me killed. Literally. So! Once the hero, inevitably, dies, you’re free to go. There’s nothing much left to narrate afterwards. And since Jake is closer to the horde of blobs coming our way than I am, as soon as he’s bowled over I’ll sprint. To the side, like a smart immigrant would do. Not straight back, because then the blobs’d just follow me and kill me, so the only logical conclusion is to circle around them and see if my apartment is still intact. I didn’t finish my cream puffs and I really don't want them to melt.

They’re getting closer. He can hear their squelching, and the chicken nuggets in his stomach churn unpleasantly. There’s bits of goo flying off them in all directions, and when said goo makes contact with something it immediately disintegrates that unfortunate something, leaving nothing behind. Is this really the fate that’ll befall him? Is this how the world ends?

Well, death by disintegration it is then. Oh, he can’t wait to brag to his boys about this.

Oh, wait, no, that’s not right. He’ll be dead.

And, in the last few moments before the blobs reach him, he reconsiders. There’s still so much this cruel world has to offer, and he never took advantage of any of it. Nor was he ever grateful for much of it.

He suddenly feels a new feeling. Determination. He will destroy every single one of these vile creatures, and he WILL come out of it intact. He has to.

With new resolve he scrapes together the last of his strength and raises his trusty sword over his head, every nonexistent muscle tense, ready. They’re getting closer. Closer. 50 yards. 30 yards. 20. 10. Just a few feet.

He takes a deep breath, closing his eyes dramatically. Swings his sword.

And is immediately squashed with the most sickening squelch there could ever be.

Ew.

Should I run?

I should probably run.

Yeah, I’m gonna run.

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praphit · 5 years

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The End: (Spoiler Free!)

I promise! NO SPOILERS! Though, I must say, if you're trying to avoid spoilers, you're currently doing a terrible job of it.

Plus, you havent seen it yet? What's wrong with you?! Quit fooling around with me and go now!

But, I digress.

"Part of the journey is the end"

We never want anything good to end. We never want anything to end badly.

I would say that this movie is about how we journey more so than how we end, but I'll get to that later.

Let's start off by paying homage to the beginning:

RDJ (Tony Stark)

- This dude had fallen off the map (at the time) - he had fallen off the wagon, the wall, the chain, the train, the mountain... if one could fall off of it, he was doing so , but Marvel put their confidence in him. No one knew how successful this whole thing was going to be. Not only were they trying to sell us a previously precarious actor, but a character who's a self-centered asshole... who profited off of war.

But, BOOM, Iron Man showed us that being an asshole could look good and make a lot of money.

CAPT AMERICA

- played by Chris Evans who had already failed as a superhero.

But, more than that, just look at Capt

He looks ridiculous. He's corny. A lil self-righteous. And who fights with a frickin shield? He was a military man, so he has access to all kinds of weapons (not to mention all that I'm sure Tony Stark would make for him), but nope! - he says "Gimme me a shield; that's all I need!" In fact, that's a lil cocky now that I think about it. Plus, they had just showed us that being rich asshole was the way to go, now this (the opposite)?

BUT, America is short on solid leadership. We're crying out for someone to consistently believe in; not perfection, but someone who's at least all in. Marvel gave us that in Capt. Over time, we grew to love this man. Not to mention, that beard he rocked,

and the ass of America (you’ll get that later).

Idk about y'all, but I'd follow Capt anywhere. If Chris Evans were to dress up like Capt America, and recruit people for a war (any war), I'd legit go! He IS Captain America to me.

SCARJO as Black Widow... how do I put this?

In the beginning, she was simply a pair of boobs in tight black.

Now, I don't mean that's actualy what she was, but that's how many saw her. Black Widow carried with her the power to be objectified, and not just by men. I can remember when there were rumors that women in the industry were jealous of Scarjo, saying she's only getting quality roles cuz she's a pretty face.

She proved the doubters wrong though. She is and has been a great actress! Black Widow is seen now with the respect that she has always deserved. Honestly, if I can't have Capt lead me, my second choice is Widow.

We can go on and on, right??

HULK - we had two Hulk failures before Mark Ruffalo, but he has played him perfectly, and they finally got the Hulk right.

Hawkeye...

Well, I kinda feel like his superpower is being lame, so that's ok :) There's one in every group. And can we all agree that bow and arrows as a main weapon is just stupid? Dude, there are people shooting guns at you! You've gotta take the time to pick out the correct arrow, aim, and... you know what?? never mind. He's Black Widow's boy, so he's alright with me. And it adds to my point that no one knew this would work.

And who knew that Chris Hemsworth would end up being their comedy anchor??

I never thought the Thor movies would work. I never thought that The Avengers movie would work (no way they could make all of the characters work together in a movie), but I have never been so wrong:)

We've laughed with them and cried with them, and were brought to the end by Thanos' snap with them.

I can still remember what the theatre felt like after leaving "Infinity War" - people felt lost, confused, and kinda angry Not me of course, I was that jerk rooting for Thanos:) In "Infinity War" we got to see Thanos' side of the war. He doesn't see himself as a villain. I agree with his philosophy of balance.

Now, I would never choose him over The Avengers. I feel like the Avengers would make good bosses. They'd have bonuses, allow for a union (maybe), and definitely have pizza parties. Thanos might appreciate my loyalty and sacrifice me (literally) for higher production in the same breath.

One might say "Why not use the stones to create more resources?" I'd reply "But, then we don't learn anything."

The team definitely learned some hard lessons here. But, that brings us to this part of the journey "The End" -

Who do you blame? Do we just look at Thanos as the villain? Do we go with "Shit Happens"? A will of a higher power? Or are the Avengers culpable in anyway? It's all up for debate.

Anyway,

I break down this movie into four acts -

1 - ? (something I won't share:) 2 - Dealing with loss 3 - Hope 4 - Action (most of it is saved for the end - this is mainly a drama)

FIRST, the act I won't be talking about. Instead... many had theories and wishes going into this film, allow me to share some of mine.

I was hoping for a revelation that Thanos has been Stan Lee the whole time.

He rips off his mask in Mission Impossible fashion. We find out that he did the snap to get rid of characters that he really didn't care for. The Avengers respect Stan so much that they don't try to fight him, instead they simply move on. In doing so, Tony and Capt America realize their love for one another. Tony decides he'd rather marry Capt over Potts (his current fiance). This makes Potts furious and she storms off.

They have a big wedding with a shawarma reception. The ants from Ant Man perform at the wedding.

Meanwhile, Potts teams up with Thanos aka Stan Lee, they gather all of characters forgotten in each series:

Natalie Portman, Jennifer Connelly (not her fault that old Hulk movie sucked), Terrance Howard... so on and so forth.

Stan Lee, Potts, and the scorned attack The Avengers, and there's an epic battle to bg music by Drake.

PERFECTION RIGHT?!! I'm not saying that any of that happens, but I'm not saying that it doesn't.

2nd Act - Loss

Like I said, this is mainly a drama. They do a really good job (as always) at pulling out the humanity in these characters. All of the team are dealing with loss. Some remain strong on the outside, some move on, some move on poorly, some become self-destructive, etc.

The humanity in that is something we can all relate to. Loss is something that we all continue to experience and learn how to cope with every day. They're painting this real picture with a comic book series. Crazy, right??

Big help from great actors though.

RDJ always brings it; no surprise there. But, for me, Chris Evans and Scarjo shine the brightest as far as bringing the drama. Seriously, when Scarjo cries we cry.

Act 3 is about hope.

... even if that hope may be false. Again the humanity brought out in the characters here is what makes it work. Hope is an interesting thing - Some deny it, some embrace it, some don't want it, some twist it, etc.

And again the acting and writing in this area is superb. I include the writing as well, cuz they know how to blend in humor with all of this tragedy. Chris Hemsworth is the man here! He is the rock of comedy in this movie. And I can't say enough about Mark Ruffalo - in fact I've knighted him as one of my dads. He's perfect for the role, but don't you also just want to play catch with him?

I just want to go to a ball game with Mark Ruffalo; am I alone in that? - probably:)

Lastly, we have act 4 - ACTION

And while this is mostly a drama, they make up for it at the end. Now, Marvel has that formula, and they stick to it here. They find everyone they can (who's still alive), CG them up to the max, and toss them in the ring. - And I don't say this in a bad way. Sometimes, the big CG ending in these types of movies ends up being a lil overwhleming or not well thought out, but not here - the writing and the choreography and the CG continue to hold up through the end.

The funny thing about all of the people that they throw in is some of them you probably won't even remember. Some of them don't have any lines - you just see them fighting in the background. Some people only show up to stand there in silence (what an easy day of work).

Everything leading up to a fitting poetic end.

Grade: A

The end was dope, but it's all about the journey, baby! We don't have too much control over when or how the story is going to end. You never know what could happen: sickness, drivers who simultaneously text, aliens (honestly, that's how I wanna go... battling aliens), our doppelgangers eliminating us and stealing our identities (a growing concern for most), ghosts...

I came across this pic while looking for ghosts

- THAT is a sexy ass ghost. Cheer up, fellah, I think she digs you! If ghost start killing people by means of paranormal sexiness, perhaps I'd sign up. If only we got to decide how we go.

But, no one talks about the end of our lives, people reflect on the life journeyed - unless you die in some hilarious manner

Some of us will be like Iron Man - starting out an asshole, but becoming a hero.

Some like Groot - your life gets blown up and you get to start fresh

Some will become something a bit mutated due to the sins of others

Some will get tagged on to the adventures of others cuz they shine so brightly :)

Still others will start lame, get lamer, and die lame :)

Hell of a movie. It's been a hell of a journey. Thanks, Avengers peeps!

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sopewriters · 7 years

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Snap pt.3 [M]

Previously in the Series: Part 1 | Part 2

Pairing: Hoseok X Reader; Yoongi X Reader (as of now)

Genre: Drama, Humor (an attempt?); Exorcist!AU

Word Count: 2.5K

“Leave, and never return.”

“Why?” The voice is rough, the words simple: an elaborate mask. “Why should I?”

A hand shoots out, grabbing his, and leaving behind scars and screams.

It’s Monday.

You wake up to rain pattering outside your window, a comforting rhythm that nearly lulls you back to sleep. You manage to right yourself, drowsily sitting up and reaching out a hand for your phone, which blares Dope out loud for the world to hear.

It is quickly silenced, as you scramble out of bed. Today’s the day, after all, and you can’t afford to let it go wrong. There’s something different in the air, but you don’t pay it much mind as you go about your daily routine. That routine, unfortunately, involves having to go downstairs and bid goodbye to husks of people, those who once cared for you.

“Bye mom.” You say quietly, into the still air, “I’m going to school now.”

There’s no answer, as expected, from the woman occupying the corner sofa; she just stares outside blankly, with glassy eyes. Vacant, soulless and empty, as usual. You would need to be insane to ever expect otherwise.

You close the door quickly. You don’t want to see her any longer than you need to.

The ride to your university is the same as always, with you plugging in your headphones and staring out the bus window absently. The rain makes it difficult to see though, and you thank the heavens above for giving you the foresight to have prepared yourself for the rain.

You see Taehyung as you rush inside the building, shaking close your umbrella. Well, you don’t exactly see him; instead, you get the shit scared out of you when his hands cover your eyes, large and warm.

“SHIT!” You screech, and feel the familiar cold tingle of the blue fire dripping from your fingers, only to blink stupidly when Taehyung laughs, dancing around, cackling manically, “TAEHYUNG!”

You chase him across the hallway, hands lit up despite knowing the holy fire can’t hurt him. Is it your fault that the redhead always tries so hard to piss you off? Of course not. Is it your fault that he’s literally asking for it? OF COURSE NOT.

“Get back here, you idiot!” You yell at him threateningly, immediately forgetting your previously sour mood, “Kim Taehyung, if I get my hands on you—”

“Calm down princess.” Jungkook ruffles your hair as he passes by, skillfully ducking to avoid your well-timed karate chop, “Don’t you have a class to get to?”

“Shut up, prick face.” You snap, craning your head to catch sight of Taehyung in the crowded hallway, “Where the fuck is that little ass hoe?”

“Who… Tae?” Jimin walks up, wrapping his arms around Jungkook’s waist and planting his face against his back cutely. As much as you hate to admit it, they look cute together, especially when you see Jungkook’s cheeks redden. Too bad they haven’t actually gotten together though, but it’ll have to happen eventually.

You don’t say anything, just nod, then glare at Jimin when he chuckles at you: the nerve.

“It’s not funny.” You definitely don’t pout as you cross your arms, “Stop laughing.”

“Wow.” Jungkook deadpans, leaping at the chance, “I’m so scared.”

“Ah, when do you have your summoning today?” Jimin interrupts, saving his future boyfriend’s life, “I think Hoseok hyung mentioned it before.”

“It’s at two.” You answer, still glaring spitefully at Jungkook, “It’s the only time he’s free apparently, and since this is my final project, my schedule doesn’t really matter.”

“Huh,” Taehyung’s back, and he slings a chummy arm around your shoulder despite your cold stare, “So what class do you have now then?”

“EE,” You say, “With this one.”

You jerk an angry thumb at Jungkook, who glares back at you. Jimin laughs nervously, hands coming up to block the two of you from staring at each other.

“Now, now,” He says nervously enough, “We’re all friends here!”

He doesn’t wait for a reply though, quickly tugging Taehyung away by his wrist toward…well, you aren’t sure. But they leave, and it’s only you and Jungkook staring at each other in disgust.

“Well, let’s go.” You mutter sarcastically as the two of you trudge up the stairs, “Fun.”

Your Elemental Exorcism class is as fun as you’d expect…which is not fun at all, really. Honestly, why do they expect you to take this class for more than one year? It’s only theory about the workings of the elemental magic possessed by demons, and how they could be theoretically used. Professor Jin’s class is much more useful, since it’s about practical applications and how you can actually control the demons. You’ve got a separate class for drawing demon circles, and other protection mechanisms which is justifiable…but this?

You hate it.

You hate the teacher too, a woman with the passion of a dried lemon. She gets on your nerves even quicker than Jeon Jungkook does, which is saying something. Honestly, the only reason you still attend this godforsaken class is because you’re expected to. But next year…. well, goodbye Felicia.

She’s not there, luckily, because you would’ve been subjected to nearly an hour’s worth of lecture, something you wouldn’t even have listened to, frankly. There’s only so much of the woman anyone can take, and you’re no exception to that.

“She’s not here yet?” You ask one of the students—a blonde, doodling on his desk—curiously, “She’s normally never this late.”

“Nah, she hasn’t come in yet,” The student smiles brightly, and you struggle to recall his name—Minhyuk, you think—as he shakes his head, “It’s really weird, but I wouldn’t question it if I were you.”

Almost on cue, the door is slammed open, and the old bat struts in, all pompous and glamorous as always. Except, this time, she seems a bit different.

“She’s smiling.” Minhyuk gasps in what can be described only as horrified fascination, and you can only nod, transfixed at the sight of her beaming face, “Why is she smiling?”

“That’s a good question.” Jungkook murmurs from where he’s sitting, “Who on earth died for her to be this happy?”

“Class!” She greets you cheerily, which is weird enough, “I’ve got some wonderful news to share with you all!”

“It’s going to be another project, isn’t it?” You muttered sullenly to some girl beside you—Hwasa—who only nodded in solemn agreement, “FML.”

“There’s been political unrest in the demon world lately,” She starts off, clasping her wrinkly, aged hands, “Hence why it’s getting increasingly easy to summon them. They’re not mentally stable enough to resist the call now, so we can get rid of as many as we want now!”

The entire class stares at her in a mixture of fear and wariness.

“Political unrest?” Hwasa frowns, “Wouldn’t that be…I don’t know, a bad thing?”

“Why would it?” Professor Woo counters, face growing even more wrinkled with her scowl, “I see nothing wrong here.”

“Well,” Jungkook speaks up, making the attention shift to him. His eyes are dark, almost serious, and you hold back a snort at the thought. As if Jungkook could ever be serious, please, “For starters, the entire Underworld’s practically in chaos now. If this uprising is serious, many of them are probably going to try and flee. And if that’s the case, we’d have a much tougher job on our hands.”

“That’s true,” Another girl chips in, So Hee, “While we’d definitely be able to consciously call for some of them, there are the ones that are coming uncontrollably that we need to factor in as well.”

You see, from the corner of your eye, Professor Woo’s arms beginning to shake, and know she’s at her limit; as expected, she finally yells loud enough for the entire floor to possibly hear.

“ENOUGH!” She hollers, and you didn’t think she could have that voice on her; you shrink back into your seat, never fond of loud voices, “I HAVE LET THIS GO ON FOR LONG ENOUGH!”

Everyone falls silent at that, and you notice Jungkook’s gripping the table with enough force to possibly break a chunk of it right off. Your attention switches back to your Professor though, watching as she breathes deeply to calm herself down.

“You know what.” She says, and you slump in your seat, “Open up your course books.”

And the rest of your course goes as normal, with you falling half-asleep over your opened books. Elemental Exorcism with Professor Woo has never been fun.

You don’t have any classes for the rest of the day anyway, so you head to the girls’ dorms. You don’t actually stay on campus, namely because you can’t afford to, but your university is cool enough to lend temporary rooms in case commute got too difficult.

You luckily find a room to stay in, dropping your bag by the door as you stagger inside, shrugging your jacket off. It was rainy in the morning, sure, but it’s sunny as hell now.

You check your phone: 11:43. You’ve still got 2 hours, roughly.

You take out your laptop, browsing uninterestedly through your Facebook Feed, liking posts randomly. It’s meaningless, you’ve grown to realize, because there’s so much work being put in for normal people that it’s easy to forget that you yourself can be normal sometimes too. You usually treasure these moments, but not now, not anymore.

You see you’ve got a message, which is rare, in itself, and your eyes widen when you see who it’s from.

My Cutie~ (3) 11:47 AM

Hands shaking you move your mouse over the message, hesitating, before you tap your finger against the mousepad. The message takes an agonizing amount of time to load, and your heart begins to hammer furiously at your chest in terror. And then, it shows. And the messages you see make your breath stop in fear.

My Cutie: sis, I need to tell you something

My Cutie: hurry up and answer me

My Cutie: just HURRY

You push yourself away from your desk hurriedly, shoving your laptop into your bag with fumbling fingers, and beeline it out of the room. Your breathing’s grown heavy, and you don’t—can’t, actually— notice anything as you shove past people, heading straight for the stairs.

It seems like forever for you to catch sight of those red locks, and you fling yourself at Taehyung, all shaking limbs, who manages to catch you just fine. Your legs tremble, just like the rest of you does, and you sag into his comforting warmth. Taehyung has been with you for a long time, and his embrace feels like the home you’ve lost.

“Yah, Y/N.” He says softly to you, and you just shake your head, burrowing your face into his shoulder, “Come on, let’s go and talk—”

“Tae.” You say, teary, and he falls silent, meeting your watery eyes with his soft browns, “Tae, he messaged me, but he’s gone, it can’t be.”

“Y/N, what are you talking about?” He asks you seriously, giving up and tugging you by your wrist over to a corner, so that the two of you can talk undisturbed. Your nerves tingle, and air escapes your lungs as a rattling breath, giving away just how shaken up you are.

Taehyung is worried, obviously, and he has the right to be, especially at your next words.

“My brother, Taehyung,” You whisper out, but it sounds so loud, ringing through the hallways as though being screamed, “My dead brother just messaged me.”

“What have you done?” She whispers, words flicked away by the wind, just like the ashes, “You monster.”

There’s silence, only silence.

And you scream.

You meet Hoseok at two, as promised. He’s already waiting for you, a half grin on his lips that dies when he sees the lack of smile on your normally pleasant features.

“Y/N, is something wrong?” He asks urgently, getting up from his seat, “We can always reschedule—”

“No.” You say quietly, forcing a smile onto your lips and the next words from your mouth, “It’s nothing serious Hoseok, don’t worry about it.”

“Alright, if you’re sure,” He says doubtfully, but his gaze turns grave, serious, “Just remember you need to be completely focused for this, Y/N. There’s no turning back once we start.”

“I know.” You respond, though a part of you still rings with uncertainty, “Let’s get started, shall we?”

“Okay.” Hoseok looks hesitant, before his hand rests lightly on the crown of your head, carding through your tangled locks, “Just…tell me if anything seems off, okay? I’m here for you.”

“Y-yeah.” Your cheeks turn red, and you stutter your answer to the boy’s youthful grin, taken aback by the display, “U-uh.”

Fortunately, he manages to save you from any more embarrassment by turning around, so that his back faces you, as he fishes something out of his backpack. You take a deep breath, willing yourself to forget everything and just relax, focus, don’t mess this up.

Hoseok returns with a dagger, and his hazel eyes are serious, posture rigid, and you see none of the previously smiling, carefree, boy that you’ve seen recently. This Hoseok looks more mature, more focused, just more. It’s nice to see him so occupied.

“Ready?” He asks, breaking you from your reverie and you snap out of it, quickly nodding your head. Your hip feels heavy, adorned with a set of metal cuffs you procured from your professor.

It’s already dark, but the two of you cover up the windows as much as you can, trying to cast the room in complete darkness. The light would only disturb everything, but Hoseok is supposed to stand by the window so that they can shine it on the demon when it appears.

This is a Fire Demon so you’ve got to be the most careful at that step; the part before is much easier, and you carry out the ritual as planned, as simply as your book says it’s supposed to be. It’s only when you’re supposed to use the dagger that things get complicated.

You carefully balance the knife so that it’s tip touches the sensitive pad of your index finger, and quickly let it pierce your skin and pull it back. According to your book, precisely one drop of blood is enough, but that’s where things go wrong. Your finger bleeds more than expected, and a dizzying amount spills out before your mind connects and your other fingers wrap around it—but the damage is done.

You look up in terror to lock eyes with Hoseok—who looks just as shocked as you—and he just manages to mouth ‘MOVE BACK’ before you’re thrown back with a huge force that causes you to hit your head against the wall. You groan pitifully as you crumple against it, and blearily watch, through your swimming vision, as Hoseok is slammed back against a covered window by a dark mass.

And, very slowly, a pale hand reaches out from it, wrapping around the column of Hoseok’s throat.

Written By: Midnight

Next in the Series: Part 4 (coming soon)

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6/22/17

Tried to do the arduino mod on my controller, fucked it up. Had to throw away the controller i learned to play on.

Luckily the spare will just gave me is fucking beautiful. The joystick is wonderful, could’ve been a straight conversion into my old shell.

However, there’s some quirkiness to the L button on his shell. It doesn’t click when it presses in, so it feels squishy when pressing it, like it doesn’t have to depress all the way and so it feels slightly more responsive. Sometimes I push too fast and do empty short hops because my input is coming during jumpsquat, but this is rare. I like it a lot, and it’s fitting to have a black back in mourning of my old controller.

So what I’m practicing today is all sorts of l button stuff. I did a lot of lasers to make sure that it doesn’t do turnarounds when I don’t want them to, but satisfied with that I moved on to just waveshining and wavesurfing for a long time. A tonnn of time like 20 or 30 minutes just to see if it felt right. It really is weird. Also did about 5 or 10 minutes of ledgedashing. I was practicing retreating cam dash dashaway lasers as well for a bit because I wanted to try that mixup sometimes. Tried some wavelanding on platforms, but that turned into me just trying to get used to runoff z-nair fastfall. It’s weird, feels like even when you get the fast fall you kinda float around a lot longer than you do when you dair. I’m sure that’s real because of the downward displacement of dair and the lower hurtbox touching the ground earlier. But I was trying to pay attention to how far nair will touch, I believe it’ll hit someone in the very center of the platform, but not anything past it. I know at the furthest edge you can do sh ff dair, the close tip you can do runoff dair, but not sure what to hit that third quadrant. Nevermind, just played with it for two minutes. More accurately you can attack far outside edge with shff nair/dair/bair. You can attack outside middle with shorthop ff nair if you jump a hair early or you can do sh ff bair. center middle you can hit with sh dair no ff or runoff nair, inside edge you can do shff dair or shff bair. Other than that little test I wrapped up with about 5 minutes of alternating shield drops and hi-mid laser isai drop lasers whenever my shield would get close to breaking. For some reason my leftward shield drop feels realllly easy, so I was practicing some aerials into it. Also feels important to practice this immediate-double-click doublejump dair/nair to techchase on platform as quickly as physically possible. I think it could be super important on dreamland especially hold on... ooooh yeah that’s sick. You can start dair at the peak of that doublejump and you’re close enough that it’s already hitting a standing sheik. So you can fastfall immediately and not worry about hitting too high. Bair barely even has time to come out if you do it and fastfall at the peak. Def super vital to be a little bit quicker.

I still want this to be the quickness year. I’m glad i’m focusing on wavesurfing and movement options, it’s all I’ve been doing in my handwarmers too. Next time I really need to keep doing more rising and falling platform movement, mentally note when and where I can do some tricky shines and still land on platforms like PP does. Dude’s a beast. Also gotta break down Chi’s scrimming with him and see what I can pick up. Probably gonna take notes of it on here tomorrow at work.

Excited for BMR2. As a general tourney thing I had one of my worst and best tournaments this week. Monday I stayed up all night (like 1.5 hrs of sleep, had to wake up early for a scholarship function) watching doctor who and it tottttally impacted my play. I thought I was sandbagging but I was so sleep deprived I didn’t realize how bad I was fucking up too. Got kinda mad at forte for how we placed in doubles, but I did it to myself in singles, too. Double 0-2. Blegh. But then the next day after a full night’s sleep I came in second in a no-pr’d player bracket. Fucking dope. Lost to a marth, he started catching me on recovery tactics I usually fool him with over and over again. Then mixed things up and beat him 3-2 in losers. Then in grand finals lost to a peach 2-3. It was kinda disappointing, a lot of his mixups were catching me off guard, but until the last game I felt like I had his number. I did some amazingly stupid suicide dairs chasing a combo that I thought he’d DI in on even though peach literally never DIs in for it it’s like impossible to get that hard a DI in anyway and I know it, but I just felt hella compelled until game 4. Then game 5 idk I got a huge mental block on pokemon trying to think of ways to approach. Now that I think about it (as I also did yesterday) I realize most of the sets I lose have games dropped on pokemon. It tears me up to not play on my comfort stage of battlefield when it’s a regional so I’m more likely to play people I don’t know, but I want to better familiarize with dreamland and pokemon these two weeks so I’m going to try to focus on them. also as a final note I got some of the dopest fucking combos I’ve ever hit yesterday. Some great little bits of material for the combo vid. Can’t wait until Choi starts work on it.

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