#duskwood richy x mc

[hacked-by-jake]

𝗗𝗪 𝗕𝗼𝘆𝘀 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗰𝗰𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗰𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺 "𝗕𝗮𝗯𝗲"

Characters: Jake, Richy, Dan, Thomas, Phil, Alan

Warnings: None, I guess. Phil got slightly suggestive but it's Phil so. Oh, and no beta read.

A/n: Hey, look what this is. A little, silly, headcanon thingy. What can I say? No idea how I came up with it. But I was bored. Don't expect too much. It's small and it's silly, as I said. Hope you like it anyway. 💚

𝗝𝗔𝗞𝗘

Oh boy, he would freeze on the spot and be unable to move.

He would stare at the table as if he could set it on fire with his eyes. Although he has clearly heard the nickname, his mind needs a few more moments until it has seeped through every cell of his body and the real meaning breaks over him.

You could swear the man is starting to shake with tension.

He is completely shocked that you give someone like him a pet name and indirectly express your feelings for him.

On the inside he explodes with joy and in his imagination a tear rolls over his cheek which he holds back in reality with everything he has.

Either way, he would be absolutely powerless against the crooked grin which is slowly creeping over his lips, so he does nothing but let it happen.

He has clenched his hands into fists and his cheeks turn slightly red in embarrassment but he has to hear it again.

"Can you repeat it?" he would whisper with broken voice.

You would of course repeat it and it would burn into his memory and he is one hundred percent sure that this is the most beautiful thing he has ever heard.

If possible his love for you would increases even further and if you would ask him right now to commit a murder for you then he would only ask which weapon you want him to use.

If he were to stand, his knees would probably give in and he would collapse.

He’s completely at your mercy.

𝗥𝗜𝗖𝗛𝗬

Pah, the hyperactive rubber ball would lose all composure.

He would look at you with the widest grin and you would be worried that his cheeks would tear open as much as he smiles at you.

He would wrap his arms around you to pull you happily in for a hug. Probably the hug is a little too tight.

He would kiss your forehead and then rattle down all the pet names he can think of to test what would be the best name for you and how it feels to pronounce it.

He would continue without interruption throughout the entire day.

𝗗𝗔𝗡

Pff, Dan is a macho.

That man would immediately start grinning like the greatest charmer and would tease you with it.

"Well, see, see, babe it is now, huh? Took long enough. But I’ve known for a very long time that you call me that every night in your dreams, I mean, how could you not"

He would smirk sinfully before placing his arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer to kiss you.

Then he would whisper "I love you too, babe" against your lips.

𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗠𝗔𝗦

What should happen? The guy’s a puppy through and through.

He would look at you like he was your pet and you just showed him his favorite little toy and he would be waiting for you to finally throw it so he can bring it back to you happily.

You can swear that you see his eyes getting a little wetter but he would say "I have something in my eye" to distract but you know of course that it’s just an excuse and would have to grin about it.

He would kiss you gently and tell you how much he loves you, of course not without also using a pet name for you.

In his head, however, he already plans that you both move into an apartment together, how you get married and have children and lead the happiest life until the end of your life.

𝗔𝗟𝗔𝗡

First of all, he would warn you and ask you how many times he has told you not to use his police radio at home to "call" him. He has a private phone with which you can make calls very well.

But then he would have to concentrate completely on not grinning broadly and would tell you that in his lunch break would come home so that you can continue talking there.

The rest of the shift he’d be a little grinning idiot no matter what case he’s working on.

After he came home, he would wink at you and confess how much he enjoyed you calling him that and telling you to always call him that.

Of course, you will do it with utmost pleasure. Of course, you'll be using the police radio.

𝗣𝗛𝗜𝗟

He would smile cheekily and answer you. But of course not without using the same pet name at the end of his sentence and emphasizing it extra strongly.

He would stop cleaning the bar to come around the counter grab you by your hips.

Of course he would kiss you and then whisper in your ear.

"Babe? That’s fucking hot, I think I can go home earlier tonight, the others can do the rest on their own. We should go home urgently."

It's obvious that he would wink at you.

[incorrectnessduskwood]

Richy: If you want my advice- Dan: No offense but you’re the last person I want relationship advice from. You tried to kill your significant other. Multiple times. Richy: First off, that was before we started dating. Secondly, they’ve also tried to kill me. MC: It’s true. It was mutually attempted murder.

[mysteriouslover1516]

IMAGINE:

As the young mechanic headed back to his shop, he couldn't help but feel somewhat remorseful for how far he was taking this whole situation. Why couldn't he just confess to it all? He sighed as he approached the garage door, the blood red paint smeared in the signature mark of the raven. If he hadn't had felt so guilty about leading everyone astray, he would have felt pretty good about how precise the form and body of the bird had turned out. Brushing those thoughts aside, he quickly clicked on MC's contact.

Uhm, MC? I think I might have a problem

After sending the photo, he waited for MC's response. He already knew she was still online, meaning she would receive the message almost immediately. Why did he send the photo to MC first? Because she would provide an alibi for him, the video call providing witness that Richy was at the dare house when his shop was marked. His left hand found its way to his blonde, tousled hair as he started to run his fingers through it, a nervous twitch he had developed ever since he was ten. He felt guilty for using MC like this, especially since he had recently started to have feelings for her. He was using the girl he liked to his advantage, using her so he wouldn't be seen as a suspect. Oh god, what kind of monster was he becoming?

Ok, that's definitely a problem

MC took the bait, he had snagged her on his hook. Afterall, why wouldn't she believe him? There was nothing suspicious against him yet, meaning MC would trust him whole-heartedly. Not to mention it helped that he knew she had developed feelings for him as well.....

After sharing the picture with Jessy and the others, further reinforcing the group to follow the lead of the MWAF, Richy was just about to log off.

Take care of yourself

Richy smiled sadly as he read MC's message. Of course she was worried, in her mind's eye he was being threatened by a mad man, someone who would not stop to finish what was warranted. He hated that he was playing with her emotions, even though all he wanted to do was guard and protect them, to be entrusted with them; but here he was fumbling around and using them to his advantage.

Sure

One day everything would be okay, one day he would be able to love her without feeling guilty, right? Or at least he hoped.........No, he was bound to have a good ending, he could feel it.

[lyon-amore]

Sleep well my Angel Oneshot

⚠️ ATTENTION!⚠️  This story contains spoilers for chapter 10. If you are new, please don’t read this Oneshot. Thank you (I put notice because yes, it really happens that they saw spoilers XD) OneShot inspired by this song. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------

 Those shots had failed his plan. Richy hadn't expected Dan to have a gun. It could be said that, he couldn't go back to his original plan anymore.

 The wounded young man released Hannah, timing her to wake up so he could pretend he was still chained, too. His wounds would even make her believe that he was worse off than she was. Nothing better to hide the crime from her than by pretending that the kidnapper had taken it out on him.

 As soon as Hannah left, he started his latest plans. He had to tell the truth to the MC.

 Strange, MC didn't answer his call. He tried connecting to the chat on his own phone, since it had not worked with the unknown number. Only Jessy had written to him. Enough to at least tell someone the truth before ending it all.

He began to cry, knowing what he had done was wrong. The mistakes he had made to get there. Both in the past and present. He couldn't go back.

He looked at the mask that had been with him throughout his crime. He already had to disappear. He picked up the can of gasoline and began to soak everything. Fire was the best to erase any evidence. Eliminate the crimes from him. It wasn't just the shadow of the man without a face or Michael Hanson that was going to disappear. Also him. He took out the lighter with the logo of his business, the Rogers' garage, and watched the flame. The fuse that would light it all. He dropped it and watched how in a short time, the flames began to dance in the path he had prepared. He sat with his back against the wall, remembering all he'd done, the damage he'd caused. Surely, in his mind he would occupy Jessy, the person he had confessed his crimes to, but no. MC occupied it. The girl he'd threatened during her search for Hannah. He remembered how scared she was having faked his death, after sharing moments of laughter. That girl that he had tortured, had occupied a special place in his life, how could he have done that to her?

When he faked his death, she didn’t hang up the video call, she stayed there telling him that everything was going to be fine, despite the fact that he had already stopped "breathing", keeping the screen facing the sky. MC was still calling him. He had to crawl on the ground to pretend that they were taking his body but he kept hearing her screams. She had stayed with him until he really disappeared. She watching him "die". He made the bright days of hers no more. That everything they shared, disappeared. While he was sitting, he thought what would have happened if he could have talked to her, would she have accepted his apology? Would she have forgiven him? He was too afraid to know now. Too afraid of, if his plan had worked, he would have taken her hand with confidence. He wouldn't have been able to. Afraid that if she'd seen him, he'd just see the monster he'd become. The monster that already had to leave.

He sighed, noticing the heat of the fire. He was having trouble breathing. His body asked him to cough in order to clear his lungs of the smoke.    “Richy!” He heard her in the distance.     He opened his eyes, surprised by that voice. A female voice.    "RICHY! Where are you?!” Again he heard her.     He thought the smoke was making him delirious, so he didn't move. The place where he once was to take refuge, had turned into a firestorm.    "RICHY!" Third time. It couldn't be his imagination then.     With effort, he began to get up from the ground, beginning to walk in the direction where the voice had been heard. He could barely see through the smoke, but he had to keep going.

She couldn't stay here. She shouldn't be here now, she should have been reunited with Hannah by now. He couldn't do this to MC. The one who should be left in the mine is only him, not her. He would have to sleep forever.

He managed to see a female silhouette through the smoke, even heard her cough. He inched closer, and when he saw her, his eyes lit up.  “Richy!” The young woman threw herself into a hug, why was she still inside? "I found you Richy!" He listened to her as she wept between gasps for the fire.    "M-MC?" Richy asked, not knowing if he should hug her or not "What... what are you doing here?" He asked incredulously.    "I came to rescue you and Hannah" she replied, coughing ". I came to meet Michael, but I haven't found him."     No... It couldn't be... Hadn't she run into Hannah? MC continued to cough, about to fall over from weakness. Richy managed to hold her, while they sat on the ground to prevent her from falling.    "But Hannah is already out" Richy told her through tears. "What are you doing here? Why aren't you with her?"    "Because I promised Hannah that I would get you out of here" MC smiled at him, taking his hand "Alan took her out, Richy, he saved her. She's fine!"     Her smile was weak and Richy could see it. He denied with his head. She wouldn't have to be there anymore. He was crying for her now. Because she was stuck like him. He would have to be alone. Sitting alone waiting for him to die, while the ashes were scattered throughout the mine.    "No... You shouldn't be here..." Richy's voice was broken, with pain in his chest seeing her smile, "MC, I-"     He was going to continue with his confession, but he didn't manage to do it. MC got dizzy and Richy managed to hold her.    "MC!"     The girl held on to Richy's sweatshirt, looking at one of the bullet wounds.    "What...?" MC looked at him confused, trying to keep her eyes open "What has Michael done to you...?"     She hadn't noticed. She was so dizzy and confused that she hadn't thought those wounds were from the shots Dan had fired at him. Richy continued crying, holding her. He was too weak to pull her out of the mine, too.    "I'm sorry…" Richy whispered to her, between tears "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry…"     He held her close to him, listening to the difficulty in which she breathed. MC started to close her eyes, with a smile on her lips.    "I'm so sorry, MC" Richy continued, now that she already looked like she had fallen asleep ". I was the one who kidnapped Hannah, I was the one who threatened you" the boy's tears fell on the young woman's face "and now you're going to die... Because of me..."     Richy covered his mouth with one hand as he coughed, trying not to let MC out of his embrace. Little by little, he too began to close his eyes. It was a horror that she died… Another person that he dragged to her death.

She looked like an angel with her eyes closed. Sleeping. He was trying to stay awake, wanting to walk again. He had to get her out of the mines, but every time he got up, he slip, at least managing to prevent MC from falling out of his arms. He took in the smoky air. There was little time left for him. He saw a pair of dark shoes and, with cloudy eyesight, slowly looked up. He saw Death, dressed in black. His eyes penetrated his soul. Some cold eyes.    "Please... Please..." Richy spoke to him, crying "Let me burn... But save her from the flames, don't let her soul stay here in hell with me" He tried to separate her from him, carefully ". I have committed many sins, I have hurt my friends, she doesn’t deserve to be here burning with me, take her to a better place..."     Death nodded and he took MC into his arms. The girl opened her eyes a little and looked at Richy, extending her hand.    "Ri...Richy?" She whispered, wanting to reach him.     The blond made an effort to reach for her fingers to brush them. But he couldn't reach her. And he knew Death was impatient.    "We... We'll meet again..." Richy smiled, closing his eyes.     MC was also closing them, curling up in the arms of Death.    "Sleep my angel" Richy heard death speak. Thank you for choosing to have her saved instead of you... Your gesture will not be forgotten."     He smiled listening to his words.

 He would pay in hell for what he did, but, if MC was safe, then he would agree to burn for saving her.

[amerainne]

- Just in time -

pairing: Richy x Reader

warnings: spoilers for episode 10, a little bit of swearing

word count: 1167

A/N: If there are any mistakes, please let me know. English isn't my first languague and it has been a lot of time since I have wrote something in that language.

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It was time for your decision. You should've done this much earlier. Even thought no one wanted for you to come to Duskwood you have made up your mind. Even Jake couldn't stop you. You knew that they meant well for you, but stuborness is one of your traits. You wouldn't change your mind, even if everyone was against you going here. You could be in danger, but you didn't care if you could save your friends.

You quickly packed the most needed things - money, passport and a bottle of water. Your phone was flowing with new messages, but you didn't care. Deleting the notifications, you sent only one message.

,,I'm going to Duskwood".

By the time you got to Duskwood, you had plenty of time to rethink everything. But you still haven't changed your mind.

,,I'm here, in Duskwood." you sent, while leaving the bus. You wouldn't bother to read previous text messages. You were dedicated to save Hannah and Richy.

,,Where is the Ironsplitter?" you asked on the group chat. Cleo answeared your question, feeling bad beacuse they couldn't stop you from going here. If they wouldn't tell you, she was sure that asking around wouldn't scare you. But there were two things that you didn't know about... Just after that, you went straight to the waterfall.

But you weren't here alone.

,,Miss [L/N], am I correct?"

You jumped, at the sudden voice of someone from behind. The person came here from nowhere.

Shit... I was supposed to be here alone. That were the thoughts running in your head at that moment.

,,What are you doing here Alan?" you said looking at his uniform. It couldn't be anyone other than him.

,,I know what you're here for and I think that's dangerous. Your friends were worried about your safety, so they sent me here."

,,Do you know how to enter the mine?" you sighed and asked, without even looking at Alan.

,,Yes, I contacted an expert and there is only one entry. He was not trained for situations like this, but I am. From now on, we will talk later, when i would safely escort miss Donnfort and mister Rogers out of here."

,,No, no. I have to do it. Do you understand he wanted me here alone?!" you shouted, angry. ,,He could kill them if he sees you!" You were never so furious before. Alan was standing still, without saying a word. But then, he just turned around and started going somewhere.

,,Hey, didn't I just told you that he could kill them?!" you were still pissed at him, but also were following him. He found a hole, with a ladder in there. ,,Just stay here" he commanded.

,,No way that I will just stay here. I'm going with you." The officer just sighed and rolled his eyes. Now he has much more to do. Expect saving Richy and Hannah, he has to protect you.

By going further and further into the mine, you could feel the chills on your back. Maybe it wasn't the only factor of them, but you wouldn't admit it. Being a little bit scared, that's all. When you were almost at the bottom of the ladders, Alan helped you out. When you arrived at the ground, you started a search for your two friends.

Just after, you both heard something. Alan immediately reached for his gun, ,,Don't shoot randomly, please." You were scared. If you could hide right now, you would do it. In just one moment, you started to feel powerless. But you just couldn't lose your coolness.

,,Who's here?!" he shouted. ,,My name's Alan Bloomgate. Duskwood Police Department. I'm approaching you with my weapon drawn. Make yourself known immediatelly."

You couldn't believe it. You have had found Hannah. You instantly informed everyone, but the message wasn't sent and just noticed the last message from Jake.

,,I'm here too."

You couldn't believe your eyes. But you couldn't tell Alan that Jake is here. It wouldn't be good for anyone.

,,You're joking, right?" Not delivered.

,,Fuck." Not delivered.

,,Jake, just tell me you're joking." Not delivered.

Ugh, that damn prespection.

,,I'm going to escort miss Donfort and you're coming with me." he commanded again.

,,What about Richy?! I won't leave him there!" you were angry, again. Alan looked at you hopelessly. You were a hard case.

,,Okay. Looks like I don't have a choice." he gave you one of his guns. ,,It will be all on me. Use it carefully, please." Nodding your head, he took it as an okay. But you were scared of even holding a gun, what about using one. You just took it, trying to look calm enough so he could let you search for Richy. You went into the different direction.

You were so scared. You were here alone, with a kiddnapper, who hurt your friends and threathened you.

Suddenly, someone grabbed you by the waist, covering your mouth. You couldn't reach the gun.

,,Shh... Be quiet..." he whispered to you. You knew that voice. It was Richy. When he let go of you, you couldn't help and hugged him. The tears began to flow down your cheek. They both were safe. Finally.

,,(Y/N), I have something to tell you." he disrupted the moment you two just had. Scanning him whole, you noticed a gunshot wound. Your vision started to get blurry again, beacuse of the tears forming in your eyes. Taking a step back, you were against the wall. If you could call that a wall.

He looked at you with pity in his eyes. You added 2+2.

,,Why? Please tell me that's not truth." you were shocked. Shaking, trying to keep balance. Feeling all kinds of emotions at that moment. You couldn't even name half of them.

He told you everything, about the incident, why he did it. How bad he felt with all of this. Your feelings weren't rational at the moment. You were torn apart and didn't knew what to do.

On the one hand, you were angry at him. After everything he has done to you and everyone, but on the other one... You somewhat understood him. He didn't wanted Amy to take her own life, or kiddnapping Hannah. You knew deep down that he just wanted to confess, tell the truth.

You couldn't stop tears from falling down. Richy took a step forward and wiped away your tears. You haven't stopped him. In fact, you felt like his closness was what you needed. When he wanted to take away his hand, you grabbed it and placed it on your cheek again. You finally looked up, to see his glassy eyes.

,,May I?" he looked at your lips, asking for permmision to kiss you. You just nooded your head.

That moment felt like forever. Feeling of butterflies. It was just a moment, but what a great moment. It was just you two. Only if it could last longer.

Well... I think this mean that i forgave him for that.

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A/N: I was thinking about ending it later or maybe making part 2. I need to think about it ;w;

[layanasstories]

One shot - Burning Love

Prologue:

"They expect me to go. I want to go." I say to the hacker, who tries to convince me not to fall into the trap.

"You don't even know the area. Let alone find the entrance," he argues.

"I know. But this is the only way to get Hannah back." I grunt in frustration.

"Is that worth your life?" he tried in one last attempt.

"Yes! You know that I have more reasons to go than just for your sister. He... he killed him, right in front of me." the thought of what I had seen makes me sad. But angry too. I want my revenge, I want him to agonize as I did. "He's weak, Dan hit him. I know I can do this, I have to do this".

"Fine, I give up. Go if you must go" the hacker sounded defeated. "It was a great time working with you. I'll keep an eye out." then the connection was broken.

I was already in my car on the way to the mine. My navigation indicated ten minutes to my final destination. I'd already let the man without a face know I was coming. Now he waits for me.

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Burning Love

I stand next to my car and look up at the trees of the forest in front of me. I take a deep breath and close my eyes to feel the calmness of the forest, to take in the serene scent, because I know that this is the last time the forest can ever make me feel peaceful again. I exhale and take my phone out of my pocket.

Layana: I'm here

Unknown: I know

Unknown: Go straight for twenty meters into the forest. There you will find a hatch. Go inside.

Layana: Okay.

With the flashlight of my phone I illuminate the path into the woods. He knows I'm there, how? Is he the hacker after all? I ask myself. I shake off the thoughts and keep walking. After a few minutes I arrive at a place where the trees and bushes make way for a clearing, in the middle of the it is a hatch. When I reach out to grab the handle, I see that I'm trembling. The fear of the unknown that lies behind the hatch takes over me. "Come on Layana, you can do this! You have a reason a purpose." I try to encourage myself up. I open the hatch and carefully step inside. The mine tunnel is lit by lamps, I follow the light until I reach the end where the tunnel splits in two.

Layana: Left or right?

Unknown: Right

Unknown: Wait to walk, show Hannah the exit.

I stop walking and wait. Then I hear the sound of running feet and Hannah emerges from the darkness, from the left path. She grabs my shoulders and looks at me. Her eyes confused and full of fear. "It's him... it was him all along." she says frightened. "Who Hannah? Who is it?" I ask her abashed as I grab her shoulders too. "Richy!" she looks at me in horror, then she lets go of me and runs towards the hatch. I'm frozen in place, unable to move. Richy? No, that's not possible, right? He is dead. The man said so himself, he killed him. She must be confused by everything I try to convince myself.

Unknown: Continue walking

I can't think anymore and take my first steps in the right tunnel. I turn my phone flashlight back on. There is no turning back, I must and will carry out my task that lies before me. When I have walked for a few minutes and have taken a few turns I start to see light and the smell of petrol also hits to me. My feet slow down towards the open space I see looming ahead. He stands there in the middle of the room, with the mask over his head. A cloth is wrapped around his arm, exactly where Dan hit him with the bullet. He's weak, he's weak, he's weak. with that I convince myself to keep walking until I'm standing in front of him with about three meters between us. My breathing stutters from the fear I feel. I feel my tears welling up, of anger, the sadness, the pain.

"How dare you bastard!" I yell at him, to my own horror I take a spurt in his direction and want to grab him. But he is faster and grabs me by the throat. His arm is strong and his grip is only tightening around my throat. I hit his arm with my fists with all my might, but it doesn't hurt him. He takes a few steps to push me against the wall to be able to restrain me even more. I gasp, and slip on my feet a little, now hanging almost in his grip. The panic sets in because I'm starting to choke. I want to say something so that he lets go of me. He notices and his grip around my throat loosens slightly.

"Choose your last words wisely" he sneered. With my free hand I pull the mask off his head in one swift movement. Shakily I look up and in shock I look into the eyes I saw die before. "I love you" I say in unbelieve. The tears stream down my face. "Kill me. If that's what the man I fell for sees as the only solution." I beg him. The grip around my throat just tightens. He doesn't say a word and stares straight into my eyes. Eyes that are empty, cold and dark. As the grip only gets tighter and tighter, he bends over to me and places his lips on mine, he gives me a kiss, which says goodbye. I close my eyes and surrender to the fate that awaits me. "I wish we had met in different circumstances," he says eerily soft into my ear. With one hand he still holds me tight, I notice that I almost lose consciousness. I try one last desperate attempt to break free, but to no avail. With my blurry eyes I see that he takes something from his pocket with his other hand, I hear a click and the sound of a lighter. The bright light of the flame blinds my hazy gaze. The moment everything gets dark and I lose consciousness I see the flames rushing their way up the beams of the mine.

[diary-thinking]

! ! ! WARNING: It contains spoilers for Duskwood Episode 10 ! ! !

The oneshot itself takes place after Jessy and Thomas visited Michael Hanson's house.

Special thanks again to @captainwanderlust78 🥰

fem!MC x the one behind the mask of the MWAF

I took a deep breath. This situation was so overwhelming and yet I was sure that I was right.

I quickly put the new sim-card that I got from a gas station on my way here into my old cell phone and started it, downloaded the Messenger and set up a new profile. I needed a profile that Jake couldn't read.

Then I grabbed my actual phone and opened Messenger. My phone hovered over the connection to Hannah's phone for a moment before I opened it and opened the messages, specifically the chat with the Man without a face.

I bit my lower lip, still undecided if what I was doing was really right.. and I knew that wasn't so true. It was right for me. But not in general.

I quickly typed my message.

Before I had any more doubts, I tapped send and stared at the screen uneasily, waiting for something to happen. It really didn't take long and the short ringtone on my old cell phone told me that I had been added. I deleted the message - luckily in the meantime I had considered the possibilities that I could delete the message without Jake noticing that this message had been sent. He would eventually make it if he tried.. but why should he? At the time, he hadn't noticed that I had had a brief exchange with the Man without a face in the chat.

I disconnected Hannah's cell phone and turned off my original cell phone completely. I couldn't imagine it, but I didn't want Jake getting into my microphone because I wasn't responding.

I took another deep breath as I grabbed my old phone and opened Messenger again. A sad smile appeared on my lips as I read the faceless man's message. It was too obvious.. and yet my heart was beating fast in my chest.

My finger hovered over the send button again for a moment. I didn't want to be sure, but there was too much to suggest. The realization hurt me. It was almost worse than the pain that gripped me when I thought about watching Richy die.

But from the insights I had gotten through all the research and the others and the way I got to know Richy.. I just couldn't imagine that he was there with an absolutely bad intention. I needed to know, and I didn't need any interruption from the others or Jake.

I press the send button. My gaze never left the chat and I saw that another message had started but not been sent. Multiple.

I sent my last message and put the phone down for a moment. I had to move. Get out. I couldn't take it like that, and I couldn't just sit here in this motel room and see if anyone would end up getting hurt, even if it was from some act of heroism.

I slowly stood up and stretched briefly. Without further ado, I tied my blond hair into a ponytail so that only a few strands fell out at the front. Then I grabbed my black leather jacket, which I put on in one quick movement.

I returned to the table, picked up the phone and again a sad smile appeared on my lips as I read the reply.

I could really imagine how Richy – wherever he was – sat sighing in front of the smartphone. I knew he didn't want me to come here..or not for those reasons anyway. And certainly not that our first meeting would expire too.

Then he went offline.

I nervously fiddled with the zipper on my leather jacket, stared at the screen of my old phone, and sighed. I had so much faith in Richy and I just hoped I wasn't wrong. Normally I had a knowledge of human nature that I could rely on.. but that wasn't an everyday situation either.

I grabbed my purse and slipped my old phone into it. For a moment my gaze fell on my actual phone and I wondered if I should turn it on and make some excuse for the others about my extended absence..

I didn't want to take it with me. Jake could track me even if I turned off location sharing. But ever since he had to flee and made himself a temporary home somewhere.. I was 100% sure he was in the vicinity of Duskwood and I didn't want him to find me with Richy. I even got the new sim-card for my old cell phone, so I wasn't logged into the same WiFi network as my current cell phone. I could only hope that it would be enough.

I gathered up another blanket and put it in my purse before grabbing the room keys and leaving the room. I opened up the Maps app on my old phone and made a little detour to a small grocery store where I picked up some fruit, sandwiches and water - Richy had been "dead" for a few days now and I wasn't sure how well he had provided food in his hiding place.

A little later I found myself a little behind the dare house. It actually took a little longer than I thought to find the way, but I finally found the house. I sit down on a fallen tree trunk and look around a bit. The sun's rays shone sporadically through the trees while a few birds could be heard in the distance.

I took a quick look at the cell phone I used to communicate with Richy and checked the time. If he really did stick to it, he should show up at any moment and that only made me more nervous. If I was already so nervous overall, I was even more so now.. not only that it could be totally dangerous, no, I was about to face Richy. Richy, with whom I got along well from the start. Who made me laugh even when the situation seemed hopeless. Who, hard as it was for me to admit under the latest circumstances, had slowly won my heart.

"You actually came.." a quiet voice murmured to my left, tearing me out of my thoughts. Startled, I looked up and actually saw Richy, who looked at me apologetically.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you again," he said, walking towards me. I slowly got up and brushed the dirt off my pants. Then I looked around, grabbed Richy's hand and pulled him further into the forest with me, further away from the dare house. "Call me paranoid, but I don't want you to get caught." I said quietly while Richy had meanwhile adjusted to my walking pace. I could feel his eyes on me, but I couldn't focus on that right now.

After a few seconds of silence we came to a small clearing with a hill going up on one side. A larger couple of rocks lie there and you could see Duskwood Lake in the distance from here, which made me smile for a moment. I thought of Jessy, who had shown me another part of the lake.

"I think this should be good," I murmured, letting my gaze wander as I approached the stones. I became embarrassingly aware that I was still holding Richy's hand and let go of it so that I could get the blanket out of my purse - and at the same time I was able to hide my blushed cheeks because I felt his eyes on me again.

"I brought some fruit, sandwiches and water.. I didn't know if and what you've eaten in the last few days." I said quietly while I put the bag down with the one on the stone and then finally got up and  turned back to Richy. I was surprised to find that he had come very close to me and before I could react I felt his arms around me. I gasped briefly, only to wrap my arms around him before he took that wrong and pulled away again. I buried my face in the crook of his neck and hugged him tightly while inhaling his scent - it was a cross between shower gel and forest, so I assumed that wherever he was hiding he also had a shower available. But overall he seemed quite fresh, maybe he had stayed in the Hanson house after all? Was it just waiting for the police to leave?

"I.. I'm so, so sorry, MC.. also and especially that I scared you with the calls.." he whispered softly into my hair and I could hear that he was serious. He sounded so desperate, so... close to tears.

I pulled away from him a bit, without undoing the hug itself, and looked up at him. A sad smile sat on my lips as I studied his face. "I know.. I know." In his eyes, which he had also focused on me, small tears glistened and he looked very worried, but also incredibly tired. He doesn't seem to have shaved the last few days either, because stubble adorns his chin.. and that suited him outrageously well.

Without thinking too much about it, I released one arm and put my hand to his cheek, gently stroking my fingertips across his cheek. "I know, Richy," I repeated. "Come on.. let's sit down, eat and you'll explain everything to me." I suggested and now completely pulled away from him, to which he gave a short nod.

Together we spread the blanket on the floor and sat on it so that I could take the groceries out of my purse. I pushed the fruit and a sandwich over to him, as well as one of the water bottles, which he acknowledged with a grateful smile, but didn't take any of it yet. He sat down so that he could lean against one of the rocks, keeping his eyes on me the whole time.

I sat cross-legged on the blanket so I was facing him and could meet his gaze. I grabbed some of the grapes I had brought and ate them slowly.

"So.. where do I start? It's actually all related to what happened with Jennifer back then.. but it wasn't just Hannah and Amy who were involved, it was me too.. indirectly. Hannah and Amy stopped by our workshop and...", Richy started to talk quietly. He held my gaze the whole time, occasionally pausing in his narration and then reveling in his thoughts for a brief moment, but I didn't interrupt him, I just waited. It was all heavy on his soul, I could see that from him and from what it sounded like to me he hadn't spoken to anyone about it except at last with Amy, before she took her own life.

“.. and somehow.. it all slipped out of my hands. I was so panicked and made the wrong decisions. Amy's suicide scared me so much and when Hannah spoke to Amy that she had proof.. I don't know..", he finished and stared down at his hands, in which he was holding one of the sandwiches. I got up and sat next to Richy so I could rest my head on his shoulder. So he would know I was there.

"You were panicked and desperate.. I don't know how I would have reacted if I were in this situation. But the first instinct is usually the one that is often not the right one.. but it's okay. You screwed up, yes, but you know it." I said quietly to him and raised my eyes so that I could look at him. A sad smile formed on his lips.

"Yeah, maybe..." he answered before biting off the sandwich again.

"Where's Hannah now?" I asked him after a few moments of silence while he ate. Richy looked up again and looked at me. "She's still in Michael Hanson's abandoned house. She's fine, don't worry.. I've always brought her food and drink, she's not tied up or anything and you can actually take a normal shower and use the toilet and everything.. she's just in a cordoned-off area,” explained he calm. "But I'm going to end all of this now, don't worry.. I should have done that much sooner."

I nodded slightly and placed my head back on his shoulder. Richy put the half-eaten sandwich on the blanket next to him and brushed his hands off before he took mine and interlaced our fingers. A small smile lay on my lips as I watched our intertwined hands. My skin tingled where he touched me and my stomach felt like it was pounding. I was glad that I had enough control over myself that it wasn't obvious what his touch triggered in me.. even if I had a guilty conscience at the same time, I couldn't and didn't want to deny my feelings for him. I knew the whole story now, and no matter what happens next, I would support Richy.

"What's your plan now?" I asked him while tracing small circles on his skin with my thumb. Richy shrugged slightly, just enough not to push my head away. "If I knew that.. I will definitely release Hannah. And then... go to the police. Face me, probably go to jail." he said and sighed.

I bit my lower lip. It was crazy and.. I didn't know how to do it either, but.. "You can always come to me, you know?" I said quietly, raising my head to look at him could rest my chin on his shoulder. I knew my cheeks were flushed again, but I didn't care. I wanted to look at him, to let him know with my eyes that I was behind him.

Richy actually looked at me very surprised after hearing my words. A small smile played on his lips again. He squeezed my hand gently, but then shook his head. "I appreciate what you're offering.. but I'd like to try to make the right decision. And I've been silent before, I don't want to walk around with such guilt feelings again without being able to talk about it..." he replied.

I smiled at him. I knew he was making the right decision and I was happy about it, but if he'd gone along with that suggestion I would have helped him—even if it meant keeping my new friends at a distance more than I wanted to . If, when everything about Richy came out and they noticed that I still support him, they still wanted to be in contact with me. I could imagine that in the end they would not only be disappointed with Richy.

"Come on.. you should be back at the motel before dark.. the faceless man won't harm you, but still I'd feel more comfortable if you got back before dark. And I'm going to take Hannah to the police.” Richy then said after we sat in silence for a few minutes.

I nodded reluctantly, I could have sat here with him forever. I lifted my chin off his shoulder so he could stand up - although he didn't let go of my hand.

He carefully pulled me up. I looked up at him, examining his face carefully. He met my gaze again, that sad smile on his lips. "Thank you, MC..", he said quietly and raised his free hand, which he gently stroked over my cheek.

I stared at him, wanting to kiss him, and his touch didn't make it much better. I didn't know where it was coming from right now.. maybe because I wasn't sure when I'd be that close to him next. Or when I would ever see him again. But.. I didn't want to sit there later and wonder how it could have been.

I took a step closer to him, maintaining eye contact. "Richy..." I mumbled while letting go of his hand and instead cupping both hands on his face, gently pulling him closer to me and placing my lips on his.

I knew I had surprised him - not for the first time today. But it only lasted a moment before I felt his arms around my waist again, how he put them around me and pulled me even closer and how he kissed me back. I smiled into the kiss even though I could feel the tears stinging my eyes.

[ntoraplayschoices]

Duskwood after episode ten(Spoilers)

SPOILERS FOR EPISODE TEN!DONT READ THIS IF YOU HAVENT PLAYED IT YET,THANK YOUUU

 Author's note:Hello everyone!I hope you're all doing well!

The finale left me speechless man :') there's also a lot of angst and feelings going on with the identity of who the man without a face is,and eventhough most of us were suspicious of Richy,it still hurt :')

So I wrote this!Hopefully you'll enjoy.

 A you can probably understabnd,titles aren’t my forte.

Richy's relationship with MC can be both platonic or romantic,and  MC is gender neutral.

Enjoy! :)

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   Your eyes stared at the screen for what felt like hours.You could hear your heart pumping loudly and your fingers hurting from how tightly you held your phone.You tried to swallow but you barely managed-the lump in your throat was to thank.

Too much was happening too fast and you found it difficult to manage.Richy being the man without a face and also having to watch Jessy-a person you grew to care for and love- sob at the revelation.Richy's words and Jessy's cries echoed in your mind.The screen had gone black.

Nothing.

You found yourself looking at your reflection briefly.What were you supposed to do?This time you had no "lead" and no one to follow.You were truly on your own,as you guessed Jessy wasn't in a position to explain-but neither were you .

Richy.Richy.A person you grew to laugh with,to talk with,to care for...A person you'd trust with your life.

You bitterly laughed at the irony.The person you would trust with your life was probably the same person who wouldn't hesitate to take it.

"God," you mumbled as you buried your head in your knees.

How could he do such a thing?How could he lie to you like that-God all those lies...

How he trusted you,how he cared for your wellbeing-how he felt sorry for you.

You laughed bitterly once more,throwing your head back.

How he faked his death.How you felt responsible,how you cried and cried for what seemed like hours.

How easy was it for him?

A sour expression took over your face.

You raised your hand and looked at the screen.

You wanted to open it and give Richy a piece of your mind-he made you feel used,betrayed and overall like a piece of trash.

You wanted to make him feel like you did.

You wanted to degrade him,to insult him,to make him feel as horrible as you did!

But something held you back.You cursed at yourself and threw your head back again,closing your eyes.

You felt your eyes burn and your throat tightening.You tried to take some breaths in but that didn't help.Soon a sob escaped your mouth-and then another.The tears flowed freely.

How could he do this to you?

You thought you were friends.

Did he ever even consider you his friend?Even for a minute?Did he care about you?

A loud sound left your lips as you found yourself leaning on the floor.

He must have hated you since you joined and started investigating.

You winced and shut your eyes,more sobs escaping your mouth.

He never cared about you.It was all fake.The only way to characterise his behaviour is to call it sadistic,maybe he enjoys hurting people and that's why he befriended you.So he could see you fall apart.

That was the only reasonable explanation.

You threw your phone across the room.It made a loud sound as it collided with the furniture-or the wall,you didn't really pay any attention to where it fell.You were more focused on calling Richy any name that existed on earth,from "traitor" to other words that had never left your lips before.

You wanted to hate him so much but for some reason you couldn't.

You leaned on the floor,sobbing as the tears fell from your eyes freely.

Richy was someone you loved to joke around with,to talk with,to care for.He grew to be someone special to you,he made you care about him,just so he could make this hurt much more than it should!

You tried to breath properly but it just wasn't happening.Your breaths were short and uneven.

How could he do this to you?How could he lie like this to you?To everyone,to Jessy-Oh God Jessy!

You groaned and placed your head in your palms,rubbing your cheeks and forehead.You crawled across the room-not feeling like standing up- and grabbed your phone.You cursed under your breath at the shattered screen but unlocked your phone and tapped on Jessy's contact.

"Why is Richy online?"

You shut your eyes as a wave of new tears tried to spill and put a hand over your mouth in an attempt to hold back your sobs,however nothing worked. Jessy's last text,her reaction and her words returned.Your phone fell next to you.

You were sobbing and shaking,at this point not caring how loud you were.You imagined Jessy to be in the same state as you,something that hurt you even more.Jessy didn't deserve this-none of them did.

You breaths were unsteady and short.

How would you manage to tell them?

Another sob left your lips as you leaned on the floor.

You could imagine countless conversations with you revealing the man without a face's identity to your friends and your heart clenched more and more thinking about it.You didn't have the strength to do it-at least not now.

The idea of Richy-your sweet friend Richy being behind the kidnapping,the threatening phone calls,the fear and anxiety while he was also the man who eased your fears and worries,the one who could put a smile on your face was something you struggled to understand,even after seeing him take his mask off in front of you.

Maybe he was threatened by the man without a face to say everything?

You quickly shrugged the thought off,even now you tried to find a way to excuse him.

His lies and hypocrisy made your stomach turn once more.

The thought of him hurting you made you freeze.He had invited you as the man without a face to see him.What would he have done?

You felt your throat tighten once more and continued to cry uncontrollably.

It was clear to you that he didn't care about you one bit,everything was an elaborate lie to get you to like and trust him.Thinking back to your conversations,as painful as it was and despite how thoughtful he appeared to be,you could now see everything was obvious.You just did not want to believe it.

You rubbed your nose with the back of your hand,trying to calm yourself down.You took a few breaths and felt your heartbeat slowing down,beating in a much more natural rhythm.

However,as soon as your phone's screen started to lit up,everything changed.

 Dan

Hey uh...I called Jessy and she said something about Richy but couldn't really finish her sentence?You know anything?

 Your hand trembled as you tapped on his contact.

What makes you think I would know?

You stalled.You weren't sure you were ready to say it to anyone,it would feel much more real that way and you definitely weren't ready for it to become a new,accepted reality.

Dan's message made your lips curve up ever so slightly.

Come on boo,you always know everything

As soon as the fact you'd have to reply  came back,you took in a shaky breath.

I'm sorry.

That's the only thing that came out.Dan's response was simple,just a question mark.The answer though would have to be much more complicated to type out than a mere question mark.

It was Richy

Your eyes started to hurt.For a few seconds,silence.

Then,you heard your phone ringing.With a deep-and trembling- breath,you accepted the call.

"Hey Dan," you didn't know what else to say but hey.So you smiled,not bothering to make it look like an actual smile.

"What do you mean it was Richy?" he was unconsciously -or not- pretending to not understand and that made your work much more difficult.Yet you didn't blame him.You would have done the same if the man hadn't called you himself.

"He was the one behind everything Dan" you gave up,fresh tears started building up in your eyes and your shoulders fell."He kidnapped Hannah,stalked you,the one who followed Cleo,the one who-" you found yourself stopping,your throat tight as ever.You looked upwards,trying not to cry in front of the man.However your voice betrayed you.

"He's the one who attacked Jessy and threatened us and-" you couldn't speak anymore,your hand covered your face.Dan didn't react,not in a way you could hear him at least.

"That bastard," it came out what felt like hours of a long silence between you and for some reason,you chuckled while wiping your tears and finally looking up at him.

"Yeah,"

He was looking to the side.You guessed it was because he was trying to understand every word you said,and you thought there were tears in his eyes.

Aha.When he turned towards you,there was an unnatural glint to them.

"He's the one who messed with my car?" he asked,his voice low yet small and fragile.You shook your head."No,he said he didn't mess with your car.He didn't kill Amy either.At least not directly,he-"

Dan punching something next to you made you flinch and stop.

He cursed under his breath repeatedly before remembering you're also there.

"Sorry MC.I need-fuck," he chuckled dryly. "I don't know what.Probably a drink or two or twenty to-" he swallowed,"-to ...yeah," with that,he hang up.

You remained there,staring at the screen again.However this time not for long.You got a text from Thomas,which you opened hurriedly.

"MC.You have to see this" you read.You frowned,did he wanna show you something about Richy too?Anxiety settled again.

The picture that came soon after made you breath short breaths again.It was the mine,you thought.On fire.

I'm sorry.

Your immediate reaction was to text Jake,rushing to let him now and to get out of there quickly.However nothing went through.You run your hand through your hair and started kicking the floor with pathos.

After a while you thought to text Richy.Maybe a wrong  move,stupid even,but you felt like you had to.

No response.

You shut your eyes,wishing for everything to be a very realistic nightmare.

Minutes felt like days passing as you sat there,on the floor,leaning on something-you hadn't noticed what it was- behind you.However,your screen lighting up and your notification pulled you out of your state of... yeah,that.

It was Thomas again.

He's fine,he got out.

Your heart jumped and you grinned at the news.

Jake?, you asked to confirm.Thomas's text came almost immediately after.

Yes.

You grinned and thanked everyone out there for Jake's safe return.

However,Thomas's next message left you with very mixed feelings.

Richy too.

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P.S. word decided to crash :') it's fine now though,thankfully I just had to rewrite certain parts and not the whole story.

I do not really believe the "Jake saved Richy" theory but  it would be -really- cool if it's true and it serves my idea better so :') I hope you enjoyed.

Go listen to walls-not like actual walls,like  go listen to the song-,snack and drink water now :)

Thanks for reading!

Have a good day/evening/afternoon/night !

[hiramaris]

Jessy: Richy, can I talk to you for a second?

Richy: Yeah, what’s up? Lemme guess. You and Y/n are having problems and you want me to teach you how to kiss?

Jessy: What? No, stop that. I know how to kiss. I’ve read books.

[kifksh]

Estoy tan feliz de que haga gente que también shipee a Richy x mc 😭 busque por todos lados y nada! Pero me alegro que lo haya encontrado 🐟💖

[yubiina]

The long awaited Duskwood x Moonvale trailer is FINALLY DONE. I'm sorry it took me long it was so hard finding the right clips that set the mood for the type of edit I wanted I got completely blocked at some point 🧍‍♀️

(Also want to mention none of these clips and music is originally mine, all except Jake's voicemail. Please don't chare on any other platforms other than on tumblr without ny permission, thank u <3)

Enjoy! ♡

(I recommend u wear earphones for the best experience)

[hacked-by-jake]

Duskwood boys – their favorite way to pick up/carry you around.

Characters: Jake, Richy, Dan & Thomas

A/n: Tumblr suggested a post about this topic, so I was inspired by it and it’s not my idea. Unfortunately I lost the post so the credits for the idea go to the person. But I like this kind of writing and I wanted to do it for Duskwood, I wanted to start something like this for a long time. So if you have ideas that go in that direction, my requests are open for it. I hope everything is understandable and you like it. Have fun. 💚

Jake

Definitely piggyback but from the front. Hands under your butt to lift you up so that you can/ must wrap your legs around his hips, as well as your arms around his shoulders, and he can feel your body as close as possible to his. It it Jake, it makes him feel like you need him to protect you. He wanted to be your savior as always and it made him feel like he was. He could also keep an eye on you. Whether on you, on your figure, or someone else approached you, even if it was not possible in your apartment. But after such a long time on the run, he was a little paranoid. He could observe every little emotional change in your eyes on the spot and immediately take care of any discomfort on your part or similar. Besides, he was addicted to your kisses and that way he could perfectly combine both. But also, of course, bridal style was one of his go-to’s. He loves to carry you on hands in any situation, and this position allowed it almost literally. You were everything and you deserved to be treated like a royal.

Richy

Oh, he definitely loved taking you piggyback style, like a little backpack. Richy was quite and perfectly the most playful and funny. So he loved to piggyback you and then run with you. He loved hearing your laughter and the fun you have together. In addition, he enjoys the feeling when you have to completely cling to him. After all, this way he doesn’t have so many possibilities to hold you. So most of it to not fall down has to come from you, and he loved how much you trust him to still not let you fall and hold on to him. But Richy was also a fan of 'over the shoulder', also here, it was a very playful gesture and thanks to his job he had more muscles than you can see at first glance. And he loved to feel your trust when he carried you over his shoulder and you weren’t worried for a second because you couldn’t see where he was going but you trust him without ifs and buts that you can’t get hurt and he wouldn’t do anything bad to you.

Dan

Definitely over his shoulder. I mean, the man loves to flex his muscles and show them. His loveling hobby was the gym, and he was a little macho who was more playful than he would let you see if one spoke to him normally. So he loved to grab your legs and throw you over his shoulder and then carry you to his destination. Of course, this also offered him the perfect view of your butt and allowed one or two claps on this. He always commented that with a little, rough and kinda dirty laugh. But he was a gentleman through and through, as he himself always emphasized, so bridal style was also something of a duty for him. (Also because this gave you a good view of his biceps)

Thomas

Definitely the most bridal style, it just suited him the most. He was the little softie, nothing negative, who always wanted to carry his partners on hands and always wanted to take care if them completely. He wanted to make sure his partner could rely on him 100% every second and you could feel how much he loved you. Of course, the bridal style had a meaning for itself in general. But in this way he could always perfectly look at you with eyes filled with pure love, look into your face and make sure that you could absolutely let youself down and he would always carry you on. He would never let you go/fall.

[incorrectnessduskwood]

male!MC: Look at me in the eyes and be straight with me.

Richy: So, do I look at you or be straight? I can't do both.

[mysteriouslover1516]

IMAGINE:

I need your help

The young mechanic's breath quickened as his lock screen showed a text from MC, help with what? Was she starting to suspect him?

Uhm, you do remember that we have a paying customer in here?

Technically he wasn't lying, but maybe if he delayed the conversation she would forget? Highly unlikely.

Yes, I know

Richy sighed, might as well get this over. She wasn't gonna let up.

He is actually in the restroom right now, so if you hurry up...

Thanks Richy

A small smile tugged on his lips, as always sweet and polite. Ugh.

Can you think of anything to tell me about a "Jennifer" from Duskwood?

The phone nearly slipped from his hands as he read the text, how did MC know about Jennifer? And why was she asking HIM? Did she know his connection to the case? Oh god, this could be potentially bad and very catastrophic.

Quite a few things

I think I know three people with the name Jennifer in Duskwood.

He was bluffing, of course he was bluffing. He could feel the sweat on his hands starting to accumulate, how did she know about Jennifer???

It has something to do with the Duskwood Forest

Richy tugged on his hair, he knew EXACTLY what MC was talking about. And he was horrified, terrified, completely PETRIFIED.

You couldn't be talking about the girl that was found dead in the forest back then

Taking a deep breath, he reread the text he sent, honestly it sounded pretty calm, he hoped MC wouldn't be able to see through it.

To be honest I don't know yet

Okay, so MC didn't know everything about the circumstances involving Jennifer. This wasn't so bad after all, maybe....

I totally forgot about that. The whole town of Duskwood was up in arms at that time, as I am sure you can imagine.

He shook his head as if it would rid the awful memories from his consciousness, the guilt, the pain, it was inescapable.

What else can you think of?

As far as I know the killer was never found. They soon came to the conclusion that he wasn't from here and it didn't take long until Duskwood returned back to a state of normalcy.

Killer. He wasn't a killer, and neither was Hannah or......Amy. He hesitated as his inner demons waged war inside him, was he a killer though? Did he ultimately kill Amy by bringing her to the brink of suicide? He squeezed his eyes shut, willing the thought to release him from its torment.

Was there anything that indicated where the killer was from?

No, there was nothing. The three teenagers had buried the only form of evidence, the body. Richy had stolen the paper on the AMC Gremlin all those years ago, made it disappear. There was Nothing.

Well, I guess I don't know that much about the old case after all

What a piece of bull crap. He knew everything about Jennifer's death, as much as he wished he didn't. He wasn't innocent, the invisible blood on his hands still tormented him. Jennifer was dead.

But you know how people are. There are nicer things to think about than the thought of living next door to a murderer. And Jennifer wasn't from Duskwood either. So this makes the theory even more plausible.

Richy paused, the beginning question once again entering his mind. Why was she asking about the incident? About Jennifer?

But you don't think that Hannah has something to do with what happened back then, do you?

Unfortunately I do

He swallowed hard, if MC made the connection between Hannah and Jennifer, she would ultimately discover Amy's involvement, which would place him closer and closer to the burning flames.

Well I hope not.

"I wish not, I wish she didn't. I wish none of us did." He whispered underneath his breath, fist suddenly colliding with his desk. He didn't ask for this, why was this happening to him?

That happened at least ten years ago. Mmh, I think that's it. I don't know anything else.

I don't know anything else, that was one of the most bogus statements he had ever made in his whole life. He knew a lot about the incident, he knew too much. He wished it could have been different.

That was actually more information than I expected.

Chewing on his bottom lip, his eyebrows furrowed. Wait a minute.

Talk to you later.

Hold on real quick, why did you ask me that?

Was MC asking him this because she already suspected him? Or was she asking him this because of her subtle but at the same time obvious growing feelings for the mechanic?

Because I have a hunch that it might be getting me closer to Hannah

A small chuckle managed to escape his lips, was she messing with him? Or did she really not understand what he was getting at?

No, no, that's not what I meant. Why ME?

I like you

Richy's heart skipped a beat, she had finally said it. His mind raced, it was both a dream come true and a nightmare at the same time, what an oxymoron. MC had fallen for the culprit, for the man behind the mask. And he had messed up, by falling for her as well. Damn it.

I like you too, MC. A lot. Adios

He quickly logged off, needing time to think and reorganize his thoughts. The plan had to work, it was GOING to work, and then he would shoot his shot with MC, it would all work out.

[lyon-amore]

Español/English

Ser una MC es una maldición y una bendición a la vez 😂

Being an MC is a curse and a blessing at the same time 😂

[duskwoodgirl4life]

Richy is a complete arsehole he is supposed to be our friend and yet he did what he did it can not be forgiven