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[mistresswriter19]

~ Until You Take Your Last Breath ~

Dr. Masacrik X Reader

A Psychocuties Fanfic

~ Pt 7~

Author's Note: Hello dearest readers I am coming back beyond the grave with more chapters coming you're way. Really appreciate the patience I have alot to tell for this fanfic and more lore learning about the world of Psychocuties and little reminder lots of mature audiences themes are coming away so your welcome to read but if you're uncomfortable fill free to read something else or different chapters. I'm really stoked that many enjoy this story and I promise create more~ reblogs, comments, are much appreciated!

Alright enjoy ^^

~ Chapter 7 ~

You eventually used to live in Russia but ever since the incident falling between you and your “ only “ friend Masacrik. It wasn't the same and your parents didn't feel safe in Russia anymore. You still care for them but they attend to being very pushy asking what you are going to be doing in your life. You were barely finishing high school but dropped out and yes they were disappointed. What you need to focus on is your mental health and try not to let those memories sink in. You had a vision of working in a company dealing with office work and meeting Masacrik again but you knew that wasn't true. For the record, why were you still thinking about him?

Y/N: Mom, Dad… I'm going back to Russia…

Parents: WHAT!?

Y/N: I need to find something there that I used to be doing. The C/N has been a true comfort but this isn't really my home…

M/N: We sacrifice a lot for you and now you just want to go back!?

D/N: Do you have no idea what the hell you're going to get yourself through!?

Y/N: This is why I can't talk to you guys about “ ANYTHING”!

M/N: Y/N!

Y/N: NO….I HAD IT…. You two don't really understand me… I try to be “ THE GOOD GIRL “ you want me to be, I obeyed, listen to your views, but what has that brought upon me. I don't have friends, you don't let me go out on my own, you don't care about my therapy thinking I'm crazy. YOU TWO ARE CONTROL FREAKS!!!

For the moment after finally standing up for yourself you felt a slap on your cheek making you fall on the ground as your mother looked in horror as if you were about to have a panic attack, felt disappointment and hurt what you have said to them. You couldn't take it anymore and wanted to start your own story with them not around .

You're father has too much anger building up inside but he then regret what he just did. You had tears fall down your eyes and ran up stairs locking the door falling on the bed screaming in pain until calm down a few mintues later.

Y/N: I can't do this anymore….

Laying back in bed with your legs up in the air against the bed frame most of the time you would read books from Russia that were considered a violation in that state. One of them kept you on your toes and bit your red lip of how good yet very grim writing one of them was called “ Lolita”.

Eventually falling asleep with a book in hand. The next day it was time to make the move, having your luggage in hand and using a taxi even though you're a starting adult it was still difficult to manage reality and its expectations. Your Mom and Dad eventually came to say one last goodbye and felt guilty from yesterday's spiral. You didn't want to be near them or bother but there your mother and father there blood…. You sigh turning back to them.

Y/N's Dad: We're not proud of the decisions you're making going back to the badlands your mother and I planned to escape for years but if that makes you feel like your home again. I can't stop you but promise me you'll write to us and let us know that you're safe….

Y/N: You two don’t have to worry or deal with me anymore, I’ll be okay.

With that said your parents both hugged you but you know deep down they were the kind of people who have a hard time warming up to others. Half of your innocence was taken by their “ Discipline Methods” leading to the point of breaking your true spirit facing the cruel world you attend to face. From taxi and hours in the plane you finally made it to Russia however you weren’t sure if you had access to your home, after hours of vomiting your brains out, the amount of tears pour down your face from your true emotions kicking for being alone, and hours flipping pages of your book you manage to settled down in a suite hotel.

Y/N: Just until I get my head straight and rest need..lots of rest.

You enter the suite it was pretty old fashion with the warm colors around the hall shades of red, orange,yellow and a dash of pink felt like walking into a art museum as you went to the front counter signing your name and have a hold of your temporary key, heading up the stairs and opening your door luggage on the floor as you manage to fluff pillow and lay your body all the way down, stretching your body and rest your eyes shut.

Rubbing your eyes you went down the stairs and went to explore the suite since you were not really in a rush to returning to your original house, fingers tapping the yellow concrete texture walls, shoes dragged when you hit a few carpets near different doors then that’s what curiosity got the best out of you. You leaned forward and saw a few plants and on top of that an elevator, then you looked near the hallways that seemed pretty dimmed and not much which felt strange since the only attention seeking was the elevator. Seems like any elevator that most people attend to hop on but what was uncertain for you was the hearts drawn on each line of the doors. Looking at the levels 1234567891011 as you take a step back, eyes leaning to the button had a red heart. What does this all mean to you? Your pressed your finger onto the heart as the elevator attempt to shaking along with your heart for some reason going in a presto chase making you breath heavy and face flushed keeping yourself together it felt like a roller coaster but so some reason you remember someone from the past but who was it if you heart just reacted.

Suddenly the elevator doors open as your hands folded your eyes were mesmerized with a very tall man wearing a bellboy vest, red hair, two strains out of place, red eyes seem that he was high or had lack of sleep but he grinned as your placing his hand on his chest and leans in your personal space as you raised on eyebrow. Then, Elevator Man extends his hand as a little greeting with the never ending grin he had on his face being hesitant you slowly place the palm of your hand that is until he swings you close to him and his gloved hand giving your rear a squeeze as you blushed from this unwanted attention with the elevator hand holding against your flushed cheeks but you had a vision wasn’t sure if this was you imaging things or it could be a hence warning for the next chapter. Instead of a bellboy vest uniform he was wearing a doctor coat and you were wearing a set of cat ears, dead skin along with a large collar seeming more like that you were a pet. You blinked again and everything was back to normal. For some reason you were confused but also trying to think for a moment that you swear you have seen this man before the little boy version of him.

You look back seeing Elevator Man with a part of his lap with hand . He looked at you with that Perverted grin as he snapped his fingers. For some reason you end up teleported onto his lap, your face flushed and annoyed at the same time. Your dress rolled up a little revealing more of your legs. As Elevator Man rest one hand close to his chin he couldn't help but check you out as you wince and turn the other way not knowing he pulled something behind your ear which was a scribbled cloud of fear making you feel blue and eyes watered as you attend to feel helpless at this point you felt Elevator Man hand on your cheek with his tongue gently licking your tears away.

Masacrik knew deep down it was you but he couldn't help realize how much you grew, how much he wanted to take and devour. He remembers you when you were small, innocent and filled with joy but something happened to make you change Masacrik to chuckle to himself thinking that he caused this and it pleased him. As the elevator goes to who knows when Elevator Man smiles looking how you were as he places a hand on your back making you grasp your hands on his chest annoyed you couldn't take it anymore as you raised your fits and immediately “ POW” hitting a few teeth and breaking part of his nose. Then you kicked him in the balls with your leg as he had his tongue out and went dizzy with the elevator ding you immediately hopped off and started to run down the stairs body painting as you felt like you were in danger encountering that man.

You made it back to your room you were staying in the suite hotel placing the pillow above your hear as you attend feeling your body tense.

You had a vision of yourself back that elevator face flushed as you felt your body onto Elevator Man's lap as he lean in trailing kisses around your neck, founding your chest, and rolling up your dress taking a good whiff of you making you whimper.

Elevator Man: You want me ~ and I seriously want you too~

He said while continuing leaving his marks around you tears down your eyes seeing that this is wrong you would never comply with this but how could he get you? You felt a wave of arousal hitting when he smiled finding out what you really wanted.

Elevator Man: Just give in to me dear promise I'll make this a “ ride of your life “~

You open your eyes and breathe heavily. Did you just have an intimate dream to that elevator Man who was nearly close to touching you!?

That smile worse than a creepy looking clown, those Crimson blood drop eyes something inhuman, those hands attending to pull you close and vein popping from the aggressive side and he didn't say a word all he did was toy with you. Would you see him again or the question is why was he like this. Why couldn't you stop thinking about him deep inside you feel his appearance staring down at you that Perverted grin you'll never forget. Maybe sleeping it off will make it go away.

Was it really safe to return home?

~End Of Chapter ~

[chenetira]

[plaguem0th]

Rot

It always smells rotten when you walk into our house.

Maybe it's the trash cans

that haven't been dumped in a few days.

Or the toilets that haven't been washed in weeks.

Or maybe it's us.

Rotting from the inside out

Anger, hatred, resentment

smelling up every room in the house

The smell stuck in the walls

Stained into our sheets

And etched into every fiber of our flesh.

Wound around every limb like a tight thread.

Choking us into submission,

until we know no other

[ayumoandlongani]

Monter les marches de la Tour Eiffel pour la première fois en -bientôt- dix ans sur Paris 😏

[simplyalicerose]

I craft poems that spiral into chaos

As I fall down the rabbit hole.

And as I came crashing down to my feet.

I begin to cry.

My tears flow into an ocean

As I float like a ship in a bottle

And eventually I drift into a white rabbit.

Who is late for something important.

And Frantactly waves goodbye.

I try to follow but he hops too fast.

And as I travel down the twisted road.

Far from anything I have ever known.

Where wonder and madness interlace.

Down where Insanity and creativity are one in the same.

Wonderland greets me with a cheshire grin.

And I lean against a TumTum tree.

As my words slip out of my grasp.

The ink fills the once empty page.

Writing stories of nonsense

And poetry of pain.

[daisyjwilde]

No more.

My first kiss. So much spit. Like a mama bird regurgitating for their baby.  “My dear, Alouette.” How you plucked me so; how you ripped my feathers from their roots.  A Lark - both your conquest, and my existence. You, who stole my scrawny plumage, four years my senior: I was merely a child.

[libratedgrtl]

That Saturday was a mix of emotions.

First the disappointment in herself for failing to figure out how to set the alarm on her phone and oversleeping for a negligible amount of 30 extra minutes (which didn't matter in the end, but she was a sucker for rhythm and control).

The mildly dark humor she gladly welcomed from the suffering of an acquaintance she coincidentally met at the park; his roommate had emptied his packed bag and travelled with it before he woke up and he was not happy about that. She had to warn herself internally not to tell him what she thought about deep sleepers.

Pain she had to endure because her long legs were pressed into the driver's seat for the entire trip. Struggling with her ridiculous travelling bag while cursing herself internally for packing too much (which wasn't true but she wanted to blame something, maybe she felt blaming herself was a way of maintaining control over the situation).

Control was slipping with her sanity following closely behind. Though the food she ate in the late afternoon while listening to the pleasant sound of the rain hit the window and the ground had now made her drowsy. It was almost too salty, the chef, her aunt, talked a little too much, and she didn't want to attend the Mormon service tomorrow or cry herself to sleep tonight because insomnia and rage kept her awake.

But right in that moment she was feeling good and it was enough for her.

[mistresswriter19]

~ Until You Take Your Last Breath ~

Dr. Masacrik X Reader

A Psychocuties Fanfic

Author's Note: Hello its finally here. I'm making a Psychocuties fanfic of Dr. Masacrik X Reader because theres not enough fics of him no matter how there's problems and conflicts about this series. I'm not going to let that stop me to write more so be noted no minors for this fic it's 18 and the chapters I write the more violent it will become since it's a dark yandere dark cartoon. This chapter is based on the Tamakuz comic translation English by @catrintruecrime on Twitter full credits goes to them I wouldn't be able to write the Halloween comic into a fic so thank you!

Happy Halloween everyone

Enjoy! ^^

~ Chapter 1 ~

~ I Hate Halloween ~

Masacrik’s Pov

Halloween is when kids go trick or treating adults, teens go party, and some prefer to watch scary movies or go to a haunted house. It’s the tradition that every October 31st to have a good scare. You can make it all scary but you can also make it cute everyone here has a good time on this spooky holiday however, there was one person who despised this time of year, the boy wore a red wolf mask, and trench coat with a few rip marks, shorts, long black socks, with his brown dress shoes, red hair out of place but what seem more disturbing was his eyes, blue and pupils black dark like his soul, no one knew the boy and he rather have it that way,

“ I Hate Halloween”

There’s nothing left for the ritual mature, nothing “ saints” about the day of all saints. Make more dignity they wouldn’t attend this shameful party. He said under his breath scanning the town decorated for Halloween and children all around embracing this night.

We have a lot of holidays, loads are useless, noisy holidays that serve no purpose other than an excuse to spend money on junk, people don’t care about sincerity. The only thing that matters is buying and showing off to other people - that’s all that matters to these people. Day of hearts, green day, animal hat day. Then this holiday offends me more, than all the others…

This is unnatural, It’s a mockery of what induces fear, it’s foolish and tasteless.

None of this is genuinely scary

Boo! A child said holding out there fake sword with fake blood as the adult laughs

Haha died of fear, here take this! The adult responded by giving the child some candy. Witches and a character presenting a slasher from the 1990s, to a chick wearing her Halloween costume dress revealing with her short black panties the shape of a ghost with the words “ Spooky”.

Just funny, ugly, pitful, disgusting… Then what’s the point of Halloween?

To 4 faces presenting types of masks that Masacrik describes. One with bunny ears, with an anonymous mask, spiky red hair, to another, long drooping ears, straight hair and a desperate face either could be a mask or human. One with a cardboard box, poorly glued eyes all over with fake hands behind the ears and Christmas sweater like another knock off from another slasher but more in the 1980s~. One with a clown sticking their tongue out messed up shades of blue hair and a worn out overalls with red straps.

Every Halloween I want to rip off all the masks and destroy them!

So everyone “ wears” real faces of terror. Not silly mask.

From the flames from hell itself Masacrik could imagine ripping each mask off, blood behind the masks if some ever escape this boy's hatred of Halloween.

PUMPKINS!?

Trick or treat?

Smashed pumpkins one by one with his shoes he didn't care if this hurts, whatever sign presented Halloween Masacrik want nothing to do but destroy it all. Dumping piles of candy from other treaters he stole, from the words “ trick or treat 3 little ones kept enchanting holding huge pumpkins of candy, it made Masacrik blue eyes turn into bloodshot red of how much he couldn't stand this time.

Fear is gorgeous,

Real fear is an incredible force callable of killing all that is human in a person, turning them into a vile animal. That’s what Real Fear is.

I admire anything that induces FEAR!

Masacrik silhouette with his hands clutched having an imagination what true fear is from demonic monster rising, piles of human remains from monster who fed upon them, people backing away when it comes to comfort, shadows allure weather if there human or not, to ticking clocks melted to the Crimson floor of blood, blood and more blood ~ Masacrik knew what fear was but the town he lives in don't know what he's really capable of .

This girl…

Loves Halloween more than anyone else.

Meanwhile Masacrik hides near a bush to see a girl he describes.

Y/N.

She wore a home knitter ghost sweater, with orange horizontal stripes, white socks and Mary Jane shoes with some of her friends walking talking about Halloween being the most wonderful time of year like Christmas.

Pitiful miserable creature

All she does is squeal about how much she loves this holiday.

That chatter has become so tiresome…

Masacrik snatches the black kitty as he the kitty bit him hard but Masacrik puts on a sadistic smile with the pair of sharp scissors he holds as he cuts a pink bag probably cat food as he said to the kitty he gives.

Masacrik: Eat….

Group: Oh ghosts, Oh Zombies! One for Y/N's friends shouted.

Oh, Oh, little spooky skeleton! Said another one.

Oh horns, pumpkins, graveyards, another one added.

Halloween all year round! You shouted all the way down to more houses to go trick and treat until the night was done.

But this time… I’ll show her.

REAL FEAR…

You had a bright beaming smile for this night until everything went black with your face covered in a worn old bag with a red smile.

Y/N: It’s not funny anyone...

You shouted trying to breath couldn't see anything from the pitch darkness.

Can’t believe it, Right now.. Now

You felt a pair of hands immediately tear off the mask he put over your face.

Here it is! You barely open your eyes to see you were hands tied behind the wooden table with rope completely scared looking to the front of your captor who was a boy close to your age.

She’s generally scared… She can’t hide it

You look back seeing those icless blue eyes feel that he was staring down at your soul as Masacrik approached you.

Can she understand how gorgeous real fear is?

This quiet terror

What’s that?

Am I trembling?

She shouldn’t see it…

Although she probably sees nothing but my knife right now.

You were shaking and showing real fear, that's what Masacrik wanted. He caught the one who loves this holiday more than anyone for him. It would rather happen if it took her life away. Masacrik went through his pocket pulling out a knife he had kept for a while but he looked at the blade, his reflection and his hand trembling. Why did he really want to hurt you or was it actually showing he has “ fear”. Masacrik shook it off and saw that you were more focused on the blade he put close to you.

This suits…

Masacrik: This suits you better…

Your more than…Your ugly costume

Masacrik actually started to talk to you, prefer you this way then your jolly self. He then looks up at you with your gaze upon him then he looks down at your costume making you wince scrunched up your nose trying not to panic in front of him. From your orange Mary Jane shoes, black socks with skull patterns, you had a bat shaped top with an orange eye like a monster, your different pattern skirt one had the orange Halloween colors horizontal stripes, with black bats attached, the other said purple and black horizontal stripes a little short seeing your exposed leg.

Masacrik: Well tell me now,

How much did you spend on this tasteless ness….

Speaking rasping the knife clinged on your top almost exposing your chest making you panic when your eyes look upon this boy that you haven't answered his question as he tugged harder on your top.

Masacrik: HOW MUCH?

Y/N:I…I… I sewed it myself…

You immediately were shaking and had to answer even if you were scared. Fresh tears drip down your eyes like waterfalls from the innocence you have tainted.

Masacrik looks back having a questionable look then he sees the more he tugged on your top a candy dropped on the floor as your tears stream down not knowing if you were going to be back home. The candy distracted Masacrik he held the knife away from your top, kneels down and takes look at the candy. He held it for a while it was bright yellow. He used his fingers dangling off the yellow wrapping. There was writing on the paper.

“ Made With Love “

From: Y/N

It seemed like a homemade candy Masacrik held was the face of a cute monster, a chocolate ball, with googly eyes, sprinkles for the hair and candy corn for teeth. He looked more into the candy. He didn't know if he should eat it or if his face was a mockery.

Y/N: They're a bit bitter.. But everyone likes it, you can try.

You said you were trying to convince Masacrik to take the candy and try because you felt people like him should have a treat too no matter what's going on with them. In the world is love and kindness which is something Masacrik was not used to at all.

(CRACKS)

Masacrik throws the candy to the ground causing the candy into chunks as clutches and breathing heavily, trembling from holding his knife. He didn't know how to feel from this innocent girl giving kindness. Did he feel remorse for what he planned to do? From the red footsteps surrounding was an inner demon calling upon him to finish the job or was his imagination. Masacrik couldn't take it anymore he grabbed his knife and cut off the rope that you were tied up from not knowing that Masacrik's blade cut part of the palm of your hand fresh color blood drip down as he let you go.

You stood there for a bit seeing the remorse on Masacrik's expression and didn't know why he stopped or wanted this. There were so many questions but no clear answers. Masacrik throws the knife to the side stepping out of the abandoned building, the door open peaking through the night.

You flop down on the ground with your skirt flowing then back to your knees. You didn't know how to feel about what just happened. Almost experienced death from someone you don't know trying to end you. You look at your hand with the open cut wound then the boy begins to speak again.

Masacrik: Are you going to sit there for long?

Someone needs to take you into town.

You look back to the boy Masacrik, hesitant still on your knees feeling silent, didn't know how to approach him as she held her cut. Masacrik turns back to you scoffs with a heavy sigh grabbing your arm forcing you to move as you follow him into the opening outside.

After Masacrik let you go on your own he returns back to the abandoned cabin, Masacrik pushes the leftover boxes from the corner looking back to the box where he took the kitten from earlier. He kept having remorse on his face.

Masacrik: Y’know, I hate life for its absurdity.

For now foolish, narrative unfolds.

I was a character in a story that crap that just happened.

Wouldn’t have happened to me…

Everything would have gone perfectly.

Masacrik thought to himself why does a boy like him exist exactly, does he have so much hatred for the word or just to himself and taking on others to feel the pain.

Mother: Honey open the door!

Y/N: Coming!

Y/N: Well then, who wants some candy?

The doorbell rang with the mother of Y/N telling her to open the door. You responded and turned the handle having a bowl of candy with your warm smile and the cut of your arm covered with bandages wearing a different Halloween costume.

Are they kidding or what? You said looking around wondering if he was around or anyone here. Who ring the door bell?

She noticed no one was there until she looked down to see a black she noticed went missing .

Y/N: ( GASPS) KITTY!!!! Mom kitty is been found!

You smiled holding up the kitty with a wrapper with the words “ Happy Halloween “. You immediately embrace the kitty in your arms and close the door telling her Mom the kitty following her was finally found.

Meanwhile Masacrik hid near the bushes once more, his arms resting on his knees, sighing . He actually did something that was kind and he didn't know he was going to see someone pure soul as you again.

Masacrik stands up, walking back the kids still out for Halloween. Going far away from the town, pumpkin trail, stream lights onto a large green hill where he puts his red wolf cap down onto his knees putting his face down under the moonlight of the ocean.

Masacrik: Damn shame.

~End Of Chapter 1~

[chenetira]

im currently writing a book!!!

[plaguem0th]

Im good at making myself cry.

I look at girls who follow your page, and see if any are prettier than me.

If you liked their posts.

Maybe its insecurity telling me i need to have more faith in myself.

Or that im Too attached to the idea of not being enough,

[ayumoandlongani]

- j'ai eu de bons retours pour le bilan d'étape, plus qu'à intensifier la rédaction du mémoire préparatoire 🤧

- tout arrive en même temps

- AAAAAH vivement la fin des midterm exams

[daisyjwilde]

Please stop talking.

Teenage boys are a bastard plague of mocking and ridicule. I am teaching the detriments of misogyny in literature, yet you have the audacity to listen only when a male is talking. A grown woman I might be, but I will become the burrowing weed that steals sun from the wilting ivy of respect that you lack.

[rideedy]

Ufuoma (Ufuomaee) Emerhor: Born to write and impact lives

It was fun collaborating with Ufuoma E. Emerhor on this one🙃

She shared her story on #OmoteRoDhe.

Being a writer, blogger and social entrepreneur, she didn't mince words; she served it hot and undiluted. Read about her latest work here:

[bia-sa]

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E pensar que eu não ia escrever hoje...

Sério, eu tava extremamente distraída e com muita preguiça. Queria fazer tudo, menos encontrar frases para escrever. Mas sentei mesmo assim e me convenci a escrever, no mínimo, 1k. Assim, ficaria acima da linha do gráfico e não me preocuparia demais amanhã.

Demorou pra caramba, mas quando engatou, putz... Escrever é bom demais!