#franklin bordeau

[lightfeltmemories]

episode one: phantom troupe and romance; headcanons from least toxic, to most toxic

characters include: chrollo, machi, pakunoda, shizuku, uvogin, shalnark, feitan, phinks, bonolenov, kortopi, hisoka, illumi, nobunaga, franklin. (not in order)

tw's: nsfw but nothing explicit, mentions of non-con, spoilers for the deaths of pakunoda, shalnark, kortopi and uvogin, toxic relationships, lovebombing, mentions of torture (not on reader), mentions of cheating, mentions of reader's death,

notes: a completely self indulgent post, you can probably tell who im biased towards by how long certain sections are.

because this contains mentions of nsfw, do not interact if you are under 18, you will be blocked if you do !! also, do not leave negative comments please, they will be deleted :)

pakunoda

out of everyone, guaranteed, she'll be the best partner out of everyone else, you might even end up shocked that she's apart of the troupe if it ever comes to you finding out.

she's a darling, spoils and cares for you like anyone else, a great listener and partakes in your interests in hobbies, its (almost) like a fairytale by how the relationship is, the troupe knows you but you don't know them! and she wants to keep it that way, of course still she's a murderer, so it would break her if you were to have found out about everything, she vowed to never let you know or even have you close to knowing about what she does, but you just can't help but wonder what she's doing when she's away for long periods of time.

until it comes to her death.

now, you eventually find out that she died from a close friend of hers, but he knows paku doesn't want you to know about the troupe, so, he's a bit vague, and a bit creepy.

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nobunaga

personally out of everyone else, i feel like nobunaga would be other most normal when it comes to relationships, but then again, he's an enigma, he doesn't strike me as the type to be the best boyfriend literally ever or very very toxic, i feel like out of everyone else, if you're looking for someone to be in a semi normal relationship with, nobunaga is your best shot, but of course, he's a part of the phantom troupe, and any member apart of it isn't exactly the best partner by default.

he's still a murder and thief, like all members i believe that he would definitely steal things that remind him of you, he'd most definitely kill for you.

unlike someone like feitan or machi, he doesn't exactly have a problem with being vulnerable when you get to know him, he'll tell you about himself, and of course, because he's a criminal he can't exactly tell you what he does for a living, but can't bring himself to lie about it either, he's just hoping that one day, if you know, you won't leave or judge him for it, his childhood isn't exactly all sunshines and lolipops, y'know?

he'll love you from the ends of the earth, but he definitely won't let you walk all over him, quick to put your in your place and won't allow you to manipulate him, he won't lie to you (about trivial things, at least) so why should you? (who knows, maybe you're apart of a criminal organization and is pretty much a wanted criminal yourself :P)

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bonolenov

similar to nobunaga i think if you want something that's somewhat normal, bonolenov is also a nice choice! (100% not putting him up so high because we don't really know that much about him it's totally because he would be a decent partner! honest!)

for one, you would definitely be introduced to usual romantic gestures and advances that come from his tribe, he'll tell you all about how things work with him, he'll do dances he learned when they were still here for you to show how much he adores you, and dresses you in garments that resemble such from his tribe, it's pretty cute, honestly!

now, what concerns him a bit is.. how you'll react without his bandages, he's not exactly sexy like chrollo but (to me, TO MEEEEEE) he's not the ugliest thing in the world! he just hopes that eventually if you see him in his true form, you don't scream and run away at the sight of him, its okay if you do! ..... kind of.

and if you don't, oh you'll mean so much to him!

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kortopi

now, here's another one we don't know much about! but i'll try my best either way (i just want to contribute to the lack of attention him and bono get in these spaces.) he's another somewhat normal one, he also doesn't strike me as the type to be the absolute worst, but still is apart of a troupe of murderers and thieves.

similar to everyone else, he'll steal and kill for you (idk if this guy even has a body count but lets pretend he does.) and is a lot more open to being vulnerable than some other members.

now, nine times out of ten you'll be taller than him because this guy is even shorter than feitan, so, he'll definitely be wearing your t-shirts and hoodies, and he ain't complaining about it!

and eventually, he dies, now, honestly, something told you that kortopi seemed... like the odd one out when it came to the troupe, he doesn't seem like the type to be apart of... that! you better hope that hisoka doesn't care about you, or things are gonna turn ugly faster than you can blink.

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uvogin

he's big (as hell), but he's sweeter (you know why they're in bold italics) than the others twice his size.

physically the strongest, you're rather lucky to have him has your partner, if someone won't stop messing with you, they're dead within a millisecond, or at least scared off since you know.. he isn't exactly built like the average guy and having someone that's eight foot fucking two walking up on you not really excited to see you is quite terrifying, depending on his mood they'll sometimes get away.... sometimes.

enough of that, how is it like when it's just the two of you? sitting on the couch or laying in bed watching movies together, his arm around you, it's basically a pillow! a hard ass pillow at that.

not the most vulnerable, he's not some weird incel who see's women as sex toys or anything, he's decently capable of being in a normal relationship, you won't see each other often sadly, but when you do, he'll pay 95% of his attention towards you, he'll even let you know straight up that he won't know when he'll get back, but he will! ... until he doesn't..

ah yes, his death at the hands of kurapika, how will you react? hell, how would kurapika react to your existence? something tells me that kurapika might kill you too, send you right off with him, or, in a rather strange twist of events, he might try to fuck you and take you to the other side, not in the way of barging into your house and straight up non con, nah, more like a get to know you then get in your pants type of way, uvo won't be there to protect you now would he? of course the latter is highly unlikely, but to be honest it's kind of fun to think about.

and now that you think of it... you don't even know what uvo was doing or where he was going, you choose how you want to react to how you found out about his troupe business.

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shizuku

another woman! she's similar to another person right below her! she looks cute, but she's anything but!...... sort of.

she's not the best or worst partner, she's pretty normal, a bit distant but it's not something you can't manage, maybe she just needs some space and you're overwhelming her, but something that really gets to you is her forgetfulness.

at first, she'll forget things such as your birthday or your anniversary, but going further into the relationship, she becomes less and less forgetful (she might even remember things that you don't even remember.)

what exactly do you guys do together? well, she does try to partake in your interests, and does try to get things you like!

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franklin

he's similar to uvo, he's big, he's actually nicer than he appears.

what makes him so low is.. well to be honest i don't know, i don't feel like he could be high up but not so low, so, this is the perfect spot for him.

for one he does have a bit of an anger problem, not as bad as phinks, but he doesn't mind a slight argument, good thing he wont assault you, and is quick to make up for the argument.

i don't know how to write him, so, please forgive me for how small this passage is. :(

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shalnark

we're starting to get into uh... strange territory, he looks kind, and seems normal, but he's anything but that, he's not the most toxic but he also isn't the most caring and understanding either, similar to nobunaga he's kind of an enigma.

he's a love bomber and very good at manipulating, definitely takes advantage of his rather cute looks, he'll figure out what you're insecure about and compliment those things specifically, i do think he is capable of loving someone genuinely, but he sometimes does things without realizing that they aren't really normal, maybe he's getting his troupe personality mixed up with the one he has with you.

he does come off as sweet at first, brings you flowers and takes you on some rather expensive dates (an uncanny feeling creeps up on you about how the waiters act, but you don't pay much attention to it.) and sometimes he's more distant and a little bit aloof, you take this as him needing his space.

he's not abusive, but he isn't the absolute best partner, there's definitely better out there.

his death doesn't hit you as hard as the others but it was still devastating, you best hope hisoka doesn't come for you, and if he does, you hope he swiftly kills you, because you really don't want this murder clown to take an interest to you.

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phinks

phinks is another one 'that's kind of odd to me, i don't want to judge a book by its cover and say "yeah he's a piece of shit!!" but again, he's a lot better in comparison to anyone below.

he's similar to shalnark in quite a few ways, one, he does things that kind of makes you think he's a bit of an odd ball, he's intimidating to look at and is the second strongest physically in the troupe, so you're lucky to have someone like him if you're looking for protection.

i don't see him as the type to take you out to fancy restaurants and bring you flowers, stuff like that is a bit too sappy for him, he shows other ways like giving you thinks you like or taking you to like carnivals or other fun events.

his main problem is his anger issues, he won't physically harm you especially if you don't use nen, but he's not above arguing with or yelling at you, he doesn't do it often, but he might call you an idiot or a bitch if you take him to that point.

the relationship is somewhat normal besides that.

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chrollo

chrollo is weird, some say he's loving, caring, blah blah blah while some might say he's the exact opposite.

for one he is charming, he's a relatively good looking man, he's intelligent, and is looking for someone who's also intelligent.

i feel like chrollo definitely has a type, he likes people who are elegant, he wants someone that'll make him look good while he's in public, he doesn't care much for how people view the relationship outside of that, he also looks for someone with a personality he doesn't want someone who looks good yes, but is boring to be around, someone he can have a deep conversation with and talk about his interests with.

for one, you will not know about the troupe's existence, until he is 100% ready to tell you, which will definitely take a while, but he's confident that the troupe and himself will protect you from anyone who tries to avenge.

now, what makes him so low on this list? well, he's quite manipulative, a gaslighter, too, what do you mean you saw me with another woman? it's all for business, i'm just trying to steal her nen ability.

he does want to be a good partner, but this relationship is kind of a "too good to be true" type, something is happening behind closed doors and the thought is too persistent to ignore.

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illumi

this guy is... strange, for one, his beady ass eyes make him look like a bug (affectionately), and section.. his very warped perception of what love even is.

i agree with the fandom that he has a breeding kink no doubt, his intention on dating is marriage, and you will bear his children, no ifs, ands or buts.

you'll meet his family but you'll never meet the troupe, he doesn't want you getting involved in fighting (he might have someone teach you some basic self protection) because he doesn't want you to die, that'll fuck with him... kind of, you're basically trapped in the mansion.

his overprotection is toxic on its own, you don't have that much freedom, you can't go shopping unless he's with you (or if he can't be there, one of his servants will accompany you), you're never truly alone unless he's away, and when he's here, things are no better, he's distant and cold, there's not much to talk about with him, sure, he loves you, but doesn't know how to express it much.

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machi

one out of three toxic ass individuals, one of them consists of machi.

lets start off with the fact that she's cold hearted, as hell, if you cry in front of her she'll look at you like you're crazy, if she's really in that mood she'll tell you that you look stupid and you need to suck it up.

not good with physical touch or romance, who knows how the two of you managed to continue the relationship, she does leave flowers for you but won't tell you that they're from her, won't admit that she's the one who got them for you.

i feel like similar to a certain clown, she won't care much for you if you aren't either powerful or capable of protecting yourself in some way.

but all she's really doing is putting up barriers, she's actually caring in her own weird way, she'll still be there for you, patch up your wounds if you managed to get cut or stabbed and would probably mourn your death.

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hisoka

were getting lower, and a certain sadist who loves torture is worse, but somehow, hisoka is slightly better than him in some way or another.

for one, hisoka probably won't be that interested in you if you aren't powerful, it would be worse if you were a regular civilian, he'll take that as an opportunity to take advantage of you sexually, physically, psychologically and mentally, and the relationship will be literal hell..

but, lets say you are pretty powerful, dare i say a troupe member yourself, he won't be as interested in fighting you as much as he would chrollo, but he would be interested in... other ways.

how you managed to get into a relationship with this freak is unclear, but you two one day just.. hooked up, and it all goes downhill from here.

he has no problem killing you if he gets tired of you, he already killed two and plans on killing the rest of the spiders, why not kill another? especially you? or, in an alternate scenario where he does manage to kill off all the spider, you're the only one who's left, this can go two ways, one, he can fuck you one last time then kill you, or, he takes you with him! if you managed to have a lasting impression on him, that is.

outside of sex, he just isn't a good partner, he's probably the only one on this list that's probably willing to cheat on you (don't you dare get back at him, both you and your lover will die) he's manipulative as hell, he doesn't necessarily care about how you feel and he'll provoke you just to get a reaction out of you.

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feitan

and last but not least, feitan, oh boy, good luck to you for managing to have this man attracted to you. (im a feitan girlie, so this one might be a big longer than the rest)

for one, he'll hate your rotten guts for making him feel this way, for making him feel so weak, so emotional... he might even contemplate on killing you, but when that time comes he can't bring himself to do it.

i don't want to say yandere is his default since he doesn't really know how to properly love, because i do think he has some potential, but it does make sense for him, because there has to be something about you that makes you interested in him, maybe you're his polar opposite? maybe you're also a sadist?

he's not the most romantic partner, he doesn't want to come off as vulnerable, or sappy, so, what considers as a date to him? he's the type to probably take you to a cemetery at night as a form of a date.

he will not allow the troupe to know you or you to know them, for one he's going to be teased from hell and back for finally managing to pull someone and second while it appears that he doesn't care for you much, him protecting you from them is his way of showing you that he cares.

he can't find himself being vulnerable, he might teach you his language if you're up for it, and he might bring you some things he knows you like, but thats kind of it, also he won't force you to see him torture people.. unless you betray him in a way.

[paladinights]

Phantom Troupe | HUNTERXHUNTER Special Nen PV

[machi-komacineee]

The rest of the phantom troupe mobage cards 😁💕 ( winter theme )

( I know Bonolenov and Kortopi are missing but they didn’t have any so… )

[effei-s]

spiders being... spiders.

i love them, your honor.

[pannacottababy]

This might just be the artwork that required the most effort out of all my HxH art, but I can't help but admire how it turned out.

I told myself I was just gonna draw Shalnark that night but, oh well.

[zooofgod]

I love the Phantom Troupe during the Greed Island and The Quimera Ants arcs because the plot is thickening and a lot of shit is going down, meanwhile they are leader-less, went 'fuck it we ball' and they committed to the bit a 100%

[sk3tch404]

Yandere Phantom Troupe with a s/o who gets friendly with other partners

Characters: Chrollo, Phinks, Nobunaga and Franklin

A/n: Ehhhh just a small thing. Brain fried from school and lack of proper sleep. Hope my HXH fixation stays strong for a while longer 😍 Also i think the writing is lowkey ugly but I think it's mostly the brain fog

Also wanted to do Uvogin but miss girl I really can't with ts rn... Btw I dont do Franklin I just like his character. ONE TIME THING OK 👌

Also in my ghosting era. Sorry moots I'm dying but bitch im alive but I'm dead 💔

Chrollo

Now what the hell do you think you're doing?

It's good to see that you're still capable of social interaction, but getting all buddy buddy with the other partners will make him extremely jealous.

His jealousy doesn't stem from his fear of them taking you away from him, it's purely because he thinks that HE should be the only one you spend your leisurely time with. Not some nobodies.

Chrollo is very straightforward and verbal in his expression of feelings. He will tell you to knock it off and stay near him for now on.

Maybe he will be more lenient when you talk to them from a distance.

Disobey and you will lose many privileges. It's not too often the troupe has meetings, so if there is a next time to prove yourself, (Assuming you've made up a lot for it and have obtained outside pleasures) you'd better either keep your head to the ground, or your eyes boring into his.

Eyes are the windows to the soul aren't they? Personally, Chrollo agrees with this sentiment. 

But if you're planning on escaping with the aid of that other partner, you better pray he takes some kind of psychological pity on you.

He WILL find out about it. Chrollo is a master manipulator and can read others out very well after some time.

Regarding that he has taken everything from you, he will know that you are keeping something from him.

It's not as if he didn't predict this, but it still dissapointed him.

Punishment is never tortuous, but it's direct and precise. Chrollo takes want he wants no matter how he gets it.

Sometimes you think of it as a blade hidden under his long sleeve. He closes in, saying things you wish not want to hear again, and strikes you in the most vital parts.

Phinks 

Literally does not care that much if you don't make a big deal out of it. Though, he does make sure you stay close and listens in to check you're not conspiring or anything. 

He will only get pissed if you seem really giddy after interacting with the other partner or if you keep looking around like an idiot for some kind of opportunity.

Somewhat playful about it. Phinks will tease you condescendingly, implying things you know you would be immensely punished for. 

Your terrified face and nervous defensive speech strokes his ego a lot. 

Yeah that's right, you're his. Only he works to make you that happy. Any other being trying to lure you into their untrustworthy hold will get their head spun around back and over. 

But if you're planning something against him, he will have no hesitation and will take you back home that instant.

Informs troupe members he encounters that he has personal business while dragging you out by your arm.

The boss is more understanding when it comes to partner business, so he approves of his actions.

Punishment is painful yet effective. The next time the Troupe meets up, you dare not to look at anyone else. Especially that other darling.

It seems like they were punished too.

Nobunaga

Why the hell are you ruining everything for yourself? 

He's a very moody and emotional person. Seeing you enjoy yourself with that other person will make him extremely envious and agitated.

If you're REALLY enjoying it then things will take a turn for the worst.

Nobunaga will walk up to the two of you and intimidate the other partner. The yandere of that partner will most likely not take kindly to that, and they will start to have a verbal dispute. 

Chrollo will have to silence the two and might even toss a coin to decide what to do about the outburst.

When you two get home, you will be heavily interrogated. If you don't declare your very existence and devotion to your "relationship", then off to the lions you go.

Nobunaga always makes punishment personal; Insulting you and putting words in your mouth. Never leaves you alone and makes it a point to let you know how much you hurt him, and how bad he is going to hurt you.

But if you are simply having small talk, then Nobunaga will pull you aside and tell the yandere to keep their partner away from his lover. 

The yandere will most likely agree or wave off to his demands, and keep what's theirs to themselves.

His grip is swift and harsh. You feel like a brick in calloused hands waiting for an open opportunity.

Nobunaga doesn't think before he acts in social situations. His feelings take over and his sword swerves up and around, aimed towards person contradicting his own view.

He is greedy, not selfish. 

Safe to say that you now don't open your mouth at meetings anymore unless you're told to…

Franklin

Eh as long as you're happy and not doing anything stupid.

He knows you need to talk to someone else other than himself. You are human after all.

Franklin will question you about your conversations. He secretly hopes you talked about him in a flattering light, but he knows that most likely was not a subject brought up.

Unless you want to get smart and start conspiring, you best not let him hear in on too much or find out.

Franklin is an observer and only acts when needed. His quiet and large stature is enough to intimidate most, so when he tells you he knows, confess and apologize as if you life depended on it.

He is a very patient, rational and calculating man, so he knows what you need when you need it.

It's better to stay docile rather than to mess up because you thought you could fool him. Did you think just because you found an easy way out, that you had even the slightest chance of keeping it a secret from him? Franklin of all people?

The man who is basically the troupe's second leader, the man who literally shoots nen bullets out of his hands, the man who could SNAP YOU IN HALF if he wanted to.

Punishment is not as bad as it would be if you actually did escape, but it still resulted in you being closed off to others much more than to him.

But other than that he doesn't mind you a few friends here and there. Just as long as you're loyal to him, he carries on without much issue.

Isn't the jealous type. More possessive.

[ofrolysdogs]

phantom troupe reacting to you asking what are their pronouns

wtf are pronouns? stupid liberal nobunaga, phinks, uvogin, kalluto

nor/mal shalnark, shizuku, franklin

"calls you a slur" feitan, machi, bonolenov, illumi

he/him ;) hisoka, chrollo, kortopi

[uvobreakmylegs]

Chains and Flesh

part 2 of the slasher!Franklin story

Part 1

🎃Happy Halloween🎃

Warnings: fem!reader, captivity, graphic depictions of violence, gore, death, smut, dubcon, spanking

Word count: 7.7k

How long you were kept down there you weren't sure. Your days started when you woke up and then ended when you fell into a fitful, uncomfortable sleep.

You were kept chained up like an animal at all times, and while the chain's moderate length meant you could get up and walk around a little, it became harder to do that as time passed, as your only form of nourishment were the bottles of water Franklin left for you. So while you remained alive, you were becoming weaker by the day, which forced you to stop moving around so much so you could conserve energy.

You sat chained up to that table near the door, slowly withering away while you waited for him to carry out whatever it was he'd planned for you.

But whenever Franklin would come in to continue his sick work, more often than not he didn't acknowledge you.

He'd walk by you, sometimes carrying a body that he'd hang on a newly emptied meat hook, other times leaving with the pieces he'd cut from one of the bodies within the room. You didn't know what he was doing with them. For your sake it was better not to know so you wouldn't need to speculate on what he'd do to your remains when you were dead. You didn't want to die knowing he'd turn your skin into a lampshade or eat the meat from your legs or anything like that.

Franklin was keeping quiet about it, and you'd rather it stay that way.

At one point you'd seen him walk by the open door carrying a spike strip like the one you'd run over, and only then did you realize that he was the one who had set that on the road, leaving out a trap to force you to go to him for help. You wondered how often that ploy worked.

Still, nothing else had really happened to you.

He kept you alive as his captive, but that was it. And usually he'd leave the bottled water next to you after you'd fallen asleep. Just enough to make sure you were kept alive.

And during the times when you were on your own in that room, waiting in the dark for him to return, all you thought of was how you could survive this.

Fighting him wasn't an option. By this point you were far too weak, and even if you had tried that on the first day you'd been brought here, it would've been nothing for him to overpower you. The odds of you having any sort of chance of being able to knock out or kill him were slim to none. Even if such an opportunity presented itself, it might not be the smartest choice to take it: you still had no clue where the key to the cuff was. If you managed to incapacitate him and didn't have the key, you were still stuck there. And depending on if you could kill him or not, you'd either starve to death after he had died, or he'd realize what you'd done after he woke back up and retaliate.

So no. Fighting was a bad plan.

But sitting around and waiting for him to be ready for whatever it was he wanted to do to you was equally bad. There were definitely a fair amount of victims that he'd killed, and you didn't want your name to be added to that list.

Without being able to fight him, and without any realistic way you could think of to escape without him knowing, you didn't have a lot of choices. The only thing you could think of was if you could somehow manage to connect with him in some way. That he might see you as another human being and form a friendship of sorts, just enough so he might feel badly about killing you.

But how do you even start up a conversation with someone like that? Especially when he was never interested in talking in the first place?

Your opportunity for that came one time when you'd been awake as he placed the water next to you as he was done for the day, taking out a ring of keys so he could lock up the room after.

Despite not having said anything since the day you were captured, you forced yourself to find your voice and say something.

“Thank you.”

Your words were mumbled and weren't very loud, but Franklin managed to hear you.

He stopped and looked back at you with a confused expression on his face.

It took you a moment to understand his reaction; of course it was weird that you would still be so polite to him. He'd drugged you and planned on cutting you up.

Still, this wasn’t a bad start, was it?

“..... You're an odd one,” he eventually said, “not one ounce of fight since I drugged you. Have you really accepted this so easily?”

You weren't sure what to say to that.

So you didn't say anything, instead looking down at the floor. Franklin walked out shortly after, turning out the light and sliding the door shut.

But his gaze was on you again as he did so, still looking at you strangely.

It must be some sort of achievement to have a serial killer tell you that you're weird.

You couldn't tell if that was a good thing or not. And for all of your waiting for an opportunity to speak with him, this had seemed rather wasted since you only spoke two words to him.

Then again, it'd be weird if you wanted to chat with him, right? Something like that would make it far too obvious to him that you were trying to get close to him in order to save yourself.

Did he know what you were trying to do? Based on the way he looked at you, it didn't seem like it.

Maybe this chance to save yourself could work. As long as you didn't go too far in trying to talk to him. You remembered that he'd said you knew when to shut up when he'd been collecting your car; maybe that was already a point in your favor. Maybe as long as you stuck to your instincts and spoke whenever it felt safe, you might reach him.

Maybe.

You heard a woman screaming.

That was what roused you from sleep and had you sitting up, fully alert as you looked towards the doorway.

The screams were coming closer, and you felt a lump form in your throat.

Had he gotten someone in the same way he'd gotten you? Set up that trap on the road so they would need to go to him for help?

But why would she be screaming? Unless she’d been smarter than you and didn't trust him when he had given her the drugged tea, and that had made him drag her down here by force.

You could hear the screaming almost right outside the sliding door, and you pushed yourself into your corner as far as you were able, wanting to avoid getting caught in the crossfire.

The door slid open and the lights were flipped on, and once your eyes adjusted, you got a look at Franklin's new victim.

A woman, as you had guessed. One with short hair wearing a pink top and who was currently in the arms of Franklin despite how much she struggled in his grip. She was trying to reach behind her so she could attack his head.

There was a disgruntled look on his face as he carried the woman inside, and he only seemed to get more annoyed as the woman fought for her life, alternating between trying to grab at anything that could be used as a weapon or hitting him in whatever spot she was able to reach.

“Fucking inbred hillbilly piece of shit!” she screamed, repeatedly slamming her fist against the hands that held her, “let me go!”

Franklin continued to march her over to where an empty meat hook hung.

But the sight of that only had her struggling harder and screaming louder, and she desperately thrashed in his grip, doing everything in her power to get away from him.

Meanwhile, all you could do was look on in horror.

You were going to see it.

You were going to see him kill someone.

It was a preview for what would eventually happen to you, and there was nothing you could do to stop any of it.

She continued to struggle when Franklin attempted to turn her around so he could pierce her in the back with the hook, but the way she moved about made him lose his grip slightly, so she ended up falling a bit before he caught her again.

With the new opportunity she was given, she reached out to one of the piercings at the end of his lobes-

And yanked it out.

It was enough to stun him as he instinctively grabbed at his bleeding ear, and the woman managed to slip out of his grip.

She ran past him to the center table, picking up the shears that had been left there and raising them over her head as she faced his back. She intended to stab him and made a move to do so as she brought her arms down.

He turned, slamming his arm into her and pushing her aside, causing the shears to scrape along his back before they fell to the floor.

The woman moved faster than either you or he expected, managing to turn and run towards the door while he reached out for her again, barely escaping his grasp.

She finally spotted you, her eyes growing wide when she saw the way you were cowering next to the table. She stopped before the door, grabbing at you so you could escape with her, only realizing after how you'd been chained up.

The time she'd spent on you was wasted, as Franklin had grabbed a meat hook and was coming after her again.

You both saw the glint of the hook, and you both looked to each other once more.

She threw you in front of him.

There was just enough chain that you managed to hit him, making him stumble over you as you fell to the ground and buying her just a bit more time. You thought you felt his foot connect with your head and your face hit the floor hard.

You heard Franklin swearing as he continued to chase the woman, and after hearing the way he charged down that hallway, you heard her screaming again, this time accompanied by Franklin grunting. Whatever he'd done to her, she was still alive as her screams still echoed in the hallway.

You managed to push yourself up slightly, using one hand to cup at your cheek. The taste of iron in your mouth was obvious, though how exactly you'd managed to get cut from that was unclear.

Then Franklin came back, walking forward and stepping over you while you knelt down, a hand over your head to protect yourself just in case his shoe came into contact with you again. He didn't seem to notice you, and once he was past you, you scrambled back towards the table you were chained to, again trying to make yourself as small as possible.

A glance out the door showed you what had happened to the woman: she was still alive, groaning as she used her hands to pull herself forward down the hall, the meat hook having been impaled in her leg. The way her leg looked made it seem like he'd dragged her by the hook for a bit before he'd come back to get different weapon.

The weapon turned out to be a hammer, as he removed it from the wall and gauged its weight in his hand.

With his back turned towards you, you saw that the woman had managed to injure him when she'd attacked him with the shears as there was a line that ran across his back, the wound deep enough that his shirt was soaking up blood. You hadn't even realized that attack of hers had been partially successful.

Meanwhile, Franklin seemed satisfied with his selection of the hammer.

But when he turned, he caught sight of you.

And he froze.

Franklin stared at you wordlessly with hammer in hand while you felt a line of blood drip from the corner of your mouth. His expression was level, yet there was an intensity in his eyes that you weren't expecting.

Why it was currently being directed at you, you had no idea.

Nor did you have any idea as to why he suddenly put the hammer back in place on the wall and grabbed a different tool.

The chainsaw.

You sat in silence as he pulled it off the wall. He inspected it briefly before making up his mind, holding the tool with both hands as he headed back out into the hall.

He was really going to use that on her.

While she was still alive.

Why?

Was the hammer too merciful? Because if he hit her in just the right way, she'd be dead in an instant? Was it because of the amount of trouble she had given him that made him want to prolong her suffering? How long would he drag it out for?

And how were you going to get through this?

With no one there to hold you and assure you that everything would be alright, you found yourself wrapping your arms around the leg of the table that you had been chained to, holding onto it as though it were a lifeline while you watched the scene that was unfolding in the hall.

You shouldn't be looking. You knew that you shouldn't be looking, but something compelled you to keep your eyes on what was happening. Even though she had tried to use you so she could get away, something within you felt obligated to witness her last moments.

She was sobbing now, having looked behind and seeing Franklin with the chainsaw while she tried to crawl away. He stood above her, putting his foot on her injured leg and keeping her in place, which caused her to cry out louder. There weren't any attempts to attack him this time, only the way she desperately grabbed at the floor in front of her, still trying to claw her way to freedom.

Franklin revved the chainsaw.

That sparked new terror in her, and she began to beg for her life while she tried to shield her head with one of her arms.

That arm was what went first as the chainsaw cut into the meat and bone.

Within a few moments it was laying on the floor next to her head, her fingers still twitching while she screamed at the loss of her arm as she looked at the bloody stump. Franklin continued his work, taking the chainsaw to the other arm and repeating the action.

Her death couldn't have lasted all that long. People aren't built to survive having a chainsaw being cut into them repeatedly. In all likelihood she died after losing the second arm, either from the blood loss or the shock. Yet when he began to carve into the meat of her back, you swore you could still hear her screaming as the blood gushed out of her and sprayed onto him.

The chainsaw echoed alongside those screams within the confines of the hall, ripping up her body and flinging blood and bits of flesh and muscle everywhere, splattering onto the floor, walls and ceiling.

However long those moments truly lasted, it felt like an eternity to you as you sat there and watched as the hall began to fill up with blood, a puddle that expanded around the two of them, growing larger and traveling in the direction of the room you were in.

She was dead by this point. No person could survive losing that much blood.

But you swore you could still hear her voice.

Her screams finally stopped in your ears when Franklin stopped, turning off the chainsaw as he breathed heavily, looking down at what he had reduced that woman to. You were trying not to look at her, instead keeping your gaze on his back, your eyes naturally going to the wound that was still bleeding. His shoulders sank a little, likely in part because of the weight of the chainsaw that he still held. His breathing became a bit more controlled the longer he stood like that, until eventually he seemed to steel himself.

Had he lost control of himself? Was that not normal for him to do?

Those questions left your mind when he turned back to you and you were confronted with a new sight:

Franklin being absolutely covered in blood.

Those usual protections he wore for his face hadn't been there, so the blood dripped down his face, going as far as to run down his neck and end up beneath his shirt. He looked even more so like the deranged serial killer that he was, a madman who murdered anyone he came across and chopped up the bodies after as though they weren't even human.

With heavy footsteps, he returned to the room, a trail of bloody footprints following him in as he stepped in that pool of her blood. He didn't bother to look at you that time, only focusing on placing the bloodied chainsaw on that center table before turning around and leaving again, going somewhere out of sight.

The once glance you spared for the woman's body was brief, only lasting long enough for you to see just how much blood covered her and the open wounds on her back. There was more, but you tore your gaze away, holding onto the table leg again as you willed yourself not to look at her again. You didn't want the fine details of what a chainsaw could do to a person who had been alive, how easily the bones would've been broken apart or how much of a person would end up looking like dog food.

In keeping your eyes from looking at her, your gaze naturally went to the chainsaw. It was still dripping with her blood, the red falling from the blade and onto the table before it dripped off the edge of the table, going along with the slope of the floor and heading towards the grates.

It was a grim sight, but you found you'd rather look at that then look at her any longer.

Eventually Franklin returned. Apparently he'd gone to wash up as a majority of the blood from his face and hands were gone, though there were still smears of red on his skin.

His focus still wasn't on you as he went about cleaning up the chainsaw, walking it to the other end of the room while he removed the chain before he began to wipe it down with a damp towel.

With his back turned towards you once again, you saw that wound again. The bloodstain had only gotten bigger, but he didn't seem bothered.

…. Unless he didn't know he'd gotten injured?

Would he have missed that? Perhaps, with all that had happened when she had tried to get away.

Should you mention it?

That thought sparked a memory: a coworker at one of your old jobs had managed to cut her side on one of the tables at your workplace and hadn't noticed it. You had, but you didn't say anything as you had assumed she was aware of it. The next day she found out you had seen that but hadn't said anything and had berated you for it.

Franklin was a lot more deadly than your old coworker. If he found out that you knew he'd had an injury and you didn't say anything, that might be enough to get him upset with you.

Getting this man upset with you was the last thing you needed right now.

“You're bleeding.”

At the sound of your voice, he paused. Glancing back at you, his eyebrows were furrowed. Not sure if he hadn't heard you clearly, you spoke again.

“You're bleeding.”

This time you pointed at his back in an effort to show him the spot where the injury was.

He stared at you for a moment. Then you watched as he reached for the area you'd pointed to, and when he pulled back his hand to find the fresh blood that continued to soak through the material of his shirt was now on his fingers, he let out a noise that sounded somewhere between a grunt and a sigh.

He didn't say anything to you. After he finished cleaning the chainsaw, he left again.

The lights were still on and he hadn't moved the body in the hall. You weren't sure what was happening, if he'd be back or if he was done for now and would take care of the mess the next day. Hopefully not. Hopefully he'd at least come back to close the door so you didn't need to run the risk of seeing that woman's body when you woke up.

Franklin did end up coming back, and you kept your eyes averted as you heard him coming closer.

You jumped when he tossed a first-aid kit in front of you, the way the box appeared so suddenly and clattering against the floor so loudly startling you. When you looked back up to him, you found that he wasn't wearing his shirt.

He glanced at the first-aid kit before looking back at you, a small frown on his face.

“I can't reach the wound on my back,” he said to you, “so I need you to patch it up.”

“.... Okay.”

Franklin sat down in front of you and glanced back on occasion so he could keep an eye on you while you opened up the kit. Luckily for you, the wound on his back wasn't very deep. A relief, as it saved you from needing to go through the experience of needing to stitch him up.

Clean the wound. Disinfect the wound. Bandage it up. All steps were completed with shaking hands as every time you needed to touch his skin, you were convinced that you were going to do something that would upset him and he'd retaliate. And now that you'd seen what happened when someone managed to upset him, your imagination was even more vivid with what he might do to you. It was worst when you were disinfecting the wound, as he let out low noises whenever his wound would sting from the disinfectant.

All he needed to do was reach a hand back and smack you if you upset him too much. And it'd only take a few moments more for him to do something worse.

You scooted away from him when you were finished, signaling that you were done while also trying to put more distance between the two of you.

For some reason, he didn't get up to leave. While he turned around so he faced you again, Franklin stayed where he was, sitting on the floor of his butcher room while the woman's body stayed in the hall.

He was looking at you.

…. Was this good or bad?

“You had a chance to kill me,” he eventually said.

“What?”

He pointed to the kit, saying “there's a small pair of scissors in there. If you'd aimed them right, you could've killed me by stabbing them into my jugular.”

“Why didn't you do that?” he asked.

…... You weren't sure where this was going, or what the best way was to approach this. He hadn't said much of anything to you since meeting you that first time, and now the man was asking why you hadn't tried murdering him when given the chance.

It was mostly because you hadn't been thinking of it. After witnessing him murder that woman and seeing him covered in blood, terror had driven you to do as he said. You only mentioned the back wound because you were afraid he would be upset that you hadn't said anything, and you only did as he said in regards to bandaging him because a refusal seemed like certain death for you.

The certain death that was still visible from the corner of your eye.

“I don't..... I don't know that I could do that,” you whispered.

His eyebrows furrowed.

“Not even to the man who's been keeping you down here?” he asked.

After a moment, you shook your head.

Franklin was quiet, and you were wondering if your response was a bad one. Maybe all you had done was reaffirm whatever view he had of you in his head and he'd end this night by finally killing you off. Maybe every action you'd taken in staying quiet and out of his way in the hopes that he might have more sympathy for you had backfired and he only determined that someone as useless and pathetic as you deserved an awful death. Someone who was so controlled by fear that she didn't even notice an obvious escape from this situation, where he had been somewhat vulnerable for the first time since you'd met him.

The two of you sat in silence as the lights on the ceiling hummed above you.

Then he moved.

Getting back to his feet, Franklin collected the first-aid kit before he returned to the doorway. Flicking the light switch, he turned as he closed the door, and once again his eyes were on you.

This time there was a pensive look in his eyes.

And then you were shrouded in darkness once again as the door slid shut.

You awoke when something soft was thrown on top of you, and after a brief moment of panic, you found that he'd given you a blanket, tossing it on top of you as he went back to his work.

You thanked him as you wrapped it around yourself, grateful for the feeling of being covered after being exposed for so long. It hardly made sleeping on the surface of the floor any easier, but the soft material was a comfort to you.

He didn't say anything after you thanked him, and that day you spent your time focused on the blanket, keeping your eyes averted from what he was doing.

You chose to take the blanket as being a good sign. If he didn't like you, he wouldn't have bothered with anything like that. So him making an effort to make you feel a little bit more comfortable down there must've meant that he didn't dislike you. Maybe if you got a chance to talk to him a little more, you might get him to let you go. If you promised that you wouldn't say anything about him or what you'd seen him do, maybe he'd drop you off somewhere and let you find your way back to civilization. A long shot, but now one that seemed somewhat possible.

Unfortunately he didn't seem interested in talking to you.

And you found that more often than not, he would spend a significant amount of time staring at you. Sometimes just after he'd come in, sometimes when he was in the middle of cutting up a body. The awful noises you would hear would stop suddenly and you'd look over to see him watching you.

Having no clue what to make of that, you determined that it was better to stay quiet.

There was still a meat hook that remained empty. No need to make him decide to put you up there if he was reconsidering it.

Some time had passed since the incident with that woman had happened. You still had no true sense of how much time had gone by, but you were able to note when the hastily cleaned bloodstains in the hallway were becoming more faded.

And then the day came when Franklin finally decided to do something with you.

There hadn’t been anything odd about his behavior beforehand, nothing he had said or done that seemed out of place.

The only warning you got was the way the metal door screeched as it was flung open, startling you. You sat up to see Franklin standing in the doorway. He was staring right at you, and when your eyes met his, his jaw clenched and he walked towards you, pulling out a key from his pocket.

It was for the cuff around your ankle, as he knelt down in front of you and roughly yanked your leg towards him, slipping the key into the lock and opening the cuff.

Then he grabbed you by the arm and hauled you up.

The blanket that you'd wrapped around yourself fell to the floor, and when he began to lead you out of your small corner, you looked to where he was taking you:

The large table at the center of the room.

….. Oh god.

He forced you face first onto the table, your upper half resting against the metal while your lower half hung off the edge.

Oh god oh god oh god

He was finally gonna do it.

He was going to kill you. Cut you up into tiny pieces, save whatever parts of you he thought were good and then toss out whatever he felt was useless.

You were going to die.

That thought seemed to be confirmed when you felt him undo the clasp of your bra, pushing the straps out of the way so he had full access to the skin of your back. Calloused hands ran over your flesh, lightly squeezing certain areas before they went back to roaming all over.

You were shaking now, tears forming in your eyes as that giant cleaver was in your direct line of sight. It was easily within reaching distance for him. Any moment now he could grab it and start hacking away at you, and all you could hope for was that he would hit you in a way that ensured you would die quickly. You didn't want to live through the feeling of having your limbs chopped off or being slowly cut in half; if there was really no way out of this, then you just wanted it to be fast.

His hands had moved further down, feeling your waist before gliding over your panties.

Then he grabbed the elastic band and forced the thin fabric down to your thighs.

Warmth filled your cheeks at the humiliating action, making you press your face against the surface of the table in embarrassment.

He was going to go for the cleaver now, right? Begin the process of cutting you up, maybe alternate between the cleaver and the chainsaw.

Oh god..... Please don't let him stick me on the hook......

Soft whimpers were now coming from your mouth, ones that you couldn't contain no matter how hard you tried. He was going to hurt you, put you through total agony before he would eventually kill you. What your crime was you'd likely never know, but he would carry out your punishment regardless and keep you alive until he decided that it was time for you to die.

Please be fast, you begged silently.

Then there was a hand on your head. The same fingers that had been feeling up your flesh were now stroking your hair, petting you softly.

Almost like he was trying to comfort you.

You didn't have the time to realize how wrong that thought felt given all that Franklin had done to you.

Because there were fingers prodding at your entrance, pushing apart your pussy lips before one digit pushed itself inside of you.

A gasp was forced from your throat, both from discomfort as you weren't wet in the slightest and from shock as you finally realized what his intentions were.

….. Why?

After keeping you around for all this time, what made him decide to do this?

And was he still going to kill you after?

With the finger still prodding inside of you, you slowly turned your head to look back at him. His gaze was locked onto your cunt as he forced his finger in and out in an effort to get you ready for him, something that wasn't going as well as he'd hoped based on the way he was frowning.

…. Would he still fuck you if he couldn't get you loose enough? Or would he give up on it and decide to kill you?

Maybe.... Maybe if you went along with this, he might spare you. It meant swallowing the little pride that you had left, but so far you'd been allowed to live because you hadn't fought him, right? If you went along with what he wanted, then he really might let you go after.

It was worth a shot.

Franklin stopped what he was doing when he saw you begin to lower your hand down to your cunt, and from your peripheral vision, you saw that his eyes had narrowed. Yet he didn't do anything to stop you, curious as to what you were doing.

When you brought your fingers down to your clit and began to rub at the small bundle of nerves in an effort to lubricate yourself further, you didn't catch any change in him. No sharp intake of breath or laughter directed at you; he just watched wordlessly.

Then his fingers returned to your folds, pushing two of them in this time while his other hand left your head in favor of slipping beneath you so he could fondle your breasts. You let out a whimper, but you kept your focus on the fingers you had at your clit.

But while you were beginning to make noises, Franklin had yet to say anything or even show any signs that he was enjoying this. When you glanced back to him again, you couldn't read anything from his expression. Were it not for the fact that he was the one shoving his fingers into you, you wouldn't have thought that he wanted this at all.

Was he just playing with you? Was this some sort of sick joke, to see just how desperate you were for him to spare you before he really did go and kill you?

His eyes met yours then, and out of habit you made yourself look away.

You wanted to avoid him seeing you cry when he taunted you, if possible.

The hand he had at your chest moved to your back, pressing you down onto the cold surface of the metal. And as he did that, he removed the fingers from your cunt.

For a moment you thought that your fears were correct and you really were just being toyed with. Then a sharp pain that hit your ass made you cry out.

Franklin brought his hand back to the now-sore spot where he had hit you, and you heard him let out a low hum.

He brought his hand back down a few more times after that, the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh echoing in the room while you cried out every time his hand connected. It ended with your ass feeling bruised and sore. When you glanced back again, you saw a small smirk on his lips.

Ah..... That was the sort of thing he liked, was it?

That was confirmed when you felt his dick prodding at your leg through the fabric of his pants and apron.

He smacked you a few more times before returning his attention to your pussy, focusing again on loosening you up while you felt his cock get harder. That single finger of his fit in a bit more easily, and not long after he inserted a second one.

Though you felt you were reaching your limit when he tried to stuff in a third. You cried out, your fingers that were on your clit stopping their movements.

You couldn't do this.

He hummed.

And to your ear, it sounded like he was disappointed.

When he removed his fingers once again, you began to panic. You'd ruined it. Your one chance to escape certain death and you blew it.

“I'm sorry,” you began, tears falling as you continued with “I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm s-orry-!”

A hand rested on your head again while he hushed you. You shut your mouth, waiting to see what would happen next as you once again glanced back.

Franklin was undoing the ties of his apron, pulling the thing over his head before he grabbed you, lifting you up with one hand while he set the apron down where you had been laying. He placed you down on top of it, this time on your back so you could clearly see what he was doing.

There was little time wasted in the way he undid his belt and pulled out his cock, and even less time wasted in how he positioned himself between your legs, the tip brushing against your pussy lips as he moved in close.

With both hands on your hips, he shoved in.

Despite the efforts made by both you and him, it still hurt when he entered you, making you throw your head back while a cry escaped your lips.

Evidently it wasn't important to comfort you now as he ignored your cry of pain and began to thrust in and out. The hands on your hips kept you in place while he did what he wanted and his gaze stayed on the sight of his dick being swallowed by your cunt.

The first minute or so was painful, though the longer he went, the less pain you felt. Still, you wanted to lessen the pain further, so you again slid a hand down to your clit to find some relief.

He smacked your hand away.

He'd hit you with enough force that it hurt, and when you looked up at him with a confused expression on your face, you saw he was looking at you. He was still trying to keep his own expression level, but you could now see a slight flush to his face.

When your eyes met he smirked.

Franklin moved one of his hands slightly, repositioning so that he was still holding you down, but now his thumb was able to reach your clit.

He began to rub at the bundle of nerves, the way that his calloused, rough skin of his thumb harshly moved against you making you cry out again. You tried to find something to hold onto and ended up holding onto one of the straps of his apron when you couldn't find anything else.

His cock pushing into you started to feel better, something that was evident when your cries began to sound more like cries of pleasure. He pulled one hand away from your hip so he could use it to lean over you. Franklin's eyes went from your gasping mouth to your breasts that moved with every thrust and then to your stretched out cunt.

And when his eyes met yours again he reached out to cup your cheek.

The action felt almost loving. Just like when he'd placed a hand on your head to calm you.

This wasn't so bad.

Karma came instantly for a thought like that as you were forced to remember something important:

Franklin killed people.

He brutalized his victims when they were alive and then desecrated their bodies in death. A man who had likely been killing people for years was fucking you and there was no guarantee that you would live long after he was finished. The assortment of tools at his disposal were in that room with you, and all he needed to do after he was done was grab one and end you, and you would no doubt join those poor people on the hooks.

You didn't want to die.

So when his hand began to pull away from you, you grabbed it, your fingers brushing against his scarred skin as you brought it up to your lips, placing a kiss on his palm.

He stopped moving.

Panic filled you quickly as you feared you had messed up.

Then his hand pulled away from your grasp in order to grab you by the back of your head before Franklin forced his lips onto yours.

He was kissing you.

After the few seconds it took you to realize that, you made yourself kiss him back, going as far as to wrap your arms around his neck to try and pull him in closer, though as he was far stronger than you, you only managed to pull yourself up slightly.

Those dead people on the hooks had been next to you the entire time, and what they would have thought of you popped into your mind. If they would've understood your desperation to survive or if they would've felt choosing death was less pathetic than what you were doing now.

Franklin pulled away. His breathing was harsher now. And when he began to move again, his hips snapped against yours faster.

He came moments later, pushing himself against you while a deep groan rumbled through his chest. The feeling of the wet warmth that filled you made you whimper, and again you pulled yourself against him, burying your face against his shoulder.

The hand at the back of your head began stroking your hair again, once more in that comforting manner.

Don't kill me don't kill me don't kill me

Then he pulled your arms off of him, placing you back down onto the table while he stood back up. You whimpered when he pulled out and you felt his cum dripping out of you.

He chuckled.

“I'll keep you,” he said.

That got your attention, and you looked back up to him as he continued.

“You'll stay here with me. I'll continue as I have been with other stragglers that come this way while I keep you safe.”

….. He was the only one you needed to be kept safe from. But you held your tongue.

His hand went to rest on your stomach, fingers trailing over your flesh as he spoke again.

“I don't think you'd be able to help me with what I do,” he said, “so you'll stay upstairs and wait for me to come back up to you. Maybe when I can trust you, I'll let you go outside on occasion.”

Was staying here with him for the rest of you life worth it? Being trapped with him while he dragged down more unsuspecting people and killed them while you stood idly by?

His fingers stopped moving, and when you looked up to him again, there was a serious expression on his face.

“If you try to run, I won't show you any mercy,” Franklin said.

“..... I-I won't run. Promise,” you breathed.

“Good.”

He flipped you over, and you were surprised when you felt his cock brush against your pussy again. He'd gotten hard again that fast?

His pace was rough when he pushed inside again and you moaned. That earned you another soft touch to your hair which you leaned into, something he liked based on the way he hummed.

You caught sight of those bodies, however, your head facing in their direction as the pieces that still had eyes stared at you.

You turned your head away, clutching at the apron beneath you while you made yourself focus on Franklin.

This wasn't what you wanted. You wanted him to let you go, not fall in love with you.

But what the hell were you going to do about it now?

There was no telling how much time had passed by the time he was done with you, finally pulling away and readjusting himself while you laid on the table feeling sore and exhausted. His multiple releases and a few of your own were leaking out of your pussy and dripping down your thighs, and you cringed a little at the thought of how used you felt.

That's something you'll need to get used to, you thought to yourself. At least you'll be alive.

Franklin was gentle when he picked you up. Your head rested against his chest as he walked towards the door. Finally, you were leaving that room. Hopefully you'd never need to enter it again.

Hopefully he'd never feel the need to put you in there again.

The hallway was still stained with the blood of the woman he'd killed before, and as he walked you up the stairs, you noticed scratch marks in the walls. Like someone had dragged their nails along the walls in a desperate bid to keep themselves from being taken down there.

Don't think about it.

As you were brought up onto the ground floor of the house, you found that it was evening, and a glance through the windows you passed by showed you that there was still light out as the sun was setting.

You saw something else out there.

The junkyard you had seen on that very first day at the back of the house.

What caught your attention first was the wheelchair simply because it seemed out of place among the junked cars – maybe Franklin had meant to toss it and forgot.

And then your eyes were drawn to something that stood behind it.

Your car. The one you'd been driving when you hit the spike strip and crashed. That Franklin had brought back to his house saying that he could fix it.

Your car sitting within a sea of other vehicles that were in similar condition.

….. Don't think about the numbers. Don't think about any of it.

At least you're still alive.

Your hand went to clutch at Franklin's shirt while you pressed your face against his chest. You sensed him glancing down at you as he continued taking you to what you assumed would be a bedroom.

“We'll get you cleaned up and then sleep,” Franklin told you, “I'll give you a little something to eat in the morning so we can get you back to the point that you can eat meals again.”

You nodded.

At least you're still alive, you repeated once more.

[hxhmobage]

⸻ phantom troupe ✩

[rinhxh]

Leave it here.

'Newborn' spider.

(From Hunter X Hunter DVD Cover 1999 Version)

Poor Shalnark & ​​Phinks that wasn't included. 😅

Edit: Feitan too. 😅

[burnbrightorhellwill]

The phantom troupe

[mirasiberia]

8th of September 1970, the birth of Nobunaga Hazama! 🩷💜

For his birthday he unexpectedly received a love letter 💌👀

Happy Birthday 🎉💖

Let's get more curious about the drawing !!

What does that love letter say and from who is it from ?

If you zoom on the letter you might see who is it from and what's written 😉

Look at what that Bully wrote, Nevertheless he was the first one to wish him an Happy Birthday!

Who's include in this drawing ?

Uvogin, Franklin, Machi, Kuroro, Phinks, Shalnark

What's the gift of Phinks and Kuroro ?

Clue : 🗡

[sticklyskingdom]

rakugakis :3

[giuliano-fan-account]

hxh Chapter 395: Founding: Part 1

Ohm yg od oh my god I love this chapter!!!!!!

So let’s get started

Spoilers... What else??

I’m deciding to use the viz translations since I didn’t review yesterday and they come out on sundays so yeaaa

Ok so we begin with Hinrigh who has Cracked The Code on the Heil-Ly base thing

They’re gonna go after those two guys and...... To be honest I don’t care if they end up dying!!!! Go ahead!! I forgot their names already and Togashi’s going to need to manage the like 60 new characters that he’s made this arc...

Man, I miss Kurapika and the Zodiacs and the Princes and Beyonds team... hm... 

Like these characters I love and all like Lynch and Zakuro and Tserriednich’s Militia people and Hinrigh but Man where did everybody else go????

Well good news is later this chapter we at least have the troupe!!

(Togashis trying to tell us to enjoy the little detours-- to the fullest)

Volksen ever. Apparently her officially translated name is like Bork something but Volk is a lot better in My opinion and people spell Giuliano like Juliano all the time so does it Really Matter?

Volk makes me think of a Volkswagen car and Bork makes me think she has an acidic reflux I’m sorry.

Also Otocin = Otoshin (doesn’t really matter to me) and Momolly = Momori (Momori is way cooler sorry so I will also be saying Momori) 

I also permanently associate Volksen with octopi now but that’s besides the point.

Anyways enough about the 6 People from last chapter let’s move on. 

Fun fact I still cant remember his freaking name What Is it Somebody please say It nobody has said it in the past 5 chapters and I’m confused but anyways. 

He says the Phantom troupe are checking out 3102 (next to the trap room 3101) because they think there might be a Hideout behind rooms 3101-3103 and of course they’re being insane about it, since to them it doesn’t matter if they have a plan or not. 

He’s been talking a lot about people being captured..... Togashi? Is this going to be another big theme??

He needs some water or some skin moisturizer or something He can’t be living like this dude look how dry that skin is...

Anyways they're threatening this guy to get in the room as you do.

I’m going to thank Togashi forever for visuals because without them in this arc I would be entirely lost.

I really don’t have any sympathy for this guy but Imagine if three guys just came into your room and then cut a hole in your bathroom.

I’m sorry but in this panel he looks so emo it’s... It’s the hair and the... The everything looks extra emo.

I love this conversation cause it opens new parallels between the mafia and the troupe, which Phinks, Feitan, and Nobunaga are already involved with and it gives some more insight, but also What is Nobunaga holding right now.

Is that like a ball of light or something

And why is it the only one there

Anyways enough of looking at random details its its

ITS FLASHBACK TIME

When I saw this page spread I kid you not I think I went crazy for a second. It’s a callback to the flashback in chapter... 102 (the panels were redrawn!!!!!!@2442454##$#%^$#)

I was right with Chrollo being the one on the left and Franklin being the one on the right closest to the tape, but I thought Shalnark would be the one sitting in front of the elder, and Phinks was the one running at the bottom..... However..

THE ONE WITH THE CURLY WAVY HAIR IS SHALNARK.......... (broken heart crying emoji /pos) 

God I love this Flashback Look at them all. Shalnark and Chrollo are my best guess at like 9 years old and Franklin is probably like uhh 16 or something.

Franklin has a Oldest-brother-that-is-cool-and-is-in-college-while-you-are-in-middle-school vibe which I’m not being super specific about you guys have to know what I’m talking about right.

Tbh this part felt a bit like I was on something but it’s ok it works out!

I love how they have Territory like its warrior cats. Like theyre those kids on the playground that would play warriors (definitely not me /s) But its taken to the actual extreme and they actually fight.

I’m guessing Uvo is also 16 but Puberty just hit him in the face with an iron bat. He’s like the Average bully archetype but also taken to the extreme because they live in a dump city.

Machi... She’s just... She’s like 5 or 6 years old oh my god she’s a literal baby actually... and she’s just handing Uvo a “Murder Weapon” they would probably call it. 

Baby Syanorke being a little smartass and then Immediately getting hit in the head with a plank of wood and passing out This was like the funniest part ever

Look at him tumble

...

Wait

.....

No...

NOOO.......

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO HOLY CRAP

...Anyways let’s move past that...

Fist fight Immediately 1 v 1

The low quality running of the little guy I can’t believe he’s a little guy

HELP ME THIS IS TERRIFYING WHY DO THEY LOOK LIKE THAT 

He is also Average bully archetype No. 2 but a different flavor for sure...... His hair looks like a walnut Phinks what are you doing.... 

Umm ok so Age guesstimate... the first appearance Phinks looks older and then he looks smaller in the other panel... So I’m gonna say he’s like 13 and Feitan... 

...

Yea I have no Idea let’s just say 13 as well.

Get wrecked. I only noticed the arrow now so hopefully you see it too now.

The little guy the little thief 

Meteor city civilization real

AGAIN WITH THE PEOPLE GETTING CAPTURED AND STUFF??

Ok so Basically 

Since Meteor city residents technically don’t exist since they don’t have any form of identification, that means it was legal to kidnap them, kill them, commit crime against them etc since they technically “weren’t human”...

A while later to prevent this, Meteor city allied with the mafia to be safe, but before that there were hundreds of victims and 70% of them were under 15.

Their ties with the mafia grew stronger, and Nen abilities came about the elders, and a pledge was made (The law of retribution): 

“Only life can compensate for a life.”

“We’ll accept anything you leave here, but don’t ever take anything away from us.” (a note left at the kurta massacre, if it rings a bell) 

And so with all this going on the Phantom troupe formed 12234543

PAKUNODA!!!!!!!!!!!!! I love her hair so much here its real 

This is so adorale im cyring .........

Ddue just became a part of the council at 9 years old I guess!

Tiny Just tiny little ones

POWER CLEANERS HELP 

MIGHTY SWEEPIN POWER CLEANERS

He also created dubbing wow /s 

IM CYRING AGAIN ........ So Paku must be like 8 or something but they have an Older sister Younger brother dynamic lol 

SHEILA?!?!?! You mean the lady in volume 0 who looks uncannily similar to Pariston Hill? 

...*snif* *sniffleef* eu......e.ue ,, 

Omg its Sheila and Sarasa... Sheila still has her silly rat ears...

I like Sarasa she’s a little silly and I wonder if she’ll be relevant too but as far as I know I dont remember her.

hehe im just imagining all of them just sitting down and watching a really badly dubbed but endearing episode of the power ra-cleaners.

D Hunter.... 

I live them that’s all I have to say

Oh god More human trafficking 

Even worse child trafficking... Yea this is going to be relevant 

And then It just skips back to them peacefully HELP 

To be continued!!! Yea nothing bad happening here totally

I’m guessing since the Title of the chapter is Founding: Part 1 that we’re still going to be in the flashback in part 2 since there’s still stuff that needs to happen.

I mean we still have yet to see 12 year old Nobunaga and what about the whole Council thing?? 

Oh god wait somebody may get captured during the screening NO 

And why is it called founding?? The troupe is officially founded I think when they’re like mm... I wanna say maybe 6 or 7 years older so maybe there’s a time skip idk.

Anyways keep being silly Goofer man Behave yourself.

(remember the hunter exam applicant form or wtv in the 1999 version well I wanted to draw them so here ignore the bad coloring and shading i made this at 2 am) 

[pannacottababy]

Before the year ends, I want to say, thank you for being part of my 2023.

Anyway let us get to the main event.

I secretly did a new years thanks gift for ten of my HXH mutuals 🤭 Just a thanks for being part of my 2023!

1. Shoot is for @lostsoul07b

2. Machi is for @ayellowapple

3. Killua is for @chrollobestsimp

4. Chrollo is for @chrollosbiggeststan

5. Franklin is for @tsuangi-blog

6. Shaiapouf is for @autistic-shaiapouf

7. Phinks is for @pawphin

8. Feitan is for @feitan-portors-wife

9. Colt is for @scremmy-screm-scremmington

10. Gon is for @fireolin (I wasn't sure who you like so I just looked through your Tumblr, and you post Gon a lot!)

To all my hxh moots (and other moots), you guys are amazing and I love talking to all of you. Just remember my dms are always open!

Anyway I should probably go to sleep. Hope you guys enjoy <3