#might've bitten off more than you could chew with this one

[cloudwhisper23]

trick or treat! 🍬

Well, hello there! I hope you know what you got yourself into!

It was supposed to be her special day. That was what she'd heard all the time from her father as he asked what she wanted to to for her birthday. He reassured her that it was still going to be a special day even though he had to work. Even though their plans were completely ruined by the stupid Fazbear Entertainment Company.

Because somebody had destroyed all the animatronics. And he couldn't even be bothered to show his face. Had Gregory even been her friend to begin with? Cassie still wasn't sure as she sat idly, watching her father replace Roxy's faceplates.

They were lucky, he'd said cheerfully. The upgrades were so new the old parts were still around. It was tragic, what happened to Freddy though. They didn't have any extra parts to put him back together correctly, and that would require his head. So it would be a while before Freddy could even perform again. So the company brought in a replacement.

Cassie could admit that she enjoyed Mr. Hippo's stories a little bit. He was absent-minded but kind. He talked about anything and everything, and Cassie didn't even have to feel bad for tuning him out when her father exited the cylinder, Roxy close behind.

"Cassie!" Roxy exclaimed brightly. "I hope you've been having a wonderful birthday!"

Cassie giggled as Mr. Hippo exclaimed, "It's your birthday? Why, if I'd known that I would've gotten you a cake or something. I remember the last time I had cake..."

"It's been wonderful, Roxy." Cassie replied. Roxy swung Cassie up into her arms, much to Cassie's delight and her father's alarm.

Something clicked in Roxy's arm, and it buckled, dropping Cassie back to the floor. Her father was there in an instant, pushing her aside to guide Roxy back into the cylinder. "I told you we needed to double-check everything."

"Hmph," Roxy replied, sparing the chance to wink at Cassie amongst the scolding.

"Cassie!" a sharp whisper called out from one of the vents. Curious, Cassie wandered over. Mr. Hippo stayed put, completely lost in his story, as per usual.

She crouched down, peering through the vent. "Gregory?"

"There you are!" Gregory pushed the vent cover aside. "I wanted to wish you a happy birthday, but the Pizzaplex is closed."

"I wonder why that could be," Cassie replied sarcastically. "You broke all the animatronics, didn't you? You are the reason my party was cancelled."

"I wanted to come and apologize," Gregory replied sheepishly. "But that's not the only reason I'm here. Vanessa-"

"The security guard? You didn't tell me you knew her!" Cassie exclaimed.

"Shhhh!" Gregory glanced at the cylinder, but Cassie's father hadn't heard a word of their conversation. "Look, it's a long story, alright? I got locked in the Pizzaplex overnight and had to do some unpleasant stuff to get out."

"You're the reason Vanessa quit...." Cassie mused.

"Well, yes." Gregory had the grace to look embarrassed. "But we gotta make sure the new security guard is safe. I mean, this place is really suspicious, and with all those kids going missing, it's up to us to check the place out."

"We?" Cassie crossed her arms. "Gregory, I can't just-"

"It's not breaking the rules! You came here with an adult, so it's totally fine for you to be going all over the place, right?"

"I mean, I guess so, but-"

"Great! Let's go before that Hippo guy notices you're gone."

"Into the vents?" Cassie looked down at her friend doubtfully.

When Gregory nodded, all she could do was sigh and follow suit.

"What are we even looking for?" Cassie asked as Gregory tried unlocking the computer with yet another code.

"Evidence," Gregory replied. "Proof that this guy is who he says he is."

"And who does he say he is, Gregory? A security guard? I'm pretty sure that's covered. Mystery solved, we can go now."

"He says his name is Fritz Smith. But Vanessa says that guy was fired back in the '80s. So it's probably an alias."

"And you think his files are going to reveal his hobby of murdering children or something?"

"Don't tease me, Cass."

"I'm just saying-"

"Hey, what are you kids doing in there? Gregory?"

"Hi Mr. Walters," Gregory said, quickly hitting the security door button.

"Wha-"

"Gregory!" Cassie scolded, unlocking the door for her father.

"Are you feeling alright, kiddo?" Cassie's father raised an eyebrow, peering over Gregory's shoulder. "What are we up to?"

"None of your business," Gregory muttered as yet another attempt to unlock the computer failed.

"I'd say it is my business, considering you're trying to hack the account of someone I work for. What's this all about?"

"Gregory doesn't like the new night guard," Cassie supplied helpfully.

"I don't know if he's trustworthy. That's what I'm trying to find out."

"Well, you could try doing it in a way where I don't get fired-"

All three of them froze as the lights shut down. "Moon," Gregory whispered, sounding vaguely terrified. "I gotta go."

"Gregory?" Cassie asked, sounding confused, but her father caught her shoulders.

"Cass, you gotta pretend to be asleep," her father whispered, looking as nervous as Gregory had. "Moon's not- He can't be fixed. He won't let the technicians anywhere near him."

"What's wrong with him?" Cassie whispered.

"We don't know. But he's dangerous. And he's only safe when he thinks you're asleep. I don't know what Gregory is up to, but I need to make sure you're safe before I go after him, okay? Promise me that no matter what you hear, you'll stay here with your eyes closed?"

"I promise, but Dad-"

"I love you Cassie."

The screech of metal that followed was unlike anything Cassie had ever heard. Her father glanced around. "Close your eyes!"

Cassie curled up on the floor, squeezing her eyes shut as she hid under the security desk. "I'll be back as soon as I find your friend," he whispered.

So Cassie waited. And it was a long, painful wait. She knew Gregory could basically disappear when he wanted to, and this was definitely proof of that. She sometimes wondered if he had a radar for adults with the way he could just vanish when they saw him. But usually her father knew his way around Gregory's tricks.

When the power came back on, Cassie still didn't move for several minutes. She heard footsteps and the sound of the monitor turning back on, but her father had said to stay put no matter what.

Eventually though, she opened her eyes, peering out from beneath the desk. She had heard the clicking noises of an animatronic a few times, and a cold hand had touched her face once. But her father's voice didn't ring out, and neither did Gregory's.

"Dad?" Cassie called tentatively as she crawled out of her spot. She knew she wasn't supposed to come out until her father came back for her, but the lights were back on. Surely it was safe now. "Dad, did you find-"

She gasped as she spotted the bloody hat.

Jason Walters was just a man. His spine wasn't supposed to bend like that. Her father's green eyes were blank and empty, staring up at the ceiling. Something had torn into his throat as well, presumably the first thing to go. Almost like the animatronic knew she'd react if she could hear him scream.

"Dad...." Cassie covered her mouth with her hands as her vision swam.

He'd warned her that his job was dangerous before, but he always jokingly told her the night guards had it worse. Surely it couldn't get worse than this.

Heart sinking, Cassie wondered if Gregory had suffered a similar fate. No, he couldn't have. When the lights went out, it was like Gregory knew exactly what to do. And Cassie had delayed her father from going after him. Maybe he could've survived if he'd just followed Gregory immediately. Maybe he could've-

"Cassie?" Gregory's voice sounded staticky.

Dazed, Cassie turned to the monitors, which someone must've turned on. There weren't shoeprints, so maybe the visitor had been an animatronic of some kind. Cassie saw Gregory looking around anxiously as he tried to find her. "Cassie, can you hear me?"

She knew how to work the computer. Her father had asked her to send messages plenty of times before. "Gregory?" she breathed into the tiny microphone. "Gregory, are you okay?"

"Cassie? Where are you?"

"In the security office. Right where you left me-" Cassie couldn't force more words out. "I'm okay."

"I'll be right there. Just be safe, Cassie. The night guard is on shift, so we need to be careful now."

"Roger," Cassie replied numbly. She couldn't care less about the danger anymore. Gregory could survive on his own, which he'd proven over and over again. He wouldn't care less about her father, and he probably couldn't care less about her.

"Oh...." Gregory's face paled at the sight of her father, tossed like a broken doll in the corner, his bloody hat upside-down and across the room. "Wait, how are the cameras on? Do you just know your dad's password?"

"No. I don't know who turned them on."

"But you never left the room?"

"Dad said not to." Cassie was still looking at her father's corpse, feeling more and more empty by the second.

"Look at me. Cassie. Cassie, you gotta focus." Gregory tugged at her arm gently. "You can't keep... you're going to get nightmares."

"Moon," Cassie said blankly. "You both knew and neither of you said what he'd do to you if you got caught. He saw me. Neither of you considered that maybe this was something that could happen if he got his hands on me?"

"Cassie." Gregory was pleading now. "Did you see who turned the camera on?"

"No. My eyes were closed. Dad said to pretend to be asleep. So I did." Cassie turned to Gregory, tears streaming down her face. "Could I have stopped it? If I'd-"

"No, Cassie. But we need to have this conversation somewhere else, okay?" Gregory practically dragged her away from the sight of her dead father, running directly into the security guard entering the room.

Gregory yelped in fear, but the man had already caught his arm. "I presume you're the troublemaker that turned the lights off?" His voice rasped, and they couldn't see his face. "Come on, let's get you two away from this."

Zombie, Cassie thought blankly as the night guard guided her out of the room with a very angry Gregory. Maybe my father could do that too.

[kpop-stories-21]

Restricted Section | An Unexpected End

Group: ATEEZ

Pairing: Hongjoong x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3.5k

Rating: 18-21+

Genres + AUs: Non-Idol AU, Demon AU, Smut

Content & Trigger Warnings: Demon!Hongjoong, Human!Reader, mind manipulation(no dub con, I promise), shapeshifting, frightening imagery, mind breaking, bribery, rough sex, pain kink, dirty talk, unprotected sex(wrap that shit up kids), soul trapping, reader has those babies Hwa put in her and it's very emotional

Summary: With the last key now in your possession, you can finally enter the restricted section and see if there really is a treasure. But what you find inside makes you wonder if you might've bitten off more than you can chew.

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When you awoke, you were alone in Seonghwa's room. The pink-haired Eldritch being was nowhere to be seen, the only indication you had even encountered him was the large key clutched in your hand. A part of you wanted to go look for him, but you held yourself back. You were so close now, all you had to do was unlock the Restricted Section, claim the treasure and you would be able to care for your mom like you'd always wanted.

Upon returning to the main floor of the Library you found an old, battered door set in the wall across from the front desk. An intricate metal lock was set into the door in an "X" shape, with three normal-sized keyholes on each branch and a large one in the middle.

"Now I know that wasn't there before." You said to yourself. "This must be the door to the Restricted Section."

Emptying your pockets onto a nearby chair, you examined the lock to see if there were any indications that you had to put each key in a certain slot.

Sure enough, there was a small symbol above each keyhole except the centre one, but that one was kinda obvious.

The first one you looked at had a spear symbol. It had to be History, so you grabbed San's key and slotted it in. It turned, then clicked. You smiled happily and moved on to the next one.

It only took a few minutes for you to insert all the Guardians' keys, leaving you with Seonghwa's Master Key. Inhaling deeply, you put it in and turned it. There was a loud, audible click! and the door swung inward on creaking hinges.

A draft of icy cold air rushed up to greet you as you nervously eyed the darkness that engulfed the stairs. As you were about to begin your descent, you felt a strange sensation in your stomach and looked down.

To your utter surprise you found that your belly was extremely round and swollen, giving you the appearance of being pregnant and ready to go into labour at any moment. How is this happening? Surely I wasn't asleep that long. You wondered helplessly. Or do the offspring of cosmic entities just develop impossibly fast?

All you knew right now was that you couldn't go into that terrifying darkness and whatever it might be hiding when you suddenly felt like you were about to pop.

At this point you were heavily considering looking for Seonghwa, but there was so much of the Library you hadn't explored yet that you feared getting lost.

A gush of warm liquid soaked your pants and you felt a sharp pain through your midsection. The little ones inside you moved about excitedly, as if overjoyed to finally escape their confines.

Your mind whirled frantically, trying to figure out where you could go to be as comfortable as possible. The only place you could think of was the sofa in the Guardians area, the one Seonghwa had put you on while you were encountering Wooyoung.

Stumbling back through the familiar double doors you made a beeline for the sofa, lowering yourself onto it and heaving a sigh of relief when the strain on your back eased.

Letting out a cry as a bolt of pain seared through you, you wished desperately that Seonghwa would hear you and come running to help. But now matter how many times you screamed in agony or called his name, he never showed.

After what seemed like forever, you felt pressure against your entrance and instinct took over as you began to push.

Hours later you collapsed back on the sofa, exhausted to no end after having given birth to five tentacled babies. You wanted to reach down and hold them close, but you were so worn out that you couldn't find the energy to even lean forward. Darkness took hold of you and your head slumped forward as you passed out.

When you returned to consciousness, the room was silent. Had the babies gone to sleep? Pushing yourself into a sitting position, an alarmed cry left your lips as you glanced down and found that all five little ones had disappeared.

You leapt to your feet, intending to go search for them, when you remembered the Restricted Section. Torn, you chose to trust that Seonghwa had taken the babies and returned to stare once more at the dark void that awaited you.

A flashlight had been placed in a chair close by, and you took it gratefully. A deep breath in, and you began your descent.

As soon as you stepped off the stairs, whispers began to echo around you. You didn't recognize the voice, but its deep and rumbling tone put you on edge. Before you stretched a long, yawning tunnel that extended as far back as you could see. More determined than ever to finish what you'd started, you moved forward.

The further down the tunnel you went, the louder the whispers grew. Before long they became cacophonous and you dropped the flashlight in order to cover your ears with your hands.

Plunged into total darkness, you felt a chill creep up your spine. Something brushed against your left arm and you jolted, hands falling from your ears as you realised the whispers had stopped.

A dark chuckle dripping with malice echoed from directly in front of you and you looked up, eyes scanning your surroundings as you retrieved your flashlight.

You let out a scream at the sight before you, stumbling backwards to create as much distance as possible. The blanketing darkness evaporated, and you saw a treasure chest chained to a pedestal. But it was what guarded the chest that terrified you so.

The creature that stood there was only a few inches taller than you, with the general figure of a humanoid male. Long ebony horns grew up out of his ash blonde hair, curling gracefully around his head with the points almost meeting at the back. One eye glowed crimson with a slit pupil while the other was bright gold and bore a pentagram pattern. His curved black nails ended in sharp points, looking more like claws than actual fingernails.

"Wh-What are you?" You called out, clenching your fists to quell their shaking.

The creature chuckled derisively. "Well I should think that would be obvious. But since you seem to be at a loss for words, I'll just tell you. Don't expect it to happen a second time, though."

The creature bowed smoothly, eyeing you with a crooked smirk as he introduced himself. "The name's Hongjoong, and I'm one of the most powerful demons in existence."

A sliver of confidence poked its head out, and words were leaving your mouth before you could process them.

"How come you're not out causing mayhem then? Surely you can't be that powerful if you've been trapped here."

Anger flitted across Hongjoong's face and he snarled, stalking towards you rapidly. Mentally facepalming yourself for being so dumb, you backed away until you hit a wall and could go no further.

"Just because I can be trapped doesn't mean I have no power, mortal." He spat, face hovering mere inches from your own. "The only reason the Guardians and the Keeper are still here is because I am keeping them here."

Shit, just what have I gotten myself into?

"I-I apologize for angering you. I only wish to take the treasure and leave."

At this Hongjoong laughed loudly. "You still haven't figured it out, have you?"

The hope in your heart faded some as you stared at him in confusion. "What do you m-mean?"

"Silly little Y/N. I was hoping you'd be smarter this time around."

Finally it dawned on you what he was trying to say. "There isn't any treasure, is there?"

"Ding, ding, ding! Give the lady a prize!"

"Then if there's no treasure, why am I even here? Do you enjoy leading people on?"

Hongjoong's grin turned menacing. "No, not all people. Just you, my little dove."

You froze in place, eyes wide at the words you'd only ever heard from your mom. "H-How…"

"You don't remember? I was the one who gave you that nickname after all. But that is not important right now."

As he spoke the room was plunged into darkness again, and everything around you went quiet. You looked around nervously, even though you couldn't see anything.

"H-Hello? Is anyone there?"

Movement off to your right. You whirled, still seeing nothing but blackness. Then a light flicked on and you saw a door in the wall. From behind it you could hear a faint voice that sounded like your mother. Against your better judgment, you went towards the door and cautiously pushed it open.

Bright light flooded your vision and you blinked rapidly until your eyes adjusted. You were in…your childhood bedroom? You hadn't lived at home in years, what were you doing here?

"Y/N, your boyfriend is here!" Your mom called through the closed door. "Come entertain him while I finish dinner."

Boyfriend? You didn't remember bringing over anyone before your mom got sick. You'd always been more focused on studying than messing around with guys.

What the hell is going on here?

Unnerved, you stepped out into the hallway of your family home and made your way downstairs to the front door. Opening it revealed a face you couldn't bring to mind, yet felt you should know. All that came to mind was that his name was Kim Hongjoong and he was your boyfriend.

"Hey Y/N, I missed you." He hugged you warmly, his usual fresh cotton scent washing over you and calming your jittery nerves. You hugged him back.

"You saw me three hours ago, what do you mean?!"

You teased, giggling as he stepped back and allowed you to lead him inside.

"What can I say? Three hours is like an eternity when you're not with me."

"Oh, shush. It can't be that bad." You grinned. Hongjoong just shook his head as the two of you entered the living room and sat down on the couch.

"Mom said dinner should be ready soon, so we can just hang out here until she calls for us."

"That sounds lovely, my little dove."

You jerk, body going rigid. Something about that pet name doesn't sit well with you.

"Only mom calls me that." You force out, throat closing as if some unseen force was trying to shut you up. "You…don't get…to call…me…that…you demon!"

A growl came from the man beside you, demonic features springing into view. At the sight of him your memories came rushing back and you scrambled to your feet, hurrying to get as far away from him as you could.

"Stay away from me, you monster!" You yelled, shielding your body and squeezing your eyes shut.

"Y/N, are you okay? Is something wrong?"

Your mom's voice pulled you out of it and you looked around, heart pounding wildly.

"Wh-Where is Hongjoong?"

"He couldn't make it for dinner today, remember sweetie? He had pressing business at the college."

"Oh." Is all you could manage as your mom ushered you to sit at the dining table.

Two plates rested on the polished surface, hidden under silver covers. Something about it had dread rising in your stomach as you eyed the hidden meal before you.

"Dig in, dearie. It'll get cold otherwise."

Swallowing, you slowly reached out and touched the cover's handle. Pain seared your fingers, and panic began to claw up your throat when you realized they were stuck to the handle.

"What's wrong, little dove?" Your mom's voice began to pitch deeper with every word, her skin shriveling and peeling off her body. "Not hungry? Oh that's too bad. You've not had a meal in years, you really should eat something."

The image of your mother flaked away, revealing a maniacal-looking Hongjoong whose grin looked insane and too wide for his face. A red light flared up behind him, casting a bloody sheen over everything and making Hongjoong look truly demonic.

Terror filled you and you let go of the plate cover, fingers no longer stuck. Backing away again, you felt tears fill your eyes as he stood and slowly walked towards you.

"What do you want from me?!" You screamed, vision blurring as tears continued to flow.

Hongjoong's laugh echoed eerily through the room, which was rapidly growing dark once more.

Instead of answering, he spoke as if he hadn't even heard you. "You know, one thing Seonghwa failed to mention is that time flows differently here in the Library. In here, it's only been a few days. But I can see what goes on everywhere and outside, in the real world, it's been years. Your mom's not even alive anymore. She died alone and afraid, thinking that even her own daughter abandoned her in the end. You've lost the only reason you came here, so what will you do now?"

It was like a switch suddenly flipped in your head at his words. All the pain, the grief, and the torment suddenly cut off, as if a door had been shut. Your mind was empty, as blank as a fresh canvas.

Noting the vacant look in your eyes, Hongjoong chuckled. "Oops, I think I broke her."

"What do you want?" The words were flat, leaving your lips without tone or inflection.

Hongjoong's grin widened impossibly.

"That's quite simple, really. All I want is you. I hate seeing you in torment like this, and I can make it stop for a bit. All I ask is that you let me give a sampling of what I can do for you. Let me help you feel again, and after that, you get to choose what happens."

"Alright." You agreed numbly.

Hongjoong wrapped his arms around you and the aroma of cotton laced with sulfur filled your senses. The heady scent invoked a sense of calmness and security you hadn't felt since your mom got sick. Your body relaxed into the demon's side, bringing a more genuine smile to his face.

He snapped his fingers and the room changed. You found yourself in an extravagant bedroom, rich colours and opulence everywhere you looked. The walls were papered in a floral pattern of red and gold, the floor covered in thick red carpet. A large four-poster bed took up most of the space, with sheets and bed curtains made of red velvet and gold brocade.

Hongjoong lifted you onto the bed and climbed up beside you. "This is gonna feel so good, Y/N, I promise. I just have one question for you: am I allowed to go rough?"

You nodded almost frantically. "Please, I-I want to feel something!"

Hongjoong smirked delightedly. "As you wish, my beloved."

Gently he removed first your clothing, then his own. His lips wrapped you up in a wild kiss and heat flooded through your body, searing your skin to the bedsheets.

Warm hands roamed your body, long nails gently scraping in the best of ways. He broke the kiss to latch onto one of your nipples, nibbling and sucking while his hands slid ever lower.

Two fingers prodded at your folds, careful not to stab as they searched for your g-spot, a low moan letting Hongjoong know when he found it. A third, then a fourth finger slipped in, stretching you out deliciously.

"Mmh, Hongjoong please-" you begged, needing to feel him, to feel…anything, honestly.

"Very well, beloved. Just tell me if you wish me to stop."

Without any further warning the demon slammed into you, filling you up in one swift motion that had you seeing stars.

"Oh god, fuck y-yes, just like that!"

The pace Hongjoong set was brutal, pounding into you so hard you weren't sure if you were moaning from the pain, the pleasure, or both.

"Fuck Y/N, you're so damn tight. Wouldn't believe what all you'd taken in that slutty little cunt of yours if I didn't know better."

His nails scratched over your ribs, leaving behind red lines and ripping a moan from you that had him eyeing you in surprise.

"Liked that, did you? You want to feel a little pain?"

"Yes please, H-Hongjoong! Make it hurt, I need to feel something!"

Hongjoong went mind-bendingly fast, bed banging against the wall with every move. His nails dug into your hips, leaving pinpricks of pain that welled with drops of crimson.

"Ah, shit, gonna fuck you full of my cum Y/N. Make you feel everything, every single part of me, and all the bliss that comes with it."

His words burned a coil in your belly that stretched tighter and tighter until you felt ready to explode.

"I'm, I'm gonna-"

"I got you, Y/N, you can let go. Cum with me!"

He thrusted into you one more time, burying himself deep inside, screams of Hongjoong's name flying from your throat as both of you fell over the edge together.

After cleaning up the two of you lay on the bed, panting. Hongjoong turned to you with a smile, horns ripping little holes in the sheets he did so.

"How are you? Feel anything yet, my little dove?"

Pain. A sharp pounding in your head as all the emotions locked away suddenly poured forth, filling you with grief, anger, and fear.

Nearly falling off the bed in your haste, you pulled your clothes back on, backing away from Hongjoong for a third time.

"Why are you doing this? What do you gain from tormenting me like this?"

Hongjoong sighed, expression a mixture of annoyance and resignation.

"Don't you remember Y/N? Think hard, really hard. It's in there somewhere!"

Taking a deep breath, you racked your brain, wading through clouds of fog hovering in your mind. A few good pushes, and a gasp left you as all the suppressed memories came rushing back.

The first time you came to the Library was many lifetimes ago. Back then, it was an actual library, housing all manner of magical texts and other supernatural objects. It was known that the Library was owned by a demon named Hongjoong, and that all his employees were also supernatural beings.

You were the daughter of a simple village witch, looking for a way to bring back a beloved sibling taken too soon. You'd heard the Library had a little of everything, surely there was a book detailing a ritual for bringing back the dead that didn't have dire consequences.

For the next several months you went there each day, searching every book on every shelf. Over time the desk clerk, a kind being named Seonghwa, fell for you and began aiding your search almost to the exclusion of his other duties.

However, Hongjoong had been watching you from afar and also fell for you. When he saw Seonghwa's affections change toward you and that you returned those affections, he became jealous and angry. He used his powers to curse you and everyone in the Library, even the building itself.

He created a loop, a cycle of death and rebirth that would pull you in over and over. He would send out rumours about a treasure in the library to draw you in and then run you through various "trials" to wear down your defenses. At the end he would give you a taste of being with him and ask you to choose. If you didn't choose him, he would take your soul and the cycle would begin anew. He and all the beings who worked in the Library would be trapped within the building, untouched by time, until the day you finally chose him over Seonghwa.

Staggered by the things you now remembered, you gasped at him in horror.

"You think, with all things I remember now, that I'm somehow going to magically change my fucking mind?"

You glared at him in fury, fists clenched tightly.

"Seonghwa was nicer to me than you ever were. Hell, I barely saw you enough to even know if you could be nice to me! I will pick him over you every time, and no mind game of yours will change that."

Hongjoong's face darkened and a snarl twisted his lips.

"Very well then."

A beam of red fire shot from his clawed hand to bury into your chest with a bright bolt of pain. You fell to your knees, screaming in agony as a sensation akin to your insides being pulled out spread through your body.

The red beam slowly retracted, pulling with it a thin strand of white that felt very much like a part of you. When the beam fully returned to Hongjoong, he tenderly wound the white strand around his fingers.

"It's always so pretty, your soul. No matter how many times I take it, it always fascinates me how pure your core is."

He leaned over, watching as you gasped for breath. Your body was growing transparent, fading away without a soul to ground it.

"No matter how many times you die Y/N, no matter how many times you're reincarnated, you will always come back here. Perhaps one day you will see the light and end this cycle of pain, but until then, I bid you farewell."

His features were lit with devilish glee as watched the last bits of you fade away.

"See you soon, my little dove."

[brothersandtragedies]

So I just found out about We Were Tomorrow from your gifsets. I liked Chai Romruen Hansen in Night Sky and want to watch this show, but I can't seem to find it anywhere. Did it get completely pulled from streaming services or something? Would you be able to point me in the right direction of where to find it?

Heyho !!

As far as I know, the project has been in the pipe since 2016 when it allegedly made its first public appearance somewhere. Madeleine Kennedy released the trailer in 2020 on her VIMEO, but according to my own research it hasn't aired yet and it's also questionable if it ever will.

The sources are a bit contradicting. Apparently it launched again in 2019 and then disappeared again, other sources say it launched in 2021. The background for this isn't clear and so far, I couldn't find out more. Right now, the new sources say that the series is from 2022, what could've implied that they planned on airing it last year. But since that didn't happen, I suppose we will have to wait longer or will never see it at all.

The instagram and Facebook was still active in 2019 / 2020 and then the pandemic hit, so that would explain the delay pretty good, if they're still planning on launching it.

On the other hand... since I'm also working in the same branch, I have the suspicion that Mad Lane Productions might've bitten off more than they could chew and the series did cost them an insane amount of money. The company's small anyway. We do have an insane competition pressure and maybe it just didn't take off in the first place. Also, without a streaming service or channel to take We Were Tomorrow, it's gonna be difficult. Maybe someone backed out (so far, Syfy's the only one that was mentioned to produce / have it??).

IMO, I don't think that's the case, though. According to MOVIE PILOT, the status hasn't changed from In Progress Without A Launching Date for Season 1 in years. The pandemic is the best explanation so far and in my experience, sometimes it just takes a very long time before projects are fully finished.

Many people are wondering what's going on and if it will ever be released. I hope they do, the trailer really hyped me up. But ofc I am sad that I couldn't help you out with more but this.

Let's hope we'll see it one day.