#they both have some weird ass demented ideas I’m not gonna lie

[totallynotgoat]

If I had a nickel for every time there was a man with a fucked up face that had an almost sexual obsession with genital mutilation in the Outlast series, I’d have two nickels

Which isn’t a lot but it’s weird that it happened twice

[liltcm]

hylandtask001

lillian christine thomas: sept. 5th, 2019

“Hello, Ms LILLIAN THOMAS. My name is Detective Booth and I’m handling this case. I don’t need to go into details; you know why you’re here, and we already have you down as a suspect in her death. We’ve got witnesses to corroborate and a budding timeline, but we need more information from you directly. Make my day easier and cooperate with me on this, will ya’? I just need you to answer these questions for me. Do me a favor and don’t lie – you’re talking to a trained professional right now, I’ll be able to pick up on certain things whether you realize it or not. Lying will only come back to bite your ass later on. Just some food for thought. Let’s begin.

Lil did not want to talk to these people. She thought about her court hearing with Dominique; a charge for attempted murder only amounting to a shitty ten-day restraining order. She was livid, and didn’t want to cooperate. This was now the third time she’d been in a room like this, and she was getting sick and tired of it. She said nothing to his initial greeting, arms crossed over her chest, clearly irritated that this was happening.

Q: I’m gonna’ start light. I hate interrogators who go straight into the hard stuff, ya’ know? I find it impolite. So, tell me a little about yourself. Give me your full name.

“I’m Lillian Christine Thomas. I go to Hyland University, I’m a dance major and cultural anthropology minor. I work at the library so I don’t have to talk to people, and I’m president of Hyland Dance Alliance.”

Q: Alright. Tell me your date of birth and age.

“October 31st, 1999. I’m twenty going on twenty-one. How old are you?”

He laughed lightly, and she didn’t laugh back. He took that as a cue to continue.

Q: Where did you grow up? What was your home life like? Tell me about your family and your upbringing. Give me your story.

“I lived in Crystal Lake with my mom and dad for a while and then moved here to Chicago when they split. They had split custody so I was always going back and forth. Mom got remarried when I was seven to this Asian lady that I’d thought was my godmother. Life with moms was cool but dad was a little weird to be around; I think he resented my mom and I have her face. I have an older brother Charlie, who was mostly nice to me but still picked on me like a normal older brother. I danced. A lot.”

Q: Tell me about the most impactful people in your life. I’m not picky – they can be good or bad impacts.

“My sophomore year biology teacher pulled me aside to talk to me about how I was doing when I clearly wasn’t doing alright. I wasn’t raising my hand in class anymore even though I clearly loved science, I could hardly stay awake, and I never turned in homework on time. She was the only person to notice or ask me and just didn’t assume I was lazy.”

“Other than that, I would say... my dad. He’s a CEO and is on his second wife since divorcing my mom. We had a falling out when I came out of the closet to him, and things still aren’t fixed. But it’s more complicated than that, now. I think we were closer when I was younger, but age just divides people, I guess. Still, he’s had the most impact on me lately, so.”

Q: What are your goals in life? What would be your ideal final ending? What would help you reach these goals?

“Uh... I guess I just want to dance. If I could dance until I died I would. Like those people in France. They did that, right? The French? Diagnose me with that.”

Q: How would you describe yourself?

“Prickly. Dynamic. Harsh. But reliable, a team player. I’m good at understanding people but don’t have the patience to layer everything I say with bubble-wrap.”

The investigator, Booth, very badly covered a snort. Lil wasn’t trying to hold any barres; fuck these guys. They could interrogate her as much as they wanted and she’d still tell them the same things.

Q: What do you do in your free time? What’s your idea of fun? What sports or extracurriculars are you in at Hyland University?

“I dance in my free time. Dancing is my idea of fun. A good birthday party is my idea of fun. Pokemon. Normal shit. Fuck sports, but I do watch games sometimes to support friends even if I’m bored.”

Q: Do you drink? Smoke? Take drugs of any kind? Answer carefully on this one, kid.

“Do you count Zoloft? Because if you do then we’re probably going to have a problem.” 

Q: Tell me about the relationships in your life. Friendships, romantic, everything in between. 

“Romantic? None. Friendships... I’ve been friends with Caroline Kinsey since we were just being freed from the duck-foot trap that are diapers. We’re not particularly close but she’s been there long enough that I consider her important.”

“Reid Garwin gets on my nerves but he trusts me enough to have the key to his apartment for some reason and I’m planning on leaving a dog at his place. Is that a crime? Is that reverse stealing?”

Q: What’s the best thing that has ever happened to you? What’s the worst?

“My best moments happen on stage. Every time I can possibly think of I’m surrounded by all of the people that share my passion and support me and move with me.” 

The detective seemed warmed by this, which is why she decided to attack him next.

“Both of the worst things that ever happened to me are probably in your fucking case file on me, considering I went to court for both of them. Thanks a whole lot, by the way. Fucking ace detective work, pretending giving someone something they’re allergic to and then literally stabbing them in the chest with an EpiPen isn’t attempted murder or at least assault. How much did Daddy pay you? This department is a little bitch. I bet if Morgan’s parents were paying you that much the case would be “solved” by now.” 

His pleasant expression wiped clean off of his face. If he was going to try to incriminate her then she was going to shove blame right back onto him. “That case is closed.” He couldn’t say shit because Lil knew she was right. They both knew. Fucker.

Q: Let me throw in a fun one, lighten up the mood. Would you rather only be able to tell the truth or only be able to lie?

“The truth. Lying is stupid.”

He made a mark with his pen and Lil wondered what it was. The question was stupid, too. “I could’ve guessed that.” He admitted.

Q: Did you kill Morgan Parrish? 

“I don’t see my lawyer around so I elect to say nothing on that.” 

Q: Let’s get some background information on this. How do you know Morgan Parrish?

“We had the same freshman seminar class. We hit it off because we both liked to talk shit about people.” 

Q: Explain the extent of your relationship with her. Was it platonic? Civil? Rocky? Romantic?

“Rocky and romantic. We dated for a while, but it didn’t always feel like dating. Have you seen those kinky porn videos where people get vibrators tied to them and they just have to sit there and suffer until they cum? That’s how it felt with Morgan, emotionally and physically. Suffering and catharsis until you’re kicking and screaming.” 

The detective pulled a face of distaste; obviously, it was too much information but that was honestly how Lil would describe it. “What? Squimish, detective? I would’ve thought you’d heard everything by now.” 

Q: In your own words, describe Morgan Parrish to me.

“A self-serving, lying, cheating, manipulative bitch. Do you want me to elaborate?” 

Booth inhaled a deep breath, and if this were any other setting Lil would’ve been satisfied that she was aggravating him this much. She must be the most insufferable person he’d ever interrogated. 

Q: Would you say your life got better or worse upon meeting Morgan Parrish?

“Sometimes it was worse, sometimes it was better, sometimes it was the same. You’re asking a lot of leading questions. You do realize humans are complex beings with complicated feelings? Or do you treat everyone that walks in here like a lizard person?”

Booth threw his pen onto the table, scrubbing his eyes with his hands and sitting up in his seat, staring at Lil with a stern expression on his face. “Miss Thomas-”

“It’s Lil.” 

He ignored her. “Miss Thomas, you do understand that this is a serious investigation and that it would be in your best interest to answer these questions seriously and honestly.” 

Lil sat up in her seat, leaning on the table. “What makes you think I’m not being serious? Was it my laughter? Or did my smile give it away?” she hadn’t given even a hint of a smile in three days, much less in this fucking room. “Do you want me to pretend this is a pleasant conversation? I don’t want to talk to you or even fucking look at you. I’m answering your questions. What else do you want?” 

“Some respect would be nice.” 

“You haven’t earned any.” 

They both stared at each other hard. He slouched back into his chair, picking up his pen and fiddling with it before looking back down at his questions.

Q: What was your favorite thing about her?

“She was transparent. She knew who she was and owned up to it. I admired that about her.”

Q: What was your least favorite thing about her?

“She was cruel and mean and only cared about herself. Next?”

Q: Where were you the night of her murder?

“I don’t remember for sure. I want to say at rehearsals? They take attendance if you want to get that deep.” 

Q: Where were you the day before?

“To be real with you probably the same place. Or at work or something.”

Q: Where were you after?

“Do you mean when they found her body? I don’t know. I saw it on the news while at school, eating lunch in the union. Needless to say I threw it up.”

Q: How did you feel about her passing?

“At the time I was just scared and freaked out. You don’t expect that kind of stuff to happen to people you know.” 

Q: What do you think about the way she died? Just as a refresher, Morgan Parrish was drugged, strangled, beaten, and then shot.

“What do you mean what do I think? Do you want me to give my expert analysis since you guys haven’t had luck finding the killer yet? Either someone’s just demented as all fuck or they really hated her. Maybe both.”

The eye contact was intense but Lil didn’t back down from it. She supposed his approach to her sass was just going to be ignoring it from here on out.

Q: Did you make any sort of tribute to her death and put it on social m-

Lil’s answer would’ve been a huge big fat no, if she’d had time to answer the question, but then someone else was opening the door to the room she was in.

Another interrogator walks into the room. She’s holding a folder with your picture clipped to the front. She opens it in front of Detective Booth and whispers something into his ear. He shoots you a look and then excuses himself from the room. He returns twenty minutes later, features stony. He quickly writes something down on his notepad and then caps the pen.

Lil’s anxiety spiked, even though she knew they were trying to make her nervous on purpose. She’d been through this already, and she knew that she couldn’t slip up, and that she shouldn’t lie. She just hoped she didn’t lie inadvertently. 

Q: Change of plans. I’m going to scrap the questions I had prepared and ask you what I see fit. Where were you exactly the night Morgan Parrish died?

“I already told you I was probably at rehearsals. April is when technical rehearsals kick up so I was probably at light tech.”

Q: Tell me all the details you can remember from that night.

“Uh. Assuming I’m correct about being at rehearsals, I would’ve been there at around 8pm and would’ve gotten out at around 10pm. Probably went to get food with my roommate really late at a drive-thru.”

Q: Were you intoxicated at any point?

“No.”

Q: Are there any witnesses able to corroborate your story?

“Over ten people, so yeah.” 

Q: I feel like you’re leaving things out. Tell me all the details you can remember from that night.

The berating was grating on Lil’s nerves. What did they want from her? A confession? “I woke up at five am to get to work by six, because I always work at six. Worked for a few hours, went to my first class - I don’t remember which class it was so don’t fucking ask, thanks. Then I would’ve gotten food until my next class, and then eaten again and done homework in the library until I had rehearsals. And then you already know the rest.”

Q: … are you telling me the truth, kid? We got six other students we’re talking to today – sure would suck for you if one of ‘em was able to prove that something you’re saying is false. 

“You’re asking me questions about something that happened over a year ago. Maybe you should do your job better and get on it faster and then maybe you’d get an exact account. If something I said ends up not being true it’s not because I did anything wrong on purpose. Fuck you.” 

He was trying to scare her into saying something and she wasn’t going to have it. 

Q: What was the last thing you said to Morgan?

“Probably that I fucking hated her guts. Why?” 

Q: Have you ever gotten into a physical altercation with Morgan before?

“Yeah? And?”

Q: Have you ever fought verbally with Morgan?

“What the fuck do you think?” 

He cleared his throat, and Lil looked away from him with an eye-roll. 

Q: Would you say you felt safe around Morgan?

“No. Fuck Morgan.”

Q: Do you wish you had never met Morgan?

“No shit, Sherlock.” 

Q: Do you own a gun?

These were the questions Lil hated. Morgan had been treated horribly before she died, but the nail in the coffin had been a bullet, and Lil had been trying hard not to think about it.

“No.” 

Q: Have you handled a gun before?

“Yes.”

Q: Do you know someone who owns a gun?

“Yes.” 

Her grandparents owned one and so did her dad. She’d shot before at the lake house, blasting cans off of the dock with her brother.

Q: Have you gotten into physical fights before?

“I know for sure that there’s shit in your file telling you I have so I don’t know why you even have to ask that fucking question but go off I guess.”

She was just tired and she didn’t want to be there anymore. She was ready to go home.

Q: Is there anyone who can prove where you say you were on the night of her death?

“Talk to the chair of the theater and dance office. She keeps attendance records.”

Q: Do you think Morgan deserved to die?

“Not the way she did, no.”

Q: Do you wish she was still alive?

“No.” 

Q: Do you miss her?

“Fuck no.”

Q: Has your life gotten better or worse since her death?

“Worse.” 

He seemed puzzled by that, but of all the questions he chose not to elaborate on, it was that one. That had been the whole point of contention in her case with Dominique, and here she was a few weeks later doing the same fucking thing. She didn’t know how they hadn’t arrested her already; it’d be easy to pin it on her. It wasn’t like they weren’t dealing out false verdicts anyways.

Q: If you could bring her back to life, would you?

“Hell no. The dead don’t like being brought back to life.” 

Q: Are you hiding something from the people of Hyland? From your family? From me?

Lil sneered. “What? Even my brutal honesty isn’t enough for you?” 

Q: Have you been telling the truth this entire time?

“To the best of my knowledge. Yes.”

Q: Did you kill Morgan Parrish?

“Ask me that again once I’ve spoken to a lawyer.”

The detective closed his case file, rubbing his temples and looking like Lil had given him a serious migraine. She probably had. “You’re free to go.” He waved her off, clearly exhausted. Lil pushed herself from the chair and said nothing as she left.

[insomniasix]

Tragedia Coram Amandum Quae |Part IV|

A/N: This took forever.

Words: 2116

OCs: Six Ulric , Morticia Blackwell (Mentions) , Valeo Vult (Mention)

Warning: Swearing (As always) , Nightmares 

Part III

The magic of Ignis’ long awaited kiss faded at the sound of Cor clearing his throat. Smooth, boss. I thought turning around, but the look I gave made him take a small step back.

“I’m sorry to interrupt, Ulric.” He said. Ulric. It sounds so different coming from him. Respectful even. Everyone in jail said it as an insult –and I gracefully took it as one. But Cor was always nice to me, respected, trusted and cared for me; even when I gave him every reason not to. He told us we should be on our way to meet with the guy who was going to accompany us, saying it would be a good idea to get out gear ready as well.

“That ass’s not gonna let me train is he?”

“I’m afraid no.” he gave me a faint smile, crossing his arms at his chest.

“We will have time to hone your skills.” Ignis said lowly.

“I was hoping to do other things, instead of training.” I winked at him, melting as he smiled.

“We will have time for that too.” His deep voice always made me weak on the knees, something that Cor caught right away, clearing his throat as his scratched the back of his head awkwardly.

“When are we to depart?” Ignis asked, placing a hand on my lower back and sending shivers down my whole body.

“First thing tomorrow.” His voice was filled with… disappointment? No, worry. Well, I was never really good at reading people. The failed first marriage and the Kingdom I work for should be enough of an explanation.

“He’s throwing us into the mouth of the behemoth.” Ignis thought out loud, getting close enough to me that I was able to feel the heat, radiating from his body.

“My offer still stands.” Cor said simply and I was taken by surprise when Ignis was the one to take the words right out of my mouth.

“We appreciate it, Marshal. But we shall do what we’re supposed to. We are not running away.”

I felt so proud of him. Of us. Doing what’s right, even when we both know how stupid it is.

Cor nodded and started for the barracks, where the man was waiting for us.

Reaching the shooting ranch we saw him. Kinna short and not so build. He looked like a child from where I stood. His blond hair looked like a chocobo’s butt and his eyes… he looked so tired. Someone had sure deprived that kid some sleep. He had a… thing… on his chin. It looked like a goatee; a weird one. Maybe it’s not fully grown, I thought when he came closer, not sure if I was talking about the hair on his chin or the boy himself.

“Heyas!” he waved at us with a smile.

I knew him! Prompto Argentum, the Marksman of the Faint Smile. Funny name. “Argentum, right?” I said, moving inside his personal space, snatching his gun off its holster and examining it. Great craftsmanship is rare in this Kingdom, but this was amazingly created.

“Children shouldn’t play with guns.” I said, not taking my eyes off the masterpiece in my hands.

“Who said I was playing?” he asked, moving to his target and bringing it closer to me. All headshots! The hole in the paper was thin enough to be made by one bullet only, but judging from the loud noises I was hearing on the way here, he’d shot at least five times before he stopped to greed us. Nice.

“Your reputation presides you, sunshine.”

“Don’t call me that.” I swear his eyes fell for a second, but he recovered quickly; smiling again and greeting Cor.

“Prompto, these are the people the king has you escort.” Cor explained.

“Right, King Regis said I should keep an eye out for the assassin.” He said looking at Ignis, probably trying to understand why his eyes were milky white.

“I’m the assassin.” I said simply and Ignis huffed a laugh at my tone. I won’t lie, I was kinna offended.

“You’re the assassin they hired?” Prompto was taken aback, looking at me from head to tows “I figured you’d look more… threatening.”

Alright, I take it back. I’m not even mad. That was correct, to say the least; but a year in jail tents to make you look like an old hag. “Touché.” I’m kinna proud of what he pulled off me. Nice going.

“King Regis –“ he started and I’ve already had enough of listening about him.

“King Regis is an ass who terrorizes people.” I cut him off as Cor took a look around, making sure no one listened to my big mouth “I know. I’m the one doing it for him.”

“Wait” he said, suddenly realizing who I was, did I really look that bad? “You’re Six Ulric!”

Shocking! “I’m Six Scientia now. Don’t you see my clothes?” I pointed at… well, all of me.

“No, I mean –“

“Yes,” I let out an exasperated sigh “Nyx Ulric is my father.”

“Sorry.” He answered simply, scratching the back of his head.

I believed him. “Don’t be. He left to join Lady Lunafreya because he couldn’t keep his dick in his pants.” I smiled giving him back his gun “I just paid the price.”

“If you’re done with the drama, we should move on.” Cor interrupted. In a way, I think he did it more for me; so I wouldn’t have to talk about it again.

I nodded, silently thanking him and we all moved to get our gear. Ah! My sword! I missed this blade. Ignis can tell as I stare up at it in adoration.

“You wanna keep staring at me, beautiful?” I smirked, not taking my eyes off the blade until the last second “Or do you wanna kiss me?”

Ignis moved closer to me from behind, placing both his hands on my waist and pulling me close to him as he whispered in my ear, his hot breath sending tingles down my every cell.

“I’m afraid” he whispered in a deep voice “if I kissed you, I wouldn’t be able to stop.”

God-damn-it!

Stay cool.

Fuck, that was hot.

“That’s gotta be the lamest pick up line ever, Iggy.” I laugh as I move away, now was not the time to play games. I hadn’t been touched in a year. I was dangerous! And there were people around –not that it mattered before.

“Don’t worry.” He smirked “This was only my first plan.”

“What’s the second, Advisor?”

“Kidnap you.” the words left his lips like it was the most obvious thing in the world and I have to admit, I wondered for a second if he was serious.

“Hey boss?” I yelled back at Cor, who was standing on the other side of the room talking with Argentum; my eyes never leaving Ignis’ as we both smirked devilishly, thinking of the same thing.

“Yeah, Ulric?” Cor knew too.

“Is there anything else? Cause we really need to go.” I said, glancing down at Ignis’ crotch and biting my lower lip “Something came up!”

“Fine” he breathed. Iggy grabbed my hand and dragged me out of the room and towards our apartment, I managed to hear Cor saying something about being there bright and early so Morta could bless out mission and blah blah. I didn’t pay much attention.

…

I woke up in the middle of the night, entangled inside his arms. I could feel his steady breath on my hair as he held me close. That feeling is worth everything we’d ever been through.

I moved slowly out of Ignis’ embrace and found myself sitting on the kitchen table –like, ON it. With all the fluffy rugs on our floors, the table was the hardest surface I could sit my ass upon.

I was hunkered down, my legs crossed at the calves, taking in my apartment. I used to hate how small it was. The kitchen being one with the living room; I hated that the apartment only had three doors, one for the bedroom, one for the bathroom and one for the exit. It wasn’t all bad though, the large windows looking out to the City were amazing.

I remember begging Ignis to get a bigger one, somewhere closer to the City Square; but now; after spending a year in the Citadel’s cells –that looked a lot like my small bathroom; the only difference being the bed that was way too close to the toilet for my comfort –now, my apartment looked like a castle.

Deep into my thoughts, I hadn’t realized Ignis had woken up. He’d silently made his way to the kitchen and tried to wrap his arms around me. I jumped up as the small wave of air his movements made hit the back of my arms. I fell on him, stranded him on the floor as I already had a knife against his neck.

“It’s me!” he managed to say, drawing me back to reality.

“Ignis? Oh, Noct… what am I doing?” my breath picked up as I threw the knife into the wall next to us. Ignis made quick work of my emotion and hugged my tight as I tried to wrap my head at what I’d done.

“It’s alright. I am right here.” He whispered, caressing my hair.

I got back on my feet and helped him up in silence, not even looking at him as I was… scared. The things I could have done if he hadn’t managed to pull me back.

“Are you alright?” he asked, placing both his hands on my shoulders and looking into my eyes.

“Me?” I wondered “I just tried to kill you and you care if I’m alright?” I don’t know why, but I was pissed at his concern at the moment. It looked… unnecessary.

“It was not my intention to scare you. I know what you’ve been through in there. I should have been more careful with my approach.” He said and the only way I could cover the tears falling from my eyes was hug him for dear life.

I kept crying in his arms for a few more minutes as he caressed me silently, his touch making everything better. I hated the fact that I was so vulnerable. A year in jail wasn’t supposed to be something I couldn’t handle; but being in there, with every soul I had condemned was unbearable. Every day was a fight for my life! The others, they were people I had incarcerated, they were people seeking revenge for being there –for me putting them there. Each finding a way to make my days a living hell.

I hated that Ignis knew. I know it must’ve killed him inside; being unable to help.

“Why don’t you try to get some sleep, my love? Tomorrow will be the beginning of a difficult journey.” Ignis said, moving a strand of hair behind my ear when I was finally calm.

“I don’t sleep.” I answered, debating whether I should make this his concern as well or not; but he pressed on the matter gently, as he always did.

“What’s the matter?”

“My mind has the capability of being dark and demented.” I huffed a weary smile.

“You are afraid of your dreams.” He said; it wasn’t a question. He’d gotten the point even before the cryptic words had left my lips.

“Yes.” I nodded silently.

“Alright,” he answered, getting hold of my hand and gently pulling me to the couch in front of the TV “Let us watch some television then, there’s bound to be something entertaining.”

He wasn’t wrong. No, there was nothing on TV, but Ignis had fallen asleep a few minutes later. His head on my legs as I caressed his hair. His relaxed breathing and the way he kept running his fingers along my thigh even when he was sleeping. This was my kind of entertainment. The kind I wouldn’t change for anything in the world.

Someone in my profession is not supposed to be sentimental. But I swear, I will end anyone who tries to come across this feeling. Anyone who tries to get between us again.

I woke up in the morning with a note stuck on my forehead.

There is breakfast on the kitchen table.

We are to meet with the King and High Priestesses for the blessing.

A young hunter by the name of Valeo Vult will be joining us. They are in need of help and the Priestess has asked for us to help.

I will see you at the Barracks at 9.

I adore you, my light.

Love, Ignis.

Shit, it’s already 8:30!

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