#think i said before but those pockets are FULL of Killer's stuff lol

[mildarka]

he's just a lil guy

[shimmeringclouds]

Chapter 4

The train journey was excruciatingly long, just as they remembered it to be. Karatsugu peered out the window beside him, his eyes stuck to the darkening sky above, which was also tinted a slight shade darker due to him wearing his large aviator sunglasses. He watched as the scenery outside gradually changed from strictly endless waves of tall green grass and trees to small buildings in the far distance and flat earth.

Across from him, Hajime sat silently, slouching in his seat as he clutched his large backpack to his chest to rest his chin atop it, his eyes shut as he slept quietly. A small smile came to Karatsugu's lips before he yawned, covering his mouth with the back of his hand whilst his other arm stretched up above his head. He let it fall down onto his lap lazily as he went back to staring out the window, his leg jumping up and down lightly as he inwardly became impatient.

It had been quite a while since he had last come to Akashika District; a year, to be exact. He still remembered the first time he had visited that place like it was only yesterday, as well as the interesting adventure he and his newfound brothers took part in. Karatsugu smiled fondly at the memory, wondering just what else they would be getting up to this time.

He was quickly snapped out of his daydreams as a voice spoke over the intercom, and although it sounded very fuzzy and full of static, he could just about make out what the voice said:

'We are now arriving at Akashika Station. This is the train's final stop. Please ensure you have all your items of belonging before leaving the train. We are now arriving at...'

The voice repeated itself several more times before it fell silent, and Karatsugu could feel the train begin to slow down. He carefully, and very cautiously, leaned forward to nudge Hajime's knee, attempting to rouse him from his nap.

"Hajime... You need to wake up now, we're here..." he mumbled, gently calling for his younger brother. He could feel a bead of sweat beginning to accumulate on his temple as Hajime didn't stir, prompting him to nudge a tad bit harder whilst also bearing in mind to not push his own luck, lest he want a fist to the face.

Thankfully, that didn't happen, and Hajime grumbled against his backpack as his eyes sluggishly cracked open. His dark gaze landed on Karatsugu for a moment before it wandered around the train compartment, shifting slightly in his seat and raising his head. He rubbed a hand against the back of his neck, wincing at the soreness from the awkward position he had fallen asleep in.

"... We're here?" he mumbled, barely audible over the ruckus of the train still moving against the tracks. Karatsugu nodded, taking his phone out of his pocket whilst Hajime stretched his arms. Karatsugu swiped through the group chat one of his brothers had created, skimming over his unread messages from hours ago to begin tapping away at his screen.

── SEX🤤🍆tuplets

12:24

[Chorosuke💐🌹] Who changed the group chat name?

[Takashi🍰🍬🍭] Who do u think lol

[Ozo🍺🚖] its gr8 right! sexxxxxxxxxxxx tuplets HAHAH

[Chorosuke💐🌹] Please shut up.

[Ozo🍺🚖] ur alwas so booooooring chorosuk e lolol anyway! karatsugu n hajime! wya?

[Hajime🐈‍⬛🐾] train

That is correct burazzas!~~😎😎✨✨ Our travels have only barely just begun!💫💫 We will be arriving later tonight! I'm sure you are all very excited for our arrival, hmm~~? 🥀🥀🥀🥀😎😎😎😎

[Takashi🍰🍬🍭] We get it plz stop with those ugly ass emojis

[Jyushimatsu🌻🌼☀️] KARAMATSU NIISAN ICHIMATSU NIISAN HIHHIHUHIHUU!!!!! HIRRY UP I WANNA PLAY!!!!!!

[Chorosuke💐🌹] I don't want to kick you out again, Jyushimatsu. Please don't spam.

── SEX🤤🍆tuplets 19:03

[72 unread messages]

We are arriving at the station!✨✨ Ozo, burazza, would you be so kind as to give us a lift?😎😎😎

[Ozo🍺🚖] sureeee its abt time u guys got here!

[Jyushimatsu🌻🌼☀️] YAYYYYAYA!!! YOUR HERE YOURH ERE!!! OSOMATSU NIISAN CAN I CUM A SWELL????!!!!

[Takashi🍰🍬🍭] oh my god eww

[Ozo🍺🚖] Yh! the more the happier as they say

[Chorosuke💐🌹] It's: 'The more, the merrier.' Honestly, how do you not know?

[Ozo🍺🚖] I ain't no nerd anyway ill be there in 10!

──

Satisfied with Ozo's response, Karatsugu put away his phone and stood up, reaching up to the overhang and carefully sliding his suitcase out and onto the floor. He also did the same for Hajime's suitcase, having a sneaking suspicion that the man wouldn't get it himself, but he wasn't bothered by it.

They waited for the train to pull to a stop, the metal wheels against the tracks squeaking and groaning loudly into the air. The voice over the intercom spoke again, signalling that all passengers were now allowed to leave.

So, with their suitcases in hand and their backpacks slung over their shoulders, the two brothers exited the train and stepped onto the same barren and quiet platform. The warm evening air pushed into their faces, the heat a lot tamer than it would be during the day. Hajime looked up towards the sky for a moment, witnessing the final shreds of sunlight melt away into the night as a dark blanket covered the sky.

"We should head outside," Karatsugu spoke up, his baritone voice echoing around the area, "they could be here any minute, now." He had already begun walking towards the exit, and after a few seconds, he heard his brother's footsteps shuffling along the concrete ground, following him from behind.

Karatsugu stepped out first, taking a deep breath of fresh air as a soft breeze picked up around him briefly before it died down. He smiled at the scenery, already feeling at home with his excitement growing by the second.

"Karamatsu-niisan."

The man screamed, jumping on the spot and tripping over his own feet as he tumbled to the ground, his mouth agape and sunglasses askew on his face, eyes darting around to see where that sudden voice came from, only to find a man standing to his right with a brown paper bag over his head and the roughly cut holes where his eyes should be dark and devoid of life.

Hajime stepped out next, taking one good look at Karatsugu on the ground and raising his brow before looking over to the paper bag man. He barely reacted, only giving a slight nod and saying:

"Long time no see, Jyushimatsu."

"Aha! Same here, Ichimatsu-niisan!" Jyushimatsu laughed, rocking back and forth on his heels giddily. Karatsugu, still on the ground, gradually collected himself and cupped his chin with this thumb and forefinger, smirking as if he hadn't just screamed like he had seen a ghost.

"Heh! Jyushimatsu! It has been some time since we last spoke in person!" Unsurprisingly, Karatsugu went ignored as the other headed towards a car that was parked a little further down the road, with the engine still running and the lights beaming down onto the gravelled path. Karatsugu only hummed amusedly, standing up and brushing himself off, making sure to readjust his glasses before grabbing his things and following behind them, listening in on their conversation.

"A lot of things have changed around here since you last visited, you know!" Jyushimatsu swung his arms back and forth as he walked, the smile in his voice heard through his words.

"Yeah? Like what?" Hajime readjusted his backpack on his shoulder, throwing a side glance towards Jyushimatsu. The paper bag man only giggled, his head now swaying side to side, as if nodding along to some unheard tune.

"Things!" Was all he said as they reached the car. The trio paused as the driver's door opened, and out clambered a grinning Ozo with a beer can in hand.

"Finally! I thought you guys were never gonna show up!" He complained, though there was no bite behind his words. Hajime shook his head as he watched Ozo take a large swig from his can.

"You couldn't wait until we got to that otaku's house to start drinking? I don't want to die because of your shitty driving..." he shuffled over to the car, opening the trunk and pushing his suitcase in there as Jyushimatsu sat in the back seats.

"I'm not a lightweight! I can handle more than one can, y'know!" Ozo sat back down in his seat, and Karatsugu also went over to place his suitcase in the trunk before closing it. Hajime sat in the back with Jyushimatsu, leaving the passenger seat up front available. Once they were all settled in the car, Ozo manoeuvred the car out of its parked position and back onto the road.

"Let's chuck your stuff at that guy's place, and then we can go drinking!" Ozo cheered, Jyushimatsu matching his excitement. Karatsugu couldn't help but laugh, and even Hajime couldn't control the small smirk that crept its way onto his face, which he quickly hid behind his backpack.

It was nice to be back.

»»-----　♔　-----««

You sighed softly as you wiped down the bar top with the slightly damp cloth in your palm. Glancing at the small clock on the wall behind you, you took note of how it had been just over an hour since your shift at Bang Bang Chicken Bar had started and, as per usual, barely anyone had entered the bar. There was that one regular customer who had already came and went — a man with very large front teeth who asked for the same drink every other night, attempted to flirt with you, then would leave with the promise of coming back as a rich French man... whatever that means.

Another sigh escaped you. It was now just past nine o'clock, and you had a strong feeling that the hours were going to slip by a lot slower than you would like. That, and coupled with the fact that you would be the only one working at the bar at this hour (aside from your boss, who would be cooped up in his office until early hours of the morning), you knew it would be yet another boring night ahead.

Well, maybe not entirely boring.

The sound of drums suddenly filled the silence in the bar, which was soon followed by the sound of heavy strums of electric guitars and keyboards. A woman's voice began belting lyrics into the microphone. You watched the band, Killer Fish, perform on the raised platform in the centre of the room, the seven women on stage lost in their own world of death metal music as their heads nodded along violently to the beat.

When you had first started working at Bang Bang Chicken Bar — an obscure bar at the end of a long, winding and empty road on the outskirts of Akatsuka Village — you did not expect the seven quiet and well-dressed women on the stage to start singing death metal. It scared you half to death the first time you heard the screech of guitar strings echoing through the desolate bar. Even the lead singer, Totoko, dressed in a formal Japanese yukata with her hair styled up in an old-fashioned bun, her face stoic and serious, shocked you with her booming voice and scratchy vocals of a true death metal singer.

It was all so unexpected, and the tremors of the music had left you slightly shaky once the first performance was over. Now, though, you had become used to the music, and although it wasn't your preferred choice of music, you began to enjoy the performances. It made the whole bar feel so much more alive.

By the time you snapped out of your thoughts, the performance was over and the group was setting themselves up for another song. You, with nothing better to do, decided you would turn to the shelves stacked with all kinds of alcoholic drinks behind you and sort through them again, making sure they were presented with their labels faced towards the patrons and that they were organised neatly, despite the fact that you had already done this. Three times.

Whilst you mindlessly traced your fingers along the glass bottles, the music started up again, drowning out the sound of the door to the bar opening.

In walked six men, each dressed in black suits, and each of them boisterous and excited to begin their night of drinking. They awed at the group on stage for a moment before one of them took charge and pushed them over to an empty table in the middle of the room. They took their seats and began conversing with each other, laughing at some joke someone made or at another's crazy antics.

Eventually, two of them stood up from their seats, one seemingly more casual with his hands tucked into his pockets whilst the other, donning a black yukata, seemed more uptight with an annoyed frown pressed onto his upturned lips. The two began making their way over to the bar, where you were stood with your back still turned, oblivious of what was happening behind you until your ears picked up the sound of two men conversing.

You tilted your head slightly, squinting your eyes as if it would help with figuring out whether you were hearing things or not, but as the voices grew closer, your eyes widened as you realised no, this wasn't your imagination, and there were actually other customers in the bar.

Turning on your heel, you physically felt your brain fizzle and pop like an old lightbulb at the sight of the two men coming closer towards you, their faces still fresh in your mind from the first time you had encountered them on separate occasions.

"Come on, Chorosuke! You're loaded! A couple of drinks with your money won't hurt anyone!" It was that taxi driver from the other day who was talking, that same sleazy grin displayed proudly on his face as he poked fun at the man next time him; that man from the store who had given you that watermelon, which actually was sweet.

"You and I both know you won't be having 'a couple of drinks!' And you have your own money! Pay for yourself!" He shouted over the music, his eyes narrowing in frustration as he knew all too well that he would inevitably be paying for the drinks. You could only stand in silence as they grew closer and closer, neither of them truly paying attention to your presence as they continued to bicker back and forth until they were stood right in front of you.

Ozo turned to you first, his mouth opening to make his request until his half-lidded eyes locked onto your face. He frowned for a split-second before his eyes widened, the smirk on his lips stretching into an excited grin as he instantly recognised you. Chorosuke, confused by his brother's odd reaction, turned to you as well, only for his expression to fall into a look of horror, his pale cheeks flushing a bright crimson.

"It's you!" They exclaimed together, their tones completely opposite to one another. Pausing, they whipped their heads to look at each other confusedly. "Wait, what?" they questioned in unison.

"How do you know her?" Chorosuke quickly demanded, his eyes flitting between your nervous form and the man beside him.

"I told you, I met a pretty girl yesterday!" Ozo reminded him, "And what about you?"

"I-I, well... We bumped into each other at the market the other day..." Chorosuke's voice trailed off, secretly hoping you would remember him so that he wouldn't be humiliated in front of the one man who wouldn't let something like this go. Lucky for him, you did remember. You remembered that interaction all too well.

"Really?! Wow! Small world, right?" Ozo turned to you, leaning against the bar top with one arm as he gave you a quick once over, a flirtatious look in his eyes that only served to make you shrink into yourself. "Do you remember me? I dropped you off yesterday! Man, if I knew you worked here, I would come by more often!"

They seemed to be waiting for some kind of reaction from you, so you took a minute step back from the countertop and chuckled nervously, an odd smile on your face that probably didn't look like a smile at all.

"Aha... Yeah! Hi... again..."

This was going to be a long, long night.

[asoftervirge]

Of “Love” & Murder - (12/13)

CHAPTER TITLE: Revenge, Like Chocolate, Can Be Both Bitter and Sweet

RATING: M PAIRINGS: P. Sanders/V. Sanders (main/one-sided); R. Sanders/V. Sanders (former); V. Sanders/L. Sanders (former); V. Sanders/D. Sanders (former); Remy/E. Picani (side); T. Sanders/OMC (mentioned)

CHAPTER WARNINGS/KINKS: Remus Sanders, mentions of Satanic symbolism, Ted Bundy/Jeffrey Dahmer/serial killer references, Rocky Horror Picture Show reference, Poison, Swearing, mentions of Janus Sanders, referenced Smut, Smutty Thoughts, mentions of Sex Toys, Thanatophobia (fear of dying), mentions of Previous Deaths, various Methods of Murder, mentions of Violence, Descriptions of Murder, brief mention of Prison Rape, Dumpster Diving, Eating/Eating Gross Food, talks of Grey Morality, Morally Grey Patton, Baking/Food mentions CHAPTER SUMMARY: Patton meets with Remus.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: Here we are! We’re now at the second to last chapter! Despite the low reception of this fic, I’m very happy with it and it’s been so much fun posting it and seeing everyone’s reactions to it. Fun fact: I’m not real sure what rating this chapter would be under. Obviously it has mature stuff because of Remus, but it’s not too extreme to where no body can read it. It’s not a murder chapter, but he does talk about murder, so maybe it’s best to leave it M rated. lol Happy All Hallow’s Eve, everyone! Have fun reading! xx Virge

INSPIRATION: This post by @phantomofthesanderssides

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To say Patton was nervous was an extreme understatement.

He was pacing back and forth in an alleyway— the location where Remus wanted to meet— going between fiddling with the hem of his sweater, and twirling a stray curl of hair. Blue eyes frantically scanned the dingy place he was in, not wanting to suddenly be jumped by a dangerous stranger.

Brick walls were stained with something the confectioner didn’t want to know what. Droplets of water from the gutters above dropped down onto the cobblestone. Garbage cans were tipped over, rotting food and other things made the air smell putrid.

A black cat scurried from behind one and past his feet, meowing loudly.

Patton squeaked and flinched as it went by. After collecting himself, he started to fidget more.

He hoped Remus would be here soon. With every minute he was in this alley, he was growing more and more frightened.

Despite this, he tells himself that this is worth it.

For Roman.

For Logan.

For Dorian.

For himself.

In the midst of his self-panic and self-reassurances, Patton didn’t catch the sounds of the metal fence behind him being scaled upon.

“So, you’re Patton Hart, hmm?” A high-pitched, slightly screechy voice said.

Patton yelped and spun around, instantly being greeting with the sight of Remus.

The man looked completely different from Roman, it was almost hard to believe that they were brothers, let alone twins. While the former thespian was composed, elegant, and beautiful, Remus…was anything but.

He looked like a rebellious punk, to put it simply.

Remus’ hair was oily-looking, very unkempt and scrappy; dark brown, almost black in color with touches of green hair dye in it and a single streak of silver. He was clad in a leather biker vest, various patches decorating it, and a fishnet shirt underneath which displayed all of his bruises, cuts, and scabs. His pants almost reminded him of Virgil’s jeans: ripped yet his were baggy as opposed to tight-fitting. His ankle boots were spiked, decorated with an upside down cross and a symbol that looked to be very satanic.

As a matter of fact, all of his jewelry appeared to be just that: skulls and satanic symbols. They were predominantly pieces that littered his neck, but he was also studded with a lot of piercings: a labret plus a lip, multiple ear and eyebrow ones, a chained nose, and a belly button. And all of them were silver as opposed to the gold Roman used to wear.

Looking at him twice over, Remus seemed to be a combination of Roman, Remy, and Toby.

Patton quickly straightened himself up, not wanting the other man to see just how scared he was.

“And you must be Remus Duke,” he responded back. His voice shook a little as he spoke. “I have to say, and I hope you don’t think me rude, but you looking nothing like your brother.”

Remus snorts. “That’s a compliment.” He tells him. “I’d rather not be a goody-goody Abel like my brother was.” He looked Patton up and down, giving him a quirked expression, “Ain’t you a bit saccharine to get help from me? Shouldn’t you be getting ready for beddy-bye time?”

“No!” Patton yells stubbornly. He recoils and tries again. “I-I mean, no. I really, really need your help, Remus. This is the only way I can truly stop Virgil.”

“Ha ha! So you’re also Virgil’s newest boy toy!” Remus grinned manically. Patton squealed and shivered in disgust at that. “I swear he goes through boy toys faster than either Ted Bundy or Jeffrey Dahmer did with their victims. Well, not as fast, but—”

“C-Cut it out!” Patton shrieked, stomping his foot in childish anger. He grew sickened at the thought of a monstrous killer like Bundy or a twisted cannibal like Dahmer, and comparing Virgil to them just made it worse.

(It was in that moment when the confectioner remembered the words Dorian told him before he divulged into how he was murdered. While Virgil was a horrible individual, he was nothing like how those men were. They were all criminals, yes, but the widower was somehow of a lesser evil.)

Trying to relax his shoulders, Patton asked again. “Are you going to help me or not?”

Still grinning, Remus jumped off the fence and onto the cobblestone. It wasn’t pleasant sounding as he fell flat on his ass. But he appeared to be okay as he shot straight into the air and began fishing through his pockets, humming Touch-a , Touch-a, Touch-a Touch Me under his breath while he searched.

“Ha ha!” he exclaimed when he finally found what it was he was looking for. He pulled out a vial of sinister-looking liquid, skull and crossbones marked on the front of it.

Poison.

Cyanide, to be more specific.

“This should be the very thing that’ll fuck Virgy-poo up!” Remus exclaimed happily. Then he pouted. “Lucky bastard,” he mumbled. “Just put this in whatever it is you’re gonna give him and watch with glee as he chokes and dies! Ooh, that sounds fun! Can I come and watch too?!”

“No!”

Remus pouted more, actually looking sad.

Patton was about to walk over and grab the vial but Remus stopped him.

“Not so fast, Mr. Fluffy Butthole.” Patton scrunched his nose. A serious look was in Remus's emerald green eyes. “Why do I have the stinky feeling this is for more than just my brother?”

The confectioner reeled back. “…What?”

“You wouldn’t have gotten my number from Toby and call me by saying ‘how would you feel about helping me avenge your brother’ without wanting to do more.” Remus narrowed his gaze. “You wanna avenge Virgil’s other husbands too, don’t you? Spouses or whatever they were.”

Patton opened his mouth to try and say something, but all he could do was sigh and nod. “You’re right,” he finally tells him. “It’s for more than just your brother. It’s also for Virgil’s second spouse, Logan Oxford—”

“That author who seemed so stubborn xe had a stick up xyr butt? Man, xe needed to get laid.”

“…xe were asexual…”

“…Emotionally laid, then.”

“You mean having a loving, supportive relationship?”

Remus gagged. “Don’t be lewd!”

“Xe were also aromantic.”

“I could’ve helped with that!” Remus grinned. “But if xe were also asexual, then it would’ve been no dice. Hehe, dick ice, hehe!”

Patton ignored him and continued on from before. “— and his third, Dorian Cain—”

“Ah! The serpent-y lawyer whose tongue was for more than lying!” Remus grinned more. Since he was a little closer to him, Patton could see the yellow of his teeth. “I’ve heard that he and Virgil were a lot alike. Plus, they were really able to get” – he wriggled his hips – “it” – he started thrusting “on!”

The confectioner blinked, then sighed deeply and tiredly. How exactly was he Roman’s twin brother? (He could practically hear Roman sighing along with him).

“I was in cahoots with him, you know!” Remus tells him, still thrusting for some silly reason.

“So I’ve heard,” Patton tells him, not wanting to delve into details about the supernatural encounters he had. He didn’t need to give this guy the time of day. “They said you called him about wanting him to find evidence on Virgil, but he said no.”

“Yep!” Remus stopped mid-thrust and emphasized on the p. “He accused me of wanting to slander a celebrity, like everybody else did. But it was also because he didn’t want to put his own husband on trial or some other bullshit.”

He blinked then continued thrusting. “I wonder what would’ve happened if I got to him first?” he mumbled to himself in curiosity. He turned to Patton with a grin. “You think Virgil is great in bed? I would’ve given that lawyer the time of his life! We would’ve fuck for days and weeks on end using all the neat kinky toys I have! Plus, all the crazy flexible sex positions?!” He bobbed his head from side-to-side, singing. “Anyone Virgil could do, I could do better~!”

Apparently, Virgil did that and then some, Patton couldn’t help but think to himself, suddenly being reminded of how explicit Virgil and Dorian were. (If the lawyer were here, he’d probably be flattered and chuckle in his ear).

“But it’s more than them too!” the confectioner exclaims, continuing on from where he left off previously. “It’s for any other potential victim of Virgil’s…and me too…”

“Oh?!” This intrigued Remus as he now had Patton’s full attention. “How so?” He could see the confectioner tugging and fiddling with his sweater. Remus actually saw him doing this when he was stalking the alleyway. It must be a grounding mechanism for him or something, kind of like how he plays with his fingers.

“Because—because I’m scared of dying.”

Remus blinked. “You are?”

“Yes— Of course, I am!” Patton didn’t know why the other man was acting like dying isn’t something to be feared. Because, to him, especially in this circumstance, it was. “If I don’t do anything to stop Virgil, I’m scared I’m gonna die. And I don’t wanna die.”

Tears came to his eyes, he rubbed them away with a fist.

“I don’t want to end up like the others. I don’t want a ribbon around my neck, or arsenic in my belly, or a bullet in my head. I don’t want to have my life cut short by someone who might actually want me dead!”

Now he had both fists rubbing harshly at his cheeks. “There’s so much of my life I want to live. There was so much of their lives that they had yet to live. And I want to be able to avenge that…I want my friends, and even you, to be at ease knowing they finally found peace.”

Remus watched awkwardly as Patton cried in front of him. He wasn’t all that good with the emotional, cutesy, kind-wordsy stuff like his brother was. But if Roman was in this situation, he would know what to do better than anyone else.

He knew the moments when his brother would need a hug, and this would be one of them.

So, he stepped forward and wrapped his arms around Patton, letting him sob into his shoulder.

Patton curled further into him, not caring that he smelled of body odor and garlic.

“Hey, hey,” he murmured. “It’s okay. It’ll all be a-okay.”

The confectioner sniffled. “How do you know that?” he asked, voice thick with emotion.

“Because that mean, nasty Virgil’s gonna get what’s coming to him!” Remus tells him. He takes Patton’s tear-stained glasses and licked them clean. He then walked over to a garbage can and fished out a dirty napkin to wipe them with. “Here you go!”

Patton grimaced as he put his… ‘newly cleaned’ glasses back on.

“Even if Roman didn’t like me all that much, he was one of my favorite people,” Remus continues. “And I was incredibly upset when he was killed, or ‘committed suicide,’ as the police suspected.” He narrowed his eyes. “I wanted to bring Virgil to court, I really did, but there was no evidence left at the crime scene.”

Remus snarled; fists clenched together tightly. “When they told me that…I was thinking of contemplating murder myself.” He shook his head. “There were so many things I wanted to do to him.” He began counting on his fingers, “Disembowel him, let my pet rats feed on his body, flood my teeth with his spine, build a sandcastle out of his ashes. You name it, I wanted to do it.”

Patton got visibly sickened with each possible method of murder and violence.

“And yet I couldn’t do anything. I may be a wildcard, but Virgil is much more cunning. He’s slipperier than a bar of prison soap.” Patton dared not ask what he meant by that. “Plus, he might’ve expected that I would come and destroy him when I got the chance. So, there wasn’t anything I could do.”

“But you tried though,” the confectioner says. “Despite there not being evidence, you still went and contacted Dorian Cain to try and see what would happen.”

Remus nodded. “Well, yeah. I figured I might as well eat the bullet and chew until I’m forced to spit it out. And so, I called Dorian’s law firm and asked anyway. Even though I was told ‘no,’ something deep within my dick told me that he might try and do something in secret. When I saw in the papers that he had also killed himself, I thought my chances were ruined for good.”

“However,” he then held out the vial of poison for Patton to take. He could see just how dirty his fingers were: bruised, chewed-up fingernails, chipped black and green nail polish, and grime around the cuticles. “You can be the one to finish him off. Do what me and Dorian couldn’t, and put that murdering piece of shit in the ground where he belongs.”

At first, Patton seemed hesitant about taking it from him, but after everything he’s witnessed, everything he’s heard, everything he’s feared, his resolve was hardened.

He takes the vial and stuffs it in his pocket.

Standing closer to Remus, he can see the details he couldn’t see from afar: flakes of dandruff in his hair; messy, purple, smoky eyeshadow; black lipstick that was slightly smeared; a little bit of stubble growing above his lip; along with any other cuts, bruises, and scabs on his skin.

Not only that, he could see the various patches on his biker vest; only a small handful of them were satanic and anarchist symbols, while the rest were a mixture of things Remus must enjoy. A green sword with tentacles coming from it, a Morningstar, an anatomical heart, a bloodshot eyeball, a skeleton, a peach, a couple octopi and krakens, an alien, a peach, a hazardous symbol, some that involve cursing and parental advisory, some dark Disney ones, an opossum with he/him pronouns, the aromantic flag, and lastly, one that has ‘Duke’ on it in graffiti.

Despite his appearance, Patton might consider this gross man…not so much a friend, but an ally.

“…Remus?” Said man leans in closer, making Patton bend back. “…Thank you. Truly. I wouldn’t have been able to do any of this without your help.”

He waved nonchalantly. “Eh, don’t worry about it,” he tells him. He walks over to one of the garbage cans and starts rummaging through it once more. “It’s the least I can do. Being an assistant— heh, ass-istant— is better than being forced to sit back and do nothing.” He pulls out a rotting banana, unpeeling it and then taking a bit bite out of it.

Patton looked like he was going to throw up.

Mid-chew, he looked back at the confectioner. “You know,” he mumbled, browning banana flying out of his mouth. “For someone who looks all pure and morally righteous, you gotta little bit of grey in ya.”

“I’m only doing this for good.”

“Maybe,” Remus gulps loudly then takes another huge bite. “But you’re still planning on killing him. No matter how you justify it, redrum is redrum.”

“Redrum?”

“Murder. The Shining. Stephen King.”

Patton hummed.

“Seriously though, who am I to talk morals schmorals to you? Good and bad is all made up nonsense!” Another loud gulp, another big bite. “So! When are you gonna do the do?”

“You mean do the deed?”

“Same thing!”

“Tomorrow.”

“Ooh! On Halloween night too!” Remus grinned excitedly. Patton had honestly forgotten that it would be Halloween, having been so preoccupied with everything has was going on at 613 Rue Morgue. “Are you suuure I can’t come with you?”

“I’m sure, Remus. Thank you.”

Remus pouts again, but he quickly shrugged it off.

“Ah well,” he drops the banana peel at his feet. Litter bug. He started to scale up the fence, allowing Patton to see the large green kraken that covered his back. “I guess I’ll leave the rest to you. Good luck, Patton!”

With a gleeful wave, Remus jumps over and disappears into the shadows from whence he came.

Patton stays in his spot for the longest time.

Maybe…he was a bit grayer than he realized. Through his entire life, he was never really challenged on his morals. He always played by the rules and laws of life, not wanting to face the punishments for having done something wrong.

But now, he was.

He was faced with someone who had a complete disregard for them and is walking a free man with three murders (maybe even more) stained on his hands.

And here he was, wanting to change all of that.

Like he said to Remus, it was for a good cause: to have their spirits be appeased and to have Virgil never commit any heinous crimes ever again. Even if the solution was a permanent one.

Maybe…the other man was right. Maybe…good and bad really is made up nonsense.

With the thoughts of his newly-placed morals in his head, Patton finally left the alleyway.

The alleyway that Remus chose was in the lower part of town, the shadier and troublemaking part to be specific. And even though Patton could have chosen to take his car, he walked since he lived close by in the lower regions of downtown.

It was a long but much needed walk for the confectioner to take.

While the air proved to be chilly, the autumn leaves dropped down onto the ground, creating a little ombre of colors on the sidewalk. The night sky was a trifecta of rich purples, deep blues, and cool blacks. Dots of white twinkled above, making the picturesque scene complete.

Patton looked around at all the holiday decorations that were on display. All of the ghosts, witches, scarecrows, and grim reapers all gave him a bit of a fright. The fake tombstones and giant rope spider webs made him squeak and turn his head for a split second. But he smiled at seeing the differently carved jack-o-lanterns— some more intricate than others— and the outdoor lights that glowed in various colors, like orange, purple, green, blue, red, white, and black. Though what really got a giggle out of him, were the inflatables that stood on each lawn; some were of pumpkins, others were black cats, and was the occasional spooky tree.

Many people love going all out on Halloween, and the confectioner was one of them, having spent so many hours throughout September and October transforming the interior of his shop.

He continued walking into downtown, fog hovering over the street lamps as the air grew a little denser and colder. The streets were slightly bustling as people were walking to and from various stores, all in last-minute preparation for tomorrow night. Many of them were families, with children bouncing up and down excitedly about their costumes while the parents held bags that were presumably filled with candy and other goodies.

It all made Patton smile, for he had that same childish whimsy.

The confectioner didn’t stop walking until he came to a very familiar brown building, the words Patty’s Sweet Confectionaries swirled in fancy but readable font on the window.

Patton took a minute to gently trace his fingers across the white lettering. He still remembers the first day he opened its doors, a young and bright-eyed man who simply wanted to spread the sugary joy that his grandmother used to give him.

With a deep breath, he walked into his confectionery shop, the jingle of the bell above the door made his heart swell up a little. Once inside, he gazed around, nostalgia and melancholy shone in his eyes as he flipped on the lights.

Golden chandeliers glowed from the cream-colored ceiling as the shop became illuminated, presenting the changes that Patton had made. The only other things that remained the same were the dark brown and white tile, and the wooden stands and tables dressed with dishes and bowls, but what filled them had changed since September.

Eyeball-shaped white chocolate truffles, and ghostly popcorn balls were now the specialty treats for the holiday; along with cookies in the shape of skeletons, and white chocolate bark with candy corn. In the display case were still the traditional chocolates, but there were also pumpkin spiced cakes and cupcakes, along with macaroons of varying monstrous design and Frankenstein cereal treats.

However, the two favorites were front and center: gooey marshmallow, and glistening candy apples. The best part about them? The marshmallow is dyed in accordance to the holiday, and the candy apples were also coated with white icing to make it look like Snow White’s poisoned one from the Disney movie.

Walking in further, he plugged in the decorative lights that hung from the walls. The miniature pumpkin luminary bags added another layer of festive spirit to the store, and they paired nicely with the cutout garlands Patton had made some-years back.

The confectioner tenses up as he feels vial of poison roll into his hands from inside his pocket.

A part of him still feels conflicted about doing something like this.

Obviously he knows what Virgil did was horrible and wrong, but on the other hand, he wished there was a much simpler way to see his downfall come to fruition. But as Remy and Toby said, if the police were working with him, then it was impossible to see lawful justice be served to him. (Dorian tried it, and look what happened.)

So this was the only option he had left.

Resolve slowly hardening, Patton made his way to the kitchen to begin work.

He began pulling out giant mixing bowls— both silver and copper, measuring cups, double boilers, spoons and forks, and a plethora of ingredients in order to create the perfect box of poisonous chocolates.

Patton didn’t need to think about which ones he would give to the widower, he knew the recipes for each one by memory.

The first recipe read:
 “1 lb of dark chocolate 16 maraschino cherries with the stem 3 tablespoons softened butter 3 tablespoons light corn syrup 2 cups sifted confectioners’ sugar”

Parts of the second read:
 “2/3 cups dark chocolate chips 1/3 cup + 2 tablespoons of heavy cream A dash of cinnamon”

The third read:
 “7 oz. finely chopped dark chocolate 1/3 cup espresso ½ tablespoons unsalted butter ½ cup unsweetened cocoa powder”

And finally, the fourth read: 
“1 cup melted cocoa butter 1 tablespoon cocoa powder 3 tablespoon dark chocolate ½ teaspoon almond extract”

Within each recipe, he made sure to add the cyanide poisoning into the mixtures, adding a bit more than necessary so that it wouldn’t be masked by any of the other ingredients. (He wore protective gear, of course. The same mask and gloves he wore whenever he dabbled in making anything featuring liquid nitrogen.)

Hours later, he had batches cooling on racks and baking sheets. And after checking that he had a perfect set of thirty-two, he began the decorating process. Glazes, icings, and sugars scattered about in the air and dusted his face, hair, and fingers.

Once everything was done up all nice and pretty, Patton placed them all in a box: a black one topped with a bow of dark violet ribbon.

Patton stood back and observed his craftsmanship. A deep frown slowly made its way to his face.

The first part of the deed was done…

…now? It was time for Virgil to have a taste of his own chocolatey medicine.

[mooniessuniverse]

Amnesia || Tony Stark

Requested: Yes, by my best buddy @the-right-drug-wrong-time 

Prompt(s) used: 92.“You are small and full of anger.”, 67: “You’re bleeding!”, 53. “Everyone keeps telling me you’re the bad guy.” (prompt list here)

Summary: You lost your memory after a car accident. Everything keeps coming slowly back. 

Warning(s): swearing, sexual jokes, bit of angst, Tony is insecure, fluff... 

Word count: 5100

A/N: This took me wayyyyyy longer than I thought it will and it is also a loooooooot longer than I thought it will be. I am full of surprises these days, lol. I hope you will like it, Alex, and all of you who will read it willingly 

My masterlist || Characters list  (aka who I write for)

GIF IS NOT MINE

“...We have to run another few tests before we can release you. Of course, I will no longer tire you and allow you to get some rest; You need it,” The doctor smiled at her from behind his glasses. She forced her own smile to occur on her face, ignoring the throbbing pain in her temples.

He turned around to leave but then he added: “I almost forgot, you need to stay put and try not to leave your bed. The injury on your head caused by whatever reason could make you feel like your head is spinning and you could faint if you make too much of movement. I would also recommend that you hold off on searching for clues on your past. It could stop your brain from remembering."

She stared at him confusedly, only for him to give her a sympathetic smile as he pushed his glasses up his nose, "When the brain tries too hard to remember what it doesn't know, it tends to suppress many other memories. Not to mention it inflicts upon the other functions the brain is responsible for, like hormone productions and whatnot. Overloading the brain with trying to remember what it cannot will only cause more harm than good, ma'am. Do you understand?"

She nodded her head silently.

"Good. I'll leave you alone for now. A nurse will be by soon enough. Enjoy your rest, ma’am.”

She let a loud sigh escape her lips as soon as he closed the door behind himself. She couldn’t help but roll her eyes. He was honestly so naive to think that she wouldn’t go and try to find anything about her past. It was stupid of him to think that anyone would just stop and not look through their stuff, especially if all they could remember was just their childhood and teenage years and nothing more.

The last decade and a half of her life was hid behind the curtain of mist and she felt helpless at the emptiness.

She let her legs fall from the edge of hospital bed and kicked them back and forth slowly, thinking through every movement she wanted to do. She eyed the room carefully.

Her room had a TV in the left corner, right next to the window with the open blinds. Under there was a table with tons of flowers, all of them her favourite. There was also a teddy bear, a little one with a blue and red shirt with traces of spider webs on it. He sat on one of the two chairs. The second one had a black bag on it, probably with clothes. On a table next to her bed was a bottle of water, something what looked like a pain killers and some fruits. She hoped that they had left her personal things in a drawer but before she opened it she took the pills and swallowed them down immediately.

She felt her stomach drop at the sudden realization of what she didn't know. She wasn’t sure if she was excited or scared of what she would have to find out.

Did she stay friends with Anna, her childhood best friend, or did they have some terrible arguement and stopped talking? Did she become the screenwriter she always wanted to be? Or did she started a career as a cop slash detective, like everyone predicted?

How was her family doing? Is everyone okay? Did her brother enlist in the army like he said he would? Oh, and does she have fiance or husband or wife or significant other? Or does she has more than one? Is she in poly relationship? Is she a cheater?

Oh wow, that escalated quickly.

She was glad that she has room just for herself because she was blushing so hard from her thoughts.

She waited for a few minutes for the pills to kick in, just watching through the slightly opened window. It was already dark outside and light breeze brushing over her bare feet made her shiver a bit.

It didn’t last long and she already felt better. Her headache was getting better by every second.

Oh god, these pills are some strong shit. Wonder if I can be high because of them, she giggled. Jesus Christ, I’m a mess.

She decided to finally open the drawer. Inside was a sealed package with her phone, some jewerly and a piece of paper. There was also her wallet and a pack of gum. And, oh god, a condom.

Well, now we can be sure that I have a boyfriend. Or... Who knows, she thought to herself with raised eyebrows.

She opened the package and let the items fall into her open palm. She started with the paper with a little note.

          Don’t forget to tell Happy to pick Peter up. I love you, sweet cheeks.                     Tony           P.S. Sorry about last night. I hope this breakfast will make up for it.

A grin appeared on her face without realizing. She bit her lower lip, another silent giggle escaping her lips. Tony, you bastard.

The thought was automatic, coming from seemingly nowhere in her garbled, jumbled mind. Who was this man? They must have been together for a few years by the contents of this letter. Who was Happy? And Peter? Did she have a kid?

She shook her head. She would remember if she has a son, right? She would have to remember. But one thing she couldn't deny, she felt a strong connection to the name, even if there was no face attached to it. Yet.

Her body froze when an image played across her mind.

She was holding someone in her arms, running her hand down his back while he had his arms strongly wrapped around her as well. “I am sorry, Y/N.” His voice came out deeper than usual.

She pushed him away, keeping him an arms distance length away, tightening her grip on his strong arms. She looked into his brown eyes filled with regret and exhaustion. She caressed his cheek and unnecessarily wiped away the almost dried tears, for no reason other than providing comfort to him.

“Hey, it’s okay, kid. I stand behind my decision of protecting you and helping you with anything that happens. I know Tony is angry but it's just because he is worried about you. Don’t be sorry, you did good. Briliantly, actually, and I am sure, one hundred percent, he thinks the same. You took Vulture down on your own, come on!” A wide smile spread across her face, one that he couldn't help but reciprocate. She pulled him back into her embrace and ran her hand through his hair.

“Besides, he will be back with his “mentoring” before you blink. Let’s go, we have to patch you up.”

Memories flash through her mind. She was sure of that. She was sure that these were her memories. She could remember those brown orbs anywhere, that typical “lost puppy” look.

Ha! And doctor said it would slow down remembering! Bullshit!

She went back to the rest of her things. She took one piece of the gum and started chewing while she put the necklace back on her neck where it belonged. The chain hung right between the valley of her breasts, and if she didn't know any better, she was sure that that was the necklace's main purpose.

“I have something for you,” A voice echoed, the image of whiskey brown eyes looking into hers. It was like he wasn’t sure of her reaction when he took the black velvety box from his back pocket. Despite all the confidence exuding from his body, his eyes still held traces of hesitancy.

“I couldn’t help myself, I had to buy this. Okay, maybe I didn’t buy this and actually did it myself - great work, by the way - but, ugh, well… I hope you like it,” he said as he fidgeted with little box in his hand. She outstreched her hand across the table with encouraging smile, opening her palm. He placed it there without his usual smirk, holding her for few moments.

Tony Stark was nervous. She loved it, she loved that she was able to make the most confident man nervous.

They were on the rooftop of Stark Tower. It felt like she could touch the stars if she tried hard enough.

“I'm guessing this won’t be another condom like the one you gave me the first time you wanted to sleep with me." He relaxed a little, short laugh escaping his lips at her words. He opened his mouth to retort when she interrupted, "You succeeded, may I add. Multiple times."

She winked at him, a small smirk playing on her lips. He placed his hand on her arm, rubbing a few soothing circles into the skin with a coy look on his face, “Well, I still think that it’s the most romantic thing I ever did.”

She giggled and bit her lip as she let go of his hand and opened the little box. There was small arc reactor with a diamond instead of the glowing energy it produced. (She knew she should know the exact term for it but…science was never really her thing.)

She really tried to not let tears fall down from her eyes.

“Darlin’?” he spoke up carefully, searching for resistence in her eyes.

She took a sharp breath in and looked up at him, her eyes shining brighter than the stars above them, “It’s beautiful. I am never going to take it off.”

She broke her promise. Not willingly of course, but fate has its ways, doesn't it?

When she closed her eyes, she could see the bright lights of an incoming car blinding her, and she could feel the impact the collision had on her body as she was crushed into the street light at almost full speed when she tried to avoid a man walking in black clothes she hadn't seen.

She knew Tony was worried sick. She woke up a few times, for just a few seconds during her sessions of unconsciousness. Everytime, she saw him sitting on one of the plastic chairs.

He looked tired with black bags under his eyes and messy hair. It was always just for a few blinks accompanied by terrible headache before she fell asleep again. Last time she saw him, he was asleep by her bed, holding her hand firmly.

She played with the simple ring on her hand. She put it on and took it off from her ring finger a few times before she let it on for good. It fit perfectly.

“Why are you still here?” he asked her one night when they were in each other's embrace, after a long comfortable silence. She had her head under his chin and she did soothing circles around his arc reactor. She left a kiss on his bare chest before she looked up to his face.

“I enjoy your presence. You are incredibly smart, charming and so. freaking. handsome,” she placed a kiss all over his face with every word. She giggled when he took her face in his hands and placed a kiss on her nose with a smirk. “You are complicated as hell but when you are with me you don’t hide. You are trying not to hide your emotions from me. You are honest and you are being real. You have the most adorable laugh I ever heard and I want to listen to it forever,” she lied her head back onto his chest so he couldn’t see her face.

“I know you will make fun of me but do you remember when we watched this dorky, unrealistic comedy you find so funny? I couldn’t help myself but record you when you giggled and ranted almost whole movie about how stupid it is and you asked countless times why we are still watching it. I listen to it in work, when I feel like giving up or when I am sad or when you are away on mission and I miss you. You are not what everyone else say, you are so much more,” she placed her hand over his heart hidden under the arc. “I fell in love with you. And I keep on falling,” she added with a grin.

He stayed silent. He didn’t dare to breathe, like if he thought that she would disappear if he did. So he pulled her closer, hiding his face into her neck and kissing her shoulder. “That was… the cheesiest thing I ever heard. You are the best damn thing that ever happened to me. I love you. Will you marry me?”

Oh god, she missed him so much. She wanted to go home.

Her headache was getting worse. She pressed the button to call the nurse so she would be there quicker. She wanted to know if Tony knew she was awake and another pain killer because with the intensity of the pain made it all too overhelming. She was close to tears when nurse entered the room. Before she fell to unconsciousness she heard her say: “Mrs. Y/L/N, are you okay?”

When she woke up again she had an IV and breathing mask on. She carefully looked around the room as soon as the world stopped spinning. Maybe her headache wasn’t that bad anymore but she still felt like shit.

She wasn’t alone. There was a man in the black suit, his tie was loosened a bit and his hair was a mess. He had glasses on the bridge of his nose. There were newspapers in his hand, in his free one he fidgeted with a red pen. He was concetrated on the piece of paper before him and looked awfully familiar.

She took off her mask.

“Hi,” she whispered, her throat sore.

“Good morning,” he answered absentmindedly but soon he lifted his gaze and gave her a big, goofy smile. “How are you feeling?”

“Great, but to be honest, I would kill for a glass of water,” she attempted to smile as well because somehow, she knew he had to be close to her. But she couldn’t grasp a name or how she met him. It worried her and she didn’t want to pretend.

When she took a drink from his hand with silent ‘thank you’ she cleared her throat. “Can you… Can you please tell me your name?” His smile fell. She felt the need to explain, she didn’t want him to be sad. “I know I know you, I am really close to these memories but a name would help.”

He went back to his chair at the end of her bed. He stared at her, unsure if it was a good thing to do. The doctor definitely warned him. The doctor told him what probably caused her blackout - her effort to get all her memories back. But the man wanted her to remember, she saw it on him. He sighed when she looked at him with beseeching eyes. He put his glasses down on the bedside table.

“I am Harold Hogan but you and almost everyone I know call me Happy. I would say I am your security guard but you reffer to me as a knight in a suit.”

Flashes of him in many opportunities to help her, his usual black suit on, played in the back of her head accompanied by another starting headache. She smiled widly, happy that her memory is really coming back. “Yeah, it suits you more,” she laughed at her own joke.

He rolled his eyes. “I guess that concussion wasn’t that bad.”

“But the broken ribs are,” familiar doctor entered her room.

She shrugged, only now acknowledging the bandages holding her chest and uncomfortable preasure there. “That memory loss is a lot worse. Did you wait behind the doors to make a dramatic appearance?” she pointed her finger lazily towards the door, her brow raised.

“Maybe, maybe not,” he took a look into a folder he was holding. “I came to tell you you will be released in a few days,” she silently cheered, “but you have to stay in contact in case you will suffer from another strong pain. You have to be more careful, Mrs. Y/L/N, and stop to force your brain to remember. Do I have to repeat my speech from the last time we saw each other?”

She tried to make herself as little as possible. She felt like a little kid who her parents caught doing something what she wasn’t supposed to do. But, well, it was true except she was an adult woman. She nodded slightly.

“Good. I would be happier if you stayed awake for longer than three hours.”

“How long was I out?” she asked curiously.

“For almost a day, Miss,” he informed her and she widened her eyes.

“Well, shit,” she muttered under her breath.

He didn’t seem to notice. “Let your memories, please, come back to you naturally. Now you see what excessive effort can cause. I hope this will not happen again,” he warningly glanced at her from behind his glasses.

He turned to Happy when she nodded again. “I will have to ask you to leave, sir. I know you are worried but as you can see, memory is fragile and rushing it can cause a lot of problems. Please, say your goodbyes, I will wait on you outside if you want more information.”

“Yeah, that would be nice.”

“I want this information too,” she involved herself into conversation, upset that the doctor doesn’t want to tell her her condition.

The doctor smiled at her. “Of course, Miss, you are the patient, I am sorry. Would you like another cup of water?”

“You definitely were standing behind the doors and waiting for the right moment to walk in, doc.”

                                                       ∼∼∼∼∼∼ 

She got up from the bed carefully. Her head was throbbing a bit but it was a lot better than last few days and she was determineted to get out of this place. Boredom was eating her alive. And Tony didn’t stop by. She didn’t know if she should be angry at him or worried.

Yeah, probably both.

She took a shaking breath in when she straightened her back. “Fuck,” she mumbled through gritted teeth. She looked over her room and made her way to the bag with clothes as quickly as her head let her.

She was just pulling her jeans on when a boy with brown hair and the cutest terrified look on his face she ever saw on a boy who saw her in her underwear. He quickly covered his eyes and turned his back to her.

“I-I am so sorry, Mrs Stark,” he said with voice an octave higher. Finally someone to call her by her right last name. She laughed.

“It’s okay, Pete, things like that happen-,” she stopped mid sentence. His name fell from her lips easier than she thought. She quickly put on her pants and walked up to him, turning him to face her and putting his hands gently from his face. He was blushing adorably and trying to look everywhere but at her.

“You are Peter. You are the one I was suppose to tell Happy to pick up. You are one the one who I held in my arms and who was beat up and who I was so proud of in my memory,” she studied him carefully.

His smile was so contagious that she couldn’t stop her own. “Yes, that would be me, Mrs Stark.”

She punched him light in the shoulder. “Stop calling me like that, you know it makes me feel old and too professional. Call me Y/N, the fact that I had an accident doesn’t mean that you should act differently around me,” she let the words spill naturally. Memories were coming back easily, now without being acompanied by horrible headache which she welcomed with open arms.

He surprised her by hugging her tightly around her waist and liffting her up. “I was so scared you wouldn't remember me,” he confessed with happy giggle and twirl. She, instead of replying, screamed with mouth closed. He quickly put her down and only then noticed the bandages sticking from under her t-shirt that ran up a bit. “I'm so sorry,” he apologized again while she hissed her pain away.

“It’s okay,” she let out breathlessly and waved him away when he wanted to help her sit or help somehow. She took a sharp breath in.

“It’s okay, it'll go away. I've had worse,” she assured him while pictures of catching a bullet or getting sliced by a weird looking spear through her leg played in her head. She shook her head at her memories still not setting in. Her life was a freak show at some points.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered again.

She pointed a finger at him. “Stop apologizing or I will take away your webshooters.”

His jaw dropped but smiling widely right after, happy that one of his mentors is back again. “You wouldn’t!”

“Oh yes, you bet your ass I would, kid. Now, where is Happy with those papers? I need to get out of here.”

                                                  ∼∼∼∼∼∼

When they arrived at her (supposed) and Tony’s house she stared at it in awe. She remembers seeing the large size of the building, but things were still a little hazy. This was much more bigger and spacious than her memory had let on.

“This place is huge, you sure this is our house?” she asked Happy as they got out of the car. They dropped Peter off at his home with his aunt on their way here. She found out May was one of the greatest people she had in her life immediately after Peter opened the door from their apartment. May was just walking through the hall when she noticed them and ran up to them, hugging them both. May and her chatted for a while by which the italian woman helped Y/N a lot with remembering her life. Peter complained after a few minutes that he was hungry and that Y/N has a place to be and husband to talk to. He got double smacked in the back of his head for that.

“Yes and half of the rooms there were your idea,” Happy let her know while getting her bags out of the trunk. She held the teddy bear from Peter close to her chest and the biggest bouquet of her favourite flowers in her free hand. She decided to let the rest of the flowers to patients at the hospital.

She nodded her head in approval. “Sounds like me.”

When she got to the front door and was ready to open them she stopped and looked up where she knew cameras were.

“Friday?”

“Yes, ma’am?” The Al replied in a matter of seconds.

“Did you informed Tony about our arrival?”

“No, miss. He told me to not disturb him while he works unless it’s matter of Earth's safety,” she let her know. Y/N rolled her eyes and smirk appeared on her face.

“Wonderful. Please, soundproof any noises from the first floor while we take all things in. When I go to his lab, don’t tell him anything.”

It took them longer than she thought it would but finally, she was walking down the hall to Tony’s lab.

The lab had glass walls from one side, same as in their old house, and the rest of the walls was from classic bricks, a window every few metres high, just few centrimetres from the ceiling. Tony didn’t notice her because he was tinkering with something in undercarriage of one of his cars at the moment. She took the opportunity to silently slip in there.

She waved on Dumm-y who stood above Tony, giving him what he needed when he asked. She put her finger in front of her lips and robot understood her, not letting out anything more than some whirling. She put carefully Tony’s stuff aside of his iron desk, trying her best to not let out a sound.

“Dumm-y, give me a screwdriver. The one I asked you earlier, don’t mess it up again,” Tony’s muffled voice echoed from under the car. She couldn’t help the smile that formed on her lips. She was unable to put her finger on the feeling that she felt in the hospital, that tug of her hurt and she realized that it was sadness. She wanted to see him there when she woke up and she was nowhere to be seen. Peter helped to bury that aside but it returned when she was in the car with just Happy at the front seat again.

She sat on the desk. It creaked as it rode back a bit. She bit her lip.

“What did I tell you?” Tony rumbled and rode from under the car. “You should be more caref-.” His words froze on his lips as his eyes fell upon her. She had a bed hair from the hospital, looking exhausted. Her eyes were still shinning with the spark he loved so much, even with the dark bags under them. Wide smile was plastering her lips that he liked to kiss so much. She had AC/DC t-shirt on that he gave her and he would bet all the things that he hold dear that she knew what that did to him.

“Hi, handsome,” she greeted him, voice roughed by emotions.

He jerked in surprise and hit his head as he wanted to get up quickly to put her in his arms. He groaned in pain. She didn’t waste a minute and she was already sitting by his side as he sat up and held his forehead. When he put it away he almost didn’t notice that there was blood at his fingertips. He felt like a teeneger again when she looked at him all worried and with hardly held back a good laugh.

“You're bleeding!” She couldn’t hold back a laugh anymore. He frowned at her playfully. “You are unbelievable. One of the world’s mightiest heroes and he gets a cut on his head because he was too enchanted by his beat up, but still beautiful,” she added quickly as he glared at her, "wife.”

He looked her over, watching out for every injury her car accident caused and followed her as she took an aid-kit from Dumm-y.

“Thank you,” she smiled at the robot and turned back to Tony who studied her face. “What? Do I have something on my face?"

He shook his head, "You're so beautiful, I can't stop looking at you.”

She blinked a few times before she shook her head affectionately. She took what she needed out of the aid-kit and started to take care of him.

“That accident must have done a lot more damage to you than we thought. You're using silly pick-up lines again.”

He shrugged his shoulders. “You love them,” he reasoned.

She nodded her head. “Yeah, I love them.”

The comfortable silence fell upon them. They felt like themselves again when they were with each other, they were the missing pieces that other was missing. He missed her and she missed him. They were able to function and relax without each other but when one of them was at the hospital or away on a mission or just gone for a long time, it affected them more than they wanted to admit sometimes. The connection between the two was strong, stronger than they thought that they would ever have with anyone. They loved each other, they cared for each other and helped each other in the way that other people couldn’t.

Their moment was disturbed by Tony himself. “I wished that you wouldn't remember me for a while.” She took a deep breath to say something but he continued. “If you wouldn’t remember me you could have started over. Without this superhero bullshit, without danger, without a man who has to many issues to solve them in a few months - I am an asshole. You could have start with a chance to have a proper family, to-.”

She cut him off, “I will stop you right there. Listen carefully and remember with me. As I once told you - everyone keeps telling me you’re the bad guy, the bad boy who will broke my heart one day. Well, you know how I was and still am with advices. I never listen. You remember the night you asked me to marry you?” she smiled softly at the memory and gave him a quick peck on his lips that left him wanting a proper kiss before she continued.

“I meant all of it and I still do. You might be an asshole sometimes and do some stupid decision from time to time but it’s human and you are still learning. And besides, and that’s what I stand behind, you are kind of just, small and full of anger,” she gave him another peck when he glared at her with raised eyebrows.

“I know I forgot for a while who you were and that I love you more than anyone on this stupid planet. But I am back now and I am not going anywhere. You are stuck with me just as I am stuck with you. I love you,” she repeated while looking into his eyes.

He didn’t think, just listened to his heart. So he lifted himself up and locked his lips with hers. They were soft and tasted like the minty toothpaste she used but he didn’t mind at all. She was there, somehow okay and still alive and breathing and remembering him.

As soon as their lips connected, all his troubles were gone and all that mattered was her and only her.

She placed her hand to the back of his neck and shimmed closer to him to kiss him better. His lips felt roughed against hers and he tasted like coffee but she didn’t mind a bit. He felt like home and that was all that matter.

When they pulled away to catch their breaths it didn’t take her long to find her words again. “And you are right, you have many, many issues, like PTSD and Daddy issues and insecurities and ego bigger than-.”

He growled and pulled her into his lap, kissing her again as she giggled.

All that mattered was that they were together and happy. The outside world could wait a minute.

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Fic: Three times Scully buzzed Mulder and one time he buzzed her

Based on the vibrator/blobfish blooper. How many times did Scully startle Mulder with that vibe? NSFW at the end. Tagging @today-in-fic

i

She swore the first time it was an accident. Mulder wasn’t supposed to be there. He’d dropped by with a housewarming gift – a peace lily – to surprise her. She really didn’t need another dead plant on her conscience but there he stood at the entry, smiling up into the security camera, with a glazed white pot in one hand and a bottle of zinfandel in the other and that ‘how could you turn me away grin’ on his face. How could you turn him away?

           His ass looked fine in those skinny jeans as he walked through the apartment nodding here and peering there, approving of the gadgets, pressing all the buttons on the keypads and picking up every remote. Finally, he settled into her chair by the fireplace. Adele was playing in the background. Pizza was on its way anyway. Why not just go with the flow?

She sipped the wine as he yammered on about how some Reddit thread about fauna he’d jumped on had turned feral and she half wondered if the houseplant was a sign she’d missed or some kind of new euphemism. She chanced a Google, punctuating his ever wilder story with the occasional nod and ‘oh’. Urban Dictionary listed nothing for peace lily, but calla lily seemed to suggest a soft woman who was hot in bed. She tried to hide her cough of surprise but it caught his attention.

           “Bones in the wine, Scully?” The smile that spread across his face showed her just how much she missed casual evenings on that couch in their shitty little house. Now, she sat opposite him, regretting her choice of the two single-seaters. Everything seemed so clinical, so isolated. There was nothing to connect them.

Mulder carried on his lurid tale and she looked at her phone to see the street definition of houseplant. An antisocial guy who ignores his girlfriend. She took a large sip of wine and hit the back button. A buzz. A yelp. And Mulder leapt up.

“What the fuck was that?”

Her phone clattered to the floor as she stood up too. The buzzing continued, muffled but insistent. He pulled up the cushions and she sucked in a horrified breath. Fuck. His long fingers wrapped around its pink girth and her cheeks flushed a complementary shade. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

“Oh my, Scully. One is the loneliest number,” he said, holding up the Je Joue.

ii

If the office was a trusty old friend, motels were the two-faced bitch who’d draw you in for a hug then snap at you for being overly familiar. Adjoining rooms, sounds of Mulder murmuring. Was he on his cell, talking to real people or vocally admiring internet porn? She messaged him.

           Take out?

           Eat out?

           Wtf?

           Lol.

           Don’t lol me Mulder.

           You wtf’d me, Scully. I can lol you if I want.

           You said you wanted to eat me out.

           “There’s no way I would be that crude, Scully.” His real voice was always a honeyed surprise. She shivered despite herself as he walked through the door.

           “Make yourself at home,” she said, as he lounged on her bed.

           “Besides, if I wanted to do that, I’d ask you properly.”

           “And, pray tell,” she said, sitting next to him and relishing the dip in the mattress that meant their thighs slid together. “What is the proper way to ask to eat someone out?”

           He took her cell from her hands and smiled that lazy, arrogant, sexy grin. Before he could answer, a buzz. A yelp. A guttural groan and he pushed his hand under his ass.

           “The fuck, Scully?” He whipped out the vibe. Her skin burned. He held it up to the light, inspecting it. Her breath left her body. “You love this thing, don’t you?”

           “Mulder…”

           “You take it everywhere, it gets to sit on the couch with you, you take it to bed with you…”

           “You make it sound like a pet.”

           He shrugged. “I was going to say boyfriend, but whatever floats your boat, Scully.”

           There was a magic moment of silence, weighted, where she waited for his next jibe but it didn’t come. He simply slipped the vibe back under his legs and she heard his lips pop open. He picked up her cell. “What do I press, Scully?”

 iii

Her apartment was toast. Burnt out. The smell of smoke lasted longer than the sadness she felt at saying goodbye. The living had been Spartan, cool, short-term. Their house was more shabby than chic but she felt its warm welcome as she walked up the steps and pulled open the fly wire. Mulder had cleaned up. Kind of. There was less clutter on the shelves, only a small pile of magazines on the side tables, the fridge was newly stocked, the kitchen cupboards reasonably full. And there was always something comforting about the way Mulder used the staircase as a library. In fact, the smell of knowledge always left her feeling a little horny.

           He helped her with her bags, standing them on the landing between the main bedroom and the spare. There were more piles of books, pushed against the walls between the doors. She liked to think of it as a bridge of words, connecting their minds.

           “I think it’s too early,” she said, watching him deflate a little.

           He took the bags into the spare and stood in the doorway, arms folded. “Thank you for choosing chez Mulder,” he said.

           She indulged him with a genuine smile. “I’ve heard the hospitality is second to none.”

           “The spare room has a particular vibe…I’ll let you get settled in.”

           His hand was a familiar weight in her hand. “Help me unpack?”

           He folded, tucked, hung and layered without a word. There was one small bag left, a Maine holdall that reminded her of killer dolls and mass hysteria. Crazy times when inanimate objects took on a life of their own. She tipped it upside down on the bed, contents rolling out haphazardly. Mulder sat, sending the contents rolling side to side. Her phone sparked to life in her hip pocket and she fished it out, walking to the landing to answer. The connection was hinky and she paced to find the best spot.

           Bill took too much of her time with family stuff and preaching, and by the time she opened the door again, Mulder was lying across the bed, on his side, face covered in a silk slip she hadn’t worn since forever but couldn’t part with. She imagined the smell of that item to him was comparable to his books to her. Memories, skin, romantic nostalgia.

Climbing behind him, she draped an arm over his and he pulled her hand to his, tucking it between his legs. A buzz, a low growl and she felt him flinch and twitch.

           “I was hoping you’d do that,” he hissed as the vibration continued. “I swear, Scully, if you ever find out how to properly control this thing, it’ll be such a downer.”

iv

It would be a cold day in hell when she’d eat sushi again. And as for blobfish? Never again. Mulder shook his head and grabbed her hand, hurrying them out of the restaurant.

           “We’re out of here,” he said, wrapping her jacket round her shoulders. The air was fresh. But the company was warm. Mulder was home. It didn’t matter where the physical location was, as long as he was there, it was a welcome place. It had taken her 25 years to realise it, but she had now and driving up the gravel path to their home, uneven roof, holey fly wires, splintered steps, Ikea furnishings, nothing else mattered other than his presence by her side.

           Her clothes might have hung in the wardrobe next door, but her heart hung over the bed in the main room. She luxuriated in the Egyptian cotton comfort while Mulder cleaned his teeth. The night was ink-dark and the soft golden pool of light from the bedside lamp spilled warmth over her side of the bed. His smile was as promising.

           “Have I told you lately that I love you?”

           “It’s a marvellous night for a moon dance,” she said, pulling back the sheets.

           “Is that a euphemism?”

           “Call it what you will, Mulder.” He was warm and pliant in her arms, kissing her with familiar passion.

           Divesting themselves of clothes took no time and skin-to-skin, she wrapped her leg over his hips and ground herself against him. They fitted together perfectly. Always had. It felt so good, sparking waves of pleasure from the inside out. He mumbled into her neck and her nipples stood on end.

           “There’s something I want to do for you, Scully.”

           She imagined his head between her legs, bristled chin chafing her thighs and a flush of liquid pooled at her centre. But instead, he reached over her and fumbled in the drawer.

           “I think we’re a little beyond needing protection, Mulder.”

           He chuckled and rolled her onto her back. “No barriers, Scully.”

           “What is it?”

           A buzz. A deep, resonant hum. And she couldn’t tell if it was the vibe or her. He pressed it to her and she parted her legs with a deep sigh. His breath poured over her, warming her chin, neck, chest, before his lips found a nipple and at once she purred, pulsated. His insistent massaging played in rhythm to his licking and sucking and she was about ready to implode.

           “Fuck, Mulder. This is unbearable.”

           “Tell me what you want, Scully.”

           She couldn’t put the words together as he pressed the vibe against her clit. No matter how many different ways she played with this thing, there was no beating the confident hand of the man she loved. She bucked up to meet it, heels digging into the mattress. Wet heat escaped her and his cock leaked against her thigh. “I want you to fuck me. Just you. In me. Now.”

           It was a whirlwind of skin and slickness and thrusting and bumping. He pounded and she pushed up, she groaned and he bit, he pulled her arms above her head, she shifted her feet to his shoulders, he knelt and she screamed. Stars burst behind her eyes. It took a long time to come down and when she finally did, she heard the buzz and the whirr and then the crash of deafening silence as the Je Joue fell to the floor.

           “I think we broke it,” Mulder said, half-laughing. “How will you survive without it?”

           She pushed his fingers against her still pulsating clit. “I think I’ll cope.”

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4 SEO Tips For YouTube Videos That I Use To Get More Views

Do you want to get more views on your YouTube videos?

Here are 4 SEO tips that I use every time I record a video to get more views on it.

You want to make sure the videos you create can get in front of the right people when they search for them on the internet. I always follow these 4 steps every time I record a video. The first thing I do is make sure my video file name has the keyword in it.  Next, you want your keyword somewhere in the title of your video. You want to add the appropriate tags to your video (make sure they are related) and you want a good description with your keyword and supporting tags sprinkled in there as well.

Why You Should Be Using YouTube

Well for starters, YouTube is the second largest search engine only behind Google. Google actually owns YouTube, so what this means is YouTube is built on searchable content unlike other social media networks like Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram.

When was the last time you got online and searched for something and an Instagram or a Facebook post showed up? Don’t get me wrong social media is a great way to build an online business and I highly suggest you learn how to properly use it.

But if you want that long term traffic and views to your videos, social media ain’t going to do it for you.

YouTube has people that are searching for answers no matter what business you are building. All you have to do is learn how to position your content to be found so when someone is searching for a particular answer your video shows up.

What Is The Meaning Of YouTube SEO

SEO stands for search engine optimization. It’s where you edit your video so it can be found for certain keywords. For example, you can SEO your video so when someone types in Lead Generation in Google your video shows up. That’s the basis.

The cool thing is when done right you can get that organic traffic (traffic you don’t pay for) to your videos pretty much every day. The higher your video ranks the more views you’ll get which can mean more sales and leads for your business.

To get those results from SEO will take some time and can be a little slow when you’re first starting. You could learn how to do paid ads for faster results but there can sometimes be a steep learning curve to paid traffic.

Why You Should Care About YouTube SEO

I’m all about creating leverage in my business and with video, they stay online forever and people can watch them any place in the world that has an internet connection.

I’ve been doing videos on YouTube for a few years now, and I still get leads and sales from videos I’ve created months and even years ago.

It’s like you do the work one time, and it keeps paying you over and over and over again.

I like to look back at some of the videos I did, in the beginning, to see how far I’ve come. You’d be surprised at the difference between your 1st video and your 30th video. With each video you do, you’ll see yourself getting better and better.

How Long Does It Take To See Results From SEO

If you find a very targeted keyword with little to no competition, you could rank as soon as you hit the publish button. I’ve found keywords like this before was able to rank instantly.

But for the most part, it will take a few weeks to know where your video will rank.

There are a ton of other factors that go into where a video will rank. Such as backlinks, watch time and social interaction.

Don’t worry about it if your video does not rank right away, instead focus on putting out consistent, quality content. You could do your SEO

What To Expect In The Beginning

I’m going to tell you up front, your first few videos are going to suck. There’s no getting around it. Everyone that is having success on YouTube had to go through it, I went through it, and to be honest sometimes I still do or at least that’s how I feel.

There is a light at the end of that tunnel though and you WILL get better the more videos you do.

How To Come Up With Content For Your Videos

Don’t over complicate this part as I did, just teach the day one version of yourself and take people along with you on your journey.

Here’s what I mean, let’s say you learned a new network marketing recruiting technique.  You could turn around and create a video based off of what you just learned.

Don’t worry about if someone has already created the same topic as you have. The point is YOU haven’t created yet. You can have 5 people with the same topic and each person will deliver it differently.

Think of this like your teachers in school, you can have more than one math teacher teaching out the same book. Some kids will prefer one teacher over the other but they are still teaching out the same book.

Content creation is the same, just put it in your voice and put your spin on it and you’ll be just fine.

If you would like some help with creating your first video send me an email at Dereco@DerecoCherry.Com and I’d be glad to help you out.

What’s The Best Equipment To Shoot Videos?

Are you ready for this? It’s the smartphone you have in your pocket right now.

You don’t need any fancy equipment. If you don’t have a smartphone most laptops have built-in cameras that are good enough to shoot videos on.

And if you don’t have that you can go by a handheld video camera for just a few bucks.

Seriously you don’t need any fancy equipment at all, I shot my first video on a Blackberry smartphone! The quality sucked, I sucked, the whole thing sucked lol.

But I uploaded it anyway and hit that published button.

How To Create Great Videos Every Time

My first video I was nervous as hell, I can’t tell you how many times I told myself today was the day I was going to record that first video and it never happened.

I finally said screw it and recorded and uploaded it. Was it my best video? Of course not but the key is I got started.

And since doing that first video I’ve learned a lot along the way.

Including this full proof 4 step formula for creating videos that will virtually guarantee you make good content every time.

Intro – You want to introduce yourself and say where you are located. Question – Ask a question. Content – Answer the question you just asked. Make it good meaty content. CTA – At the end of your video give them a call to action. Tell them exactly what you want them to do next. YouTube SEO Tips For More Views Make sure you have your keyword in the file name of your video. Once you upload it to YouTube you can’t change it, so make sure you do that BEFORE you upload your content. Have a good title and try to have the keyword you’re going after in it. Don’t force it though. If it doesn’t sound right or sounds weird leave it out. Add the appropriate tags to your video. This helps youtube better understand what your video is about. Write a good description. You can have up to 300 words I think in the description. Fill it up. Also, sprinkle in some of those tags if you can. Again don’t force if it doesn’t make sense.

Make sure you check out the video on this blog post. I’ll be showing you step by step how to do this. I’ll also show you my secret tool that will save you a tremendous amount of time.

Ways You Can Make Money From Your Ranked Videos

Like I’ve mentioned before getting more eyeballs on your videos can lead to more sales for whatever business you’re promoting. Here are a couple of ways you can earn money from your videos. This by no means is a complete list as there are a ton of ways to do it. I’m just sharing some strategies that I’ve used.

Affiliate marketing is a great way to earn money from your videos. It’s super easy, you go out and find a product that you like. Preferably one that you’ve actually used or purchased, you promote it on your channel and you earn a piece of every sale that you make. Super simple, super effective and a great way to add an additional revenue stream.

Just about everyone starts off with affiliate marketing. One bit of advice about affiliate marketing, make sure it is congruent with your target audience. For example, if your YouTube channel is about dirt bikes, don’t recommend a product on how to lose weight.

Oh and I highly suggest you buy the product if possible. I know you might can’t do that everytime but when you can do it.

I personally try to only recommend courses, products or services I actually use myself.

You can sale your own product on your YouTube channel. The biggest difference between this and affiliate marketing is you get to keep all the money from the sale. You could have a physical or digital product.

What Is The Best YouTube SEO Tool To Use

Up until recently, I was using a few keyword tools to do my youtube research but I just learned keyword tools are pretty much useless and not very accurate at all.

While this post is not about keywords I will say this, if your idea about a video makes sense record the video. Just make sure you have a killer title. Now that I got that out the way the one tool I do use is called Tubebuddy.

This tool serves a couple of different functions. For starters, it has a tool called the keyword explorer where you can add the tags that are relevant to your video.

I’ll be honest up until just a few days ago I had no clue on how powerful the keyword explorer was.

It will tell you in real time where your video will rank for a keyword or tag. Pretty powerful stuff.

It has a checklist for you so you can make sure you’ve done things like added a description, and your thumbnail.

It also has canned responses that you can use to quickly reply to comments. Sometimes you can catch deals on it but I think the price is well worth it considering the time you can save in addition to the SEO benefits it offers.

Check it out if you want it’s not a must-have tool but it does help, very inexpensive, and saves you time. I personally use it every time I upload videos to my channel.

I’ll be doing a full review of TubeBuddy very soon, so make sure you subscribe here on my blog so you’ll get notified when I release it.

[Video] Here Is My YouTube SEO Tutorial

Conclusion

Let’s pull all of this together. Make sure you have a great title with the keyword in there if possible. If you can’t work the keyword in there that’s ok just make sure your title is good. Name your video file with the keyword you’re trying to target. Put the supporting tags on your video.

And the main thing is to make sure your content is helpful and answers a question or solves a problem.

These tips are for on-page SEO but keep in mind that you can do all of these and your video still won’t rank as there are other factors that go into that such as how long people your watch time and how much it is shared out.

If this youtube SEO tutorial has helped you out, let me know in the comments below.

Oh and feel free to share this around with anyone you think could get some benefit from this training. Thanks!

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Phan  Ghost Smut

   So this is suppppppper late. I really wanted to write this for Halloween but procrastination and life got in the way. I hope that you guys still enjoy it even if its a months late. =(

My Turn

Summery: Phil is dared by some classmates to sleep a whole night at the abandon house down the street. The word is that many years ago some one got murder in that house and since then no one has been able to live there. Phil may be superstitious  but not to the extent of believing in ghost or so he thought.

warning : none on part 1. the good stuff comes later !  ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

part 1/4

Phil browsed the inside of his blue bag pack  making sure one last time he was well prepared.

flashlight : check 

zip-lock bag of cereal for snaking: check

 Buffy comics to spend the time: check 

Fully charged phone: check 

His pillow and sleeping bag:check

Last but most important his camera: check

 He pulled his brand new red Nikon camera out from the other contents and zipped the bag right after. This object will the only true witness  tonight . Phil turned on the camera and faced it straight in front of him to see the outline of his wavy brunet hair friend. 

“ You dont have to do this Phil. ” PJ said in low tone that only the two boys could hear as he stared at Phil adjust the setting of the cam. “This is stupid. I bet not even one of them would dare to do this.” He added upset while he took a moment to look around and make sure nothing would pop out from the darkness that surrounded them . Phil could now see his friend perfectly after he figured out how to put the camera on night mode for the first time. Pj had his arms crossed along his chest.  

“Its going to be fine”, Phil peeked from behind the camera making eye contact with his friend’s green eyes. “ Just focused on the fact that tomorrow  we will have enough to finally buy two copies of that game we want and left over cash for what ever else. Easy money. ” Phil smiled at PJ who by now knew that Phil was not going to back out no matter how much he complained.

 " Fine but call or come over to my house if anything happens no matter what time it is. We will meet with you here in front of the gate at 9 am. ok?“ Pj undid his arms and put his hands inside the pockets of his green hoodie. After he nodded back at Pj ,Phil took a deep breath as he placed his free hand on the old rusted metallic gate. It was time, he thought when he turned towards the house that they stood outside this whole time. With an easy push the gate swung open reviling what look like the beginning of  stone path that after a few feet disappeared into grass tall enough to reach his own knees. 

“wish me luck!“  Phil said as he verged in the path that he couldn't  even see in the camera’s night mode. As he made it to the house porch he never looked back to see if PJ was still there to witness him do something no one in their town had dared to do. Don’t get him wrong he was not doing this because he had THE BALLS to do it. Phil hated confrontation of any kind but if people picked on his friends it was a different story.

   When some of those snobby wanna  be posh kids from high school picked on Pj Phil  "unleashed the beast”. Which snowball into them daring him to stay few hours during the day at the abandon house but Phil was so over them he was going to show them once and for all. Like an idiot in the heat of the moment,  he up them by saying that he would stay at the house the whole night.  Not even the  dark edgy goth kids of their senior year  would  set foot at in this house at that time.

Phill reached the porch steps and carefully tested each step before he put his whole body pressure on them. The wood creaked violently as if they going to break at the slightest touch .After much teasing, he walked right up to the door. “ENTER IF YOU DARE!!” was vandalized right under the house number door.Phil hit the red record button caught the red spray paint as his first scene.

“This is the 278 the abounded house down our street or like the entire population of the school  calls it the haunted Howells. My name is Phil Lester  and if you find this well I am dead.” Phill laughed at his own comment  as he reached for the door knob. Just like the old gate the door swung open as if the years of wear from nature had lighted the weight of it. “ According to the word on the street this house as been empty for a long time.The housed was own by the Howell family who mysteriously left it and no one has been able to live here since due to supernatural events. Also, there is a rumor that after visiting the house some people have gone missing.”

He shut the door behind him and took a first glance into the living room from the camera’s night vision. Phil pull out the flashlight from his bag, he couldn’t rely on the night mode alone. Living Room was empty no furniture what so ever. There was a lot of leaves, empty beer bottles left behind from the uni jocks that dare each other to stay in the house a few hours during the day and lots of spider webs. Phil made his way to the kitchen and just like the living room it was empty, dusty and dirty.

“well the first floor seems completely empty. It looks like no one is been in the house for a long while but I am still going to look around the house before I settle somewhere. Just cause I am a nerd that believes more in aliens that in ghost that does not mean that there could be a serial killer hiding  ready to kill me. So lets go upstairs.” Phil began his ascend to the second floor of the house. He was not being that silent as he climbed up the steps. This was really a joke. To him this is just an empty house that was just too old to get sold that is all. His mom might have made him slightly superstitious but not enough to believe in other worldly spirits. The stairs led to a hall with four doors. Phil tried to open the first door to his left but it was locked .

 Actually, most of the doors were shut closed and they wouldn’t event budge except for the last one on the right that was wide open. Phil first peeked in the room for safety reasons. This room was quite different from the rest of the house it had furniture. one full wooden framed Bed with a spotted mattress and one  wooden dresser covering a window on the adjacent wall but that was not all. The room was not as dusty or dirty like the rest of the house. Plus it seems as no one ever came up here for there was not even a single piece of trash. Phill walked right up to the bed.

“well guys this looks promising. ” Phil said as he presses against the mattress. Obviously, the top layer of filth bounced up the air and made Phil sneezed that’s when he noticed that the black dots he thought where dirt begun to move.“ lol nope lets not ” He quickly walked away from the bed to the dresser and started to look inside the draws. Three of the four draws were empty but the last one had a few sheets of papers in it. Phil pulled them out and proceeded to close the room door.

“ok so this is where I am going to be staying for the night. Let me pull out my sleeping bag  and then ill read you guys what I found in the dresser.” So Phil put down the camera on top of the dresser  facing him and the flashlight so it illuminated the room some what. He placed the sleeping  bag and his pillow on the other side of the room  far away from the bed as possible. Once settled he faced the papers to the camera . “ ok so in the far corner here if the camera focuses you can see the letters D H, probably initials. All three papers have it. The first paper  is a music sheet which letters have been written over the notes. Maybe there were learning to play an instrument. The second sheet seems like some math homework that was never finished. Last  sheet sais” He stopped and looks around before he reads the rest  ,“I killed all my family  and you are next !“  To wich Phil looks at the camera with his eyes wide open with fear just to laugh after a few seconds.

” It doesn’t say that. what it actually sais is. ’ I had a bad day today Matt canceled on me again. I think he might be getting tired of me but I love him. Also, mum and dad aren’t making it any easier by sniffing around every second . Maybe they are catching on to what is happening between Matt and I. I hope not I couldn’t deal with Matt’s rejection as well as my parents.’ well, D H that quite the romantic drama. is that it ?“ Phil flips the paper to see alittle bit more written in the back of it.  “oh no there is more ’ some times I wish I was in control of all this. When will it be MY TURN?’ “  His last words come out like a whisper. After a half second of silence he put the paper down with the rest  “Same D H same. Well, I hope where ever you are now you are better off. Anyway, now I am just gonna read some of my comics and eat my snack !”

Phil took the camera from down from the dresser and placed it  on the  red wood floor far enough to where you could see the whole sleeping bag.  He was set. The intended plan was to re-read his buffy comic collection book , snack and try to stay up. Two hours went by of him just sat on his sleeping bag reading away and snacking on a bunch of mix cereal because he couldn’t decide on flavor when he packed. Every so often he would laugh get up and walk to the camera to show it something he found funny or he thought was cool. 

“hey guys. so I really wanted to stay up the whole time but i am too tierd. It was a school day today .. um i mean yesterday  its already like 3 Am. I am going to take a nap you guys are on the look out . My life depends on you. See you  later .”   He made is way back to the sleeping bag and past out as soon as his head hit the pillow.

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Part : 2&3