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[incorrectnessduskwood]

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[slytherinlizzy]

Duskwood Incorrect Quotes pt.22

Dan: How did none of you hear what I just said?

Thomas: I've been zoned out for the past two and a half hours.

Cleo: I got distracted about halfway trough.

Mc: Ignoring you was a conscious decision.

[twxddle]

*If mc fell asleep on them:*

Jessy whispering: Awwe I love you mc. So cute. *hugs* You talk and wake mc up, you are DEAD!

Cleo: Sorry mc, I got things to do. Get up.

Thomas: *Tries to get mc off of him.*

Lilly: I got work to do but oh well. Too lazy to get up.

Dan: *falls asleep with mc without noticing mc sleeping on him*

Richy whispering: Omg mc is sleeping on me! I need to be very quiet and not move.

Jake zoning out while having butterflies in his stomach:

[welcometohelck]

[hiramaris]

Dusk til Dawn

Part 13

Summary: Following Episode 9. And spoilers for Episode 10. 

Author’s note: As Episode 10 is just released I just want to say heads up for those who are not yet finished. Completing the game without spoilers really made a difference, and as much as possible I want everyone to experience that. And for those finished, I’ll gladly welcome you to my domain where MC took a different route.

Disclaimer:  I do not own Duskwood or any of the related characters. Duskwood is created by and owned by Everbyte Studio. This fanfiction is intended for entertainment only. I am not making any profit from this story. All rights of the original Duskwood story belong to Everbyte Studio.

Warning: Mentions of blood, suicide, violence, pedophiles, drugs, gun, murder, sex offenders, kidnapping

Shits started to go down the moment those words left your mouth. What did you expect anyway? You had unintentionally hit a raw nerve. Ted had poured his heart and soul reminiscing that night, and yet you have the audacity to laugh at his misery.

You didn’t really mean to laugh, really. Laughter sometimes escapes us in moments of intense emotion, not because we find something funny, but as a release valve for relief.

It was a relief that Hannah and Richy may not go to jail after all these. Because Ted had already admitted that he pushed Jennifer on the road, thus the crime committed wasn’t actually done by them.

You understood Ted's suffering. Under different circumstances, in a life where you weren't bound by the law, you might have reacted similarly if Jill's death had gone unpunished. Your empathy for Ted's situation ran deep. Yet, you were starkly aware of the reality you existed in—one that demanded adherence to the law, no matter how difficult it might be. They may call you a hypocrite all they want, but your top priority right now is to keep everyone safe.

Ted also needs help, psychiatrically speaking.

You’re not entirely sure, but you can see bits of physiological manifestations of his mental illness. His mental instability could be a potentially dangerous weapon against you all. The unpredictability of his actions was a looming threat. That’s why you need to pin him down— fast.

Something in your demeanor must have given Jake a signal because suddenly, his resistance flared to life. With a swift bite and a kick to Ted's shin, he managed to create enough space to scramble away, taking Richy along.

A stifled laugh threatened to escape you— it was a desperate attempt on Jake’s end, and you didn’t quite envision it before that Jake would have the guts to bite someone’s hand.

The small trickle of blood at the corner of Jake's mouth was evidence of the pain he had inflicted. Ted's angry growls confirm that he’s not pleased with what Jake has done.

So, with Jake out of the way, you launched yourself at Ted without hesitation. The revolver in his hand had just gone off, a deafening bang that temporarily left your ears ringing. But your focus was unwavering, and you met Ted's attempt to regain control with a swift move to disarm him. You managed to deflect his aim, causing the bullet to miss its mark. The metallic tang of adrenaline filled your senses as you grappled with him, determined to subdue the threat he posed.

The dimmed surroundings gave you the disadvantage not to mention the addition of fighting a full-grown man. In the midst of grasping for dear life in his hands and the gun, you caught a glimpse of Hannah, Jake, and Richy. Jake had positioned himself protectively in front of Hannah and Richy. It seemed Hannah was too overwhelmed with the current events to notice that her brother was just in front of her.

"Jake, help Y/n!" Richy rasped out behind Jake when he saw how dangerously close the gun was to your abdomen. That made you shoot back to the horrible reality.

Hannah froze at the mention of Jake’s name.

Usually, under normal circumstances, it would be best to outnumber the culprit but given Richy’s relative lack of experience in fighting, he might be shot first before you. He’s also injured. Jake is also injured, and even if he may have experience in fighting, his concussion will only slow him down. As of now, you're the best chance you've got, and you pray to the deities above that you no longer believed in long ago that they'll be able to help with the slimming luck you only have.

“Jake, no!” You shouted as you saw Jake try to move towards you. “You have to go NOW! Don’t come near me!”

“B-but—”

“Just do it!”

Ted's chuckle cut through the tension. “You think I would let anyone leave this mine?” Ted chuckled darkly as he leaned closely on your face, his breath chilling against your skin. His whispered words hung heavy in the air. “I just told you. No one will ever leave this mine alive.”

“As if I'd let that happen,” you snapped back, focusing on prying the gun from his grip.

Your priority right now is to disarm him. You can’t take the risk of having him fire it on anyone.

You suspected Alan had already called for backup at the entrance by the Grimrock. It is a matter of choice now: it’s either you all die, or he’ll be captured. He’s desperate, and that makes him more dangerous than ever.

With a burst of strength, you managed to make Ted stagger backward, pressing him against the wall.  You motioned the three to get out of here and Jake readily nodded in agreement, understanding the severity of the situation.

"We have to help, Y/n!" Richy protested, struggling against Jake's grip. His desperation was palpable, his eyes wide with concern for you and the dangerous situation you were in.

“We have to go.” Jake's voice was urgent as he decisively snatched the laptop from the table, his movements quick and purposeful. He pulled Richy and Hannah away from the escalating conflict, his protective stance shielding them from the potential danger. You could see the fear and determination in his eyes, his focus solely on ensuring their safety. Meanwhile, your battle with Ted continued— a life-and-death struggle that demanded your full attention.

You were acutely aware of the weight of the situation. The gun held by Ted was a deadly threat, and your unwavering goal was to disarm him as swiftly as possible.

“At this point, we’re just going to be a liability to her,” Jake's words cut through the chaos, a stark reminder that your priority was to keep them safe, even if it meant leaving you to face Ted alone.

Amidst the clash, a fierce blow struck your face, sending a jolt of pain through your skull. Your jaw clenched in response, determination overriding the pain as you tightened your grip on Ted, refusing to back down.

“A hard face I see,” Ted grunted, a twisted smirk on his face. “No wonder you seemed unbothered to my threats.”

Despite the blood trickling from your nose, you shot him a wolfish grin. “I think you've underestimated me.”

This fucker has a sick punch you admit. You didn't want to be deterred by that so with a fire in your eyes burning brightly as you pressed forward, your head still throbbing from the earlier blow, you slammed your forehead on him, leaving both of you momentarily stunned.

Before Ted could regain his bearings, your palm crashed down on his wrist, exploiting his momentary weakness. The gun slipped from his grasp, hitting the ground with a loud clatter. The sound was a welcome confirmation of your success in disarming him.

Shaking off the residual dizziness, you moved with swift precision. Your foot struck out, kicking the gun away from his reach. In the same fluid motion, you advanced, your boot connecting with his stomach. The impact sent him hurtling backward, his body colliding with the table. A cacophony of splintering wood accompanied his fall as the table shattered beneath his weight, leaving him sprawled among the debris.

As you stood there, panting slightly, you couldn't ignore the fact that Richy and Jake were both eager to join the fight. This was their battle as much as yours, yet your experience told you that their involvement wouldn't bode well. Jake's injuries left him barely able to stand, and Richy's weakened state from blood loss only added to the danger. As much as you value their willingness to help, you can't allow them to worsen their conditions by joining the fray.

Disregarding the blood that continued to flow from the reopened wound on the side of your head, you closed the distance between you and Ted. But in the midst of your advance, you didn't anticipate his sudden move. A knife materialized in his hand, seemingly from thin air, and he lunged toward your leg. Your reflexes kicked in, and you managed to evade just in time to avoid the full brunt of the strike. Still, the blade grazed against your pants, leaving behind a stinging sensation that served as a harsh reminder that Ted at all fucking costs, should not reach anyone from the three. He’s fully capable to fucking kill someone, and you’ll be damned if you let something happen to them.

"That's it. I'm going in," Richy's voice strained as he struggled against Jake's grasp. While Jake's weakened state made it easier for Richy to wriggle free, the blood loss had left Richy even more vulnerable.

It was a rare sight to see Richy losing his characteristic calm and rational demeanor, and for him to be losing his cool right now means this looks way worse than you imagined. It's a wonder you're still able to keep up with Ted.

Muscle and strength were undoubtedly in Ted's favor, a fact you were acutely aware of. Your typical strategy of using agility to outmaneuver your opponent and turn their strength against them was hindered by the persistent ache in your head from the concussion. Despite this setback, you found yourself pushing through, driven by a potent mixture of adrenaline and determination.

As your breaths came in labored pants, you raised a palm, the blood from your head wound now smeared across your skin. "It's okay, it's okay..."

It was not the best reassuring gesture you could muster but you have to stop Richy. As of now he didn't give much impression that he can give the right call when his judgment is clouded by emotions, it is best to let him stay out of the battlefield.

You let out a harsh breath and tried to get your shit together.

"Richy, listen to me���" your voice caught in a groan, your chest heaving. “You know this mine better than I do. Take everyone to Grimrock. I've got this, hah...”

****

As the tension escalated, Jake was forced to take charge of the situation, guiding both Richy and Hannah forward.

Along the way, as he furiously types against the laptop, he realizes that the stream the culprit had given you was a fake one and was programmed to loop all this time. He also found out that this laptop is also connected to a massive surveillance camera network within the mine. So, to speak the mine is probably riddled with these cameras, lurking in shadows and corners, watching every step they take including the one inside the room you’re currently in under the watchful eye of one such camera.

There’s also an unknown source that had successfully breached their way inside this laptop which essentially had stopped the looped stream minutes ago.

Which means… anyone who has access to the link must have heard and watched what had transpired earlier, and what is currently transpiring in real-time.

"Shit," he muttered under his breath as he shuts down the laptop. He halted, his eyes darting around their surroundings. And then, he spotted it – another camera, the fourth one he'd noticed since they'd left that room.

He had little sense of how far they had come from the exit, but he’s quite sure that they are significantly far enough from you and Ted. He mostly relied on Richy for directions since Ted had destroyed all his gadgets and phone, however, the mechanic seemed lost in his own thoughts, his mumbling refrain of 'It's all my fault' haunting the air like a grim mantra.

Hannah, on the other hand, was a mere shell of herself, overwhelmed both physically and emotionally. Her wide-eyed gaze darted around, barely conscious of her surroundings. He has no idea what happened there before he woke up but the two seemed pretty shaken up more than before.

Though his own memories remained foggy, Jake pushed through the mental haze, focusing on the present moment.

Jake's injuries weighed heavily on him, making every movement a strenuous task. He cursed softly under his breath, knowing that his strength was waning fast. Despite the pain and the nagging worry of potential arrest once they reached Grimrock, he pushed those thoughts aside. The current priority was ensuring the safety of his sister and Richy, especially knowing that you were out there, risking your life for them.

He has to make Hannah and Richy get out of this mine alive. Only after that could he think about returning to you. No matter what.

"Richy," Jake's voice was firm as they reached yet another fork in the tunnel. "Where to?"

“I... I think we should go back.”

That snapped the remaining patience in Jake. “Get yourself together.” He hissed quietly. “We have to get out of here. That is the only way we can help, Y/n.”

“No,” Hannah spoke for the first time in a long while. Her lips trembled as she continued, “this is all my fault… Y/n shouldn’t — Agent Y/l/n shouldn’t risk their life for some murderers!”

Confusion tightened Jake's features. “What are you talking about. Hannah?” he demanded, reaching out to steady her shoulders. “You’re no murderers.”

“No, no, no!” Hannah pulled away; her eyes filled with anguish. She dashed towards the dark tunnel they had come from. Her figure was easily swallowed by the darkness of the mine.

"Hannah!" Richy cries out for her.

No, Hannah...

Jake made a motion to run after her, but a sudden surge of pain pierced his head.

He crumpled to his knees, his hand pressing against his forehead. He tried to sit up, only to be hit by another wave of agony. He groans as he tries to sit up but a sharp beam of light cuts through the darkness, followed by an authoritative voice that echoes off the walls.

“Freeze! This is Duskwood Police!”

****

“I knew there would come a time Richy would betray me,” Ted muttered, his voice dripping with bitterness. His eyes shifted toward the direction they had gone, a hint of anger in his gaze. He started to take a step, his intent clear, but you are not having any of it. He’s going to need to get through with your corpse first before he can leave this room. “Still,” he chuckled darkly. “He did a good job doing the dirty work for me.”

You spat out blood and grinned. “May I remind you he’s never been on your side to begin with?”

“True.” Ted's lips twitched in an almost begrudging acknowledgment. He raised his fist, the knife gleaming menacingly in his other hand while you stood there within a careful distance with an annoyingly sly grin.

Ignoring the ache spiking up with every inch of your body, you settled into your usual fighting stance. One leg was positioned forward, the other slightly back, creating a solid base. Both fists were raised defensively in front of your head, elbows tucked in tightly to protect your sides.

Everything is fucking painful but you didn’t allow yourself to feel anything. Anything but rage. That's all you should feel. Maybe rage would suffice enough to make you stand, to make you walk, to make you fight.

Ted seemed almost amused as he casually tilted his neck, producing an unsettling crack that echoed through the air. His previous grin morphed into a snarl; his eyes filled with a deadly intent. “I’d never want a murderer on my side anyway.”

He decided to move first, the knife swinging fast like a bullet. You just hop back casually, the knife hitting nothing but the air. A wide, almost manic grin spread across his face. Another jab was missed, and then another; one to the right and another to the left.

You quickly realized that Ted is planning to keep this pace up for a while, knowing that if he continued like this given your injuries, you wouldn’t be able to keep up with him before long.

While you're confident in your combat skills, whether up close or at range, your endurance is practically top-notch. You're also aware that Ted has the upper hand in terms of strength and speed at the moment due to your injuries.  Nonetheless, you've noticed that while his strength and speed are commendable– he lacks precise muscle coordination, which allows you to deftly evade his jabs.

As the fight raged on, it became evident that Ted's patience was wearing thin. Time seems to slow down as he notices that he has yet to make contact with you. Despite his best efforts, he's only hitting the air. Even your injuries couldn't suppress your movements from being so agile and fluid that he could barely keep up.

“Come on,” you taunted, a playful grin on your face. “You think you’ll be able to catch your self-proclaimed murderers if you can’t even finish off little ol’ me?”

You’re not sure if it’s quite possible to make a person angrier than this but you must have struck a nerve as Ted’s punches came in quick succession, but you are still able to move with such speed, barely needing to shift your weight to evade his blows. Your hands casually rested at your sides, almost mocking Ted as he grew increasingly frustrated.

Minutes passed like a blur, and you continued to evade Ted’s attacks with your god-speed movements. It’s starting to wear you out but still; you manage to go beyond your limits. Even when he had finally cornered you against the wall, you were able to sidestep just in time, causing his fist to collide against the hard wall leaving a large dent against it.

You were always one step ahead. With each punch, you sidestepped, twisted, and ducked with great precision, using quick footwork and careful movements to evade his attacks. You spun and shifted, your movements were seamless and well-timed, making Ted’s' parries miss their mark time and time again.

A second of distraction was all you needed as you quickly rounded behind him, stomping your foot on his back.

You grinned happily as you hop back on your feet and went back to your original stance; hands tucked securely against your arms, patiently waiting for him to stand up.

Ted collided with the wall with a grunt, his tight grip against the knife loosening as it fell to the ground. He didn't expect you to attack back. Nonetheless, he recovered and backed off. That kick was far stronger than he anticipated.

Ted now knew he had underestimated you, and this was no longer a battle he could take lightly. He took a deep breath and charged towards you, this time with more caution in his movements. You could see the determination in his eyes, and you knew that the real battle was about to begin. You have been relying on your evasive skills alone for far too long, and you decided it was time to change up your strategy.

You stepped to the side, avoiding his attack, and countered with a quick jab to his ribs, followed by a hook to his jaw. The blows were quick and powerful, but you didn't stop there.

You followed up with a low kick, sweeping his feet from under him. As Ted fell to the ground, he stood up just as fast as he fell. You didn't let him recover from that and landed a kick to his back. He grunted in pain, but you didn't stop.

You delivered a series of punches to his sides and stomach, each one more powerful than the last. Ted tried to block and dodge, but your attacks were too quick and too precise.

Finally, you backed off, giving him a moment to catch his breath or more precisely, give yourself a break because ‘Goddammit, I think I’ve pushed myself a little too hard.’ You think. You just hoped they had already gotten out of here.

You tried to hide the grimace on your face as you stood there, waiting for him to get back up.

“Aren’t you going a little overboard protecting those murderers, agent?" Ted questioned; his breaths uneven as he regained his footing.

“The only murderer I see right now is you,” you retorted with a teasing expression, you ran your fingers through your hair, brushing away the dried blood hindering your vision.

“Fool!” This only provokes Ted to charge at you again. This time, his kicks were even more forceful and aggressive than before, and you could see that he was putting all his strength into the attacks. However, you remained unfazed, still smirking as you evaded his blows with ease. Although there were moments when he nearly landed a hit on you, you managed to block them just in time with one arm.

You noted though that if you weren’t a trained agent, even though you managed to block his attacks, they are still strong enough to leave a bruise or worse, break a bone to a normal civilian with no fighting experience or whatever.

After a moment of pure evasion from a parry of attacks from Ted, your smile widened as you noticed a glaring blind spot that everyone could see in broad daylight.

As Ted threw a careless punch, you swiftly ducked and moved to his right, unleashing a series of quick, harsh jabs to his ribs. He grunted in pain and swung wildly at you, but you ducked once more and followed up with a  roundhouse kick to his face. The blow left him dizzy and disoriented, causing his attacks to become more and more inaccurate.

As he threw another punch, you swiftly yanked his arm and tossed him away. You watched as he turned around and surged back towards you, ready to attack once again. But you were ready for him this time, swiftly ducking under his arm and delivering a punch with such incredible speed and force that may seem impossible for someone who is injured. Your fist made contact with his chest, sending him hurtling into the wall with a thud.

“Finally…” you panted as you crouched in front of his unconscious form, checking for signs of consciousness. Confirming his state, you knew that this was the one-in-a-million outcome you had hoped for.

The suspect was alive, Richy and Hannah had escaped, and you were left victorious. Thoughts of Jake's safety lingered, but you held onto the belief that he would find a way to save himself. If not, you were determined to come to his rescue.

With a sense of satisfaction, you stood up and turned to retrieve the ropes you had been tied with to restrain Ted.

Suddenly you heard a bang.

It was so sudden and loud that you weren’t able to react immediately. Only when you felt the sharp stinging pain against your side did you realize that you had been shot. Warm blood began to pool against your palms as you tried to put pressure on them. You look back at the source and to your horror, Ted with a revolver in his hands has begun to rise from his place. A sickening grin plastered all over his face.

"Got you," his raspy voice cut through the air.

The pain was too much. You have only been fighting earlier out of sheer will and adrenaline, and now that they finally wore off plus a gunshot wound, the pain you are feeling is spiking up all over so bad that you can’t even determine which one hurts the most.

You tried standing up, but it only made you fall on your back as you clutched your side in pain.

Ted’s grinning face looms over you menacingly. “You have put up a good fight, Agent. I’ll give you some credit. However, this is where you will say goodbye.”

Ted raised his revolver, and time seemed to slow down. The movies had always depicted this moment — life flashing before your eyes. Faces of loved ones, friends, and memories cascaded through your mind. Each cherished moment, each unfulfilled promise, they all surged to the forefront.

Images of Jake, Richy, Lilly, Dan, Cleo, Thomas, Hannah, and Jessy flooded your thoughts.

All your moments with them— with her came flashing.

All moments of what could have been came spiraling. All the possible dates, the traveling, the camping with the gang. All those you promised to give her.

You won’t be able to keep your promises.

How could something that hasn’t yet begun start to end right in your very eyes? Was it really meant to be this way?

Maybe.

It’s okay. You tried to convince yourself. They’re safe now. You can rest.

You close your eyes, acceptance slowly creeping up to cover up the pain. You waited for the gunshot.

A beat of silence occurred.

But none came. Only to hear a soft hiss of a swing was heard and then a crack.

“Y/n!”

You dared to open your eyes and saw a pair of warm gray eyes meeting your own. “H-han…” you tried to speak but found it difficult to even breathe.

“I've got you… I've got you,” she whispered, offering a shaky hand to help you up. You grunted, your vision going white from the hot pain. Nevertheless, your eyes fought hard to spot Ted.

There he was, sprawled across the floor, blood pooling around his head. Beside him is the bloodied metallic baseball bat that he had swung at you earlier. An understanding came through you.

“I-I hit him…” Hannah tries to explain between sniffs. “He was… he was going to shoot you..! I didn’t— I don’t know what to do. I j-just can’t let him kill you. I’m sorry.” Her tears fell, her grip on you trembling.

You squeeze her other hand that supports you. “I… h-hah it’s okay, Hannah. You— you didn’t kill him.”

As if to prove his point. Ted's laughter broke through his pain, filling the room. He laughed, a haunting sound that soon morphed into sobs. Both of you watched as he crawled on the ground, his movements feeble. Hannah had hit him pretty hard.

“Jen… I’m sorry…” He sobs, eyes staring at no one in particular. “I’m sorry… I’m sorry. I missed you so much…”

You can only watch him break down. You’re sure his ragged sobs will forever be embarked in your mind. You truly felt sorry for him. But there’s no way out of this one.

Abruptly, his sobs ceased, leaving behind an eerie stillness that engulfed the mine. Ted's gaze shifted toward you and Hannah, his eyes vacant, as though grappling with his inner demons.

It was during this unsettling stillness that you noticed Ted conjure a lighter from thin air, its faint glow illuminating his twisted grin. He ignited the lighter's flame and then released it, allowing it to fall to the ground with a soft hiss. Suddenly, the damp soil underfoot ignited, setting off a chain reaction of fire that raced through the room and beyond the tunnels.

Only then do you realize that the damp soils from the ground weren’t because of water, they were gasoline!

Fuck it. You didn’t expect Ted to resort to suicide, and of course, he thought that’s the best way to bring down you two. Even at the expense of his own death.

The roaring fire's fury consumed the surroundings, the air thickening with smoke and chaos. As the flames surged ever closer, Hannah's grip on you tightened, pulling you away from the encroaching inferno. “Come on!” She fights back the tears as you hear Ted’s one last scream of agony before everything goes silent.

“You should go…” You managed to rasp out, the pain evident in your voice.  “Hannah, I’m just going to slow you down…”

“No!” she shook her head vehemently. “I can’t leave you here!”

You managed a weak chuckle, your body straining against the pain. “You’re as h-hah— stubborn as Lilly… but I’m here because I want to s-save you. And that still stands true right n-now…”

Hannah’s grip on your hips tightened. Her pace suddenly goes faster as she helps you navigate through the tunnel with slight ease. Luckily the fire here isn’t as bad as where you came from, but you know it will eventually catch up if you don't hurry.

“This might be hell coming its way up here to come and make me pay for my sins.” Hannah's laugh was tinged with bitterness and tears. “I’m done running away. But I’ll be damned if I let you get caught in this mess again. Let me save you this time, Y/n.”

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A/n: Hi! Good evening (morning or afternoon) to y'all. Sorry, this took so long. As I have said, I find it quite challenging to write a fight scene that would be satisfactory but I tried my best. This is not beta-read just yet because my eyes are so tired from finishing the chapter hahaha but nevertheless, I think it's worth it. Lemme know what you guys think in the comments. I shall rest my eyes now so I'll probably respond to y'all tomorrow. Adios!

[oldschoolfrp]

In Boelaerian’s Magic Shop two baalrog demon guards ponder the board of a game within the game (Thomas Miller, Palladium RPG Book VI: Island at the Edge of the World, Palladium Books, 1993)

[dboutonsmith]

My collection of color pencil Duskwood portraits I've drawn so far: Thomas, Hannah, Dan, and Phil.

[mysteriouslover1516]

Death in Duskwood

DISCLAIMER: Everyone is at the cabin in the woods, making it easier for this scene to take place. When the MWAF shows up, he realizes that MC is actually already in Duskwood.

“Have you figured out the location of the stream yet?” MC asked as she peered over the hacker’s shoulder.

“No, he is hiding behind encryptions. A rather good job I must hand to him.” Jake answered, trying to not show the effect the live stream had on him.

“Jake, it’s okay.” MC’s hand found its way to the top of one of his. “It’s okay to be worried.”

“Look at her,” Jake sighed as his fingers tapped on the desk. “You can tell that she has cuts on her face, it looks like she lost weight, the ropes around her wrists are probably chafing. She’s clearly been drugged, how could he do something like this?”

“I don’t know,” MC shook her head. “But we’re going to bring an end to this nightmare, I promise.”

“We have to save her, and save Richy too, we need to bring Michael to justice.” Jake insisted. “But right now it’s like we’re at a standstill, I feel utterly helpless, MC.”

“You really think it’s Michael?” MC asked, biting her bottom lip.

“Everything points to him as the culprit. He’s basically the legend, MC. His daughter was killed in the forest, no one admitted their guilt and involvement, so he took the law into his own hands. He found those who were responsible for Jennifer’s death, and now he’s punishing them.”

“But why was Amy killed and Hannah wasn’t? In Hannah’s texts it says that she was the one driving, not Amy.” MC reminded.

“I cannot answer that question,” Jake sighed. “I do not know why Amy was killed and Hannah wasn’t. I can only guess it’s because he wants to make a statement and kill Hannah tomorrow, on the anniversary of Jennifer’s death.”

“And why was Richy captured? Nothing in your sister’s chat referenced any involvement on his part, right?”

“At least not that we can see,” Jake agreed. “And Richy showed no sign of knowing of the incident, especially not to the point of  being involved in it.”

“It just doesn’t make sense. Michael would be far too old for this.”

“There’s no other explanation, MC. All the photos Jessy took of the evidence was found at the Hanson house.”

“What if he’s being framed? The kidnapper is pinning it all on someone who has been dead for years?”

“We do not know if he is really dead though. He could have been hiding out all these years.”

“I think that’s unlikely,” MC walked to the window and gazed at the forest woodland. “But I don’t know anymore, I feel like I’m slowly losing my mental health.”

“It will end soon, MC. I promise.” The hacker’s warm breath appeared near her shoulder, arms wrapping around her waist. “We will find Hannah, and Richy too.”

“And what happens after that?” MC turned around, placing her hands on the top of his shoulders. “What happens to us?”

“We will make the most of whatever time permits,” Jake said. “You have seen what a life with and without me can look like, and if you really want to make this work, we will find a way.”

“Yes.” MC smiled, “More like I will find the way.”

“With my help of course,” Jake smirked back, the corners of his blue eyes slightly crinkling.

MC’s phone buzzed in her back pocket, causing her to pull away from Jake’s embrace. Her throat grew dry as she read the message on her lock screen.

I am coming, MC.

“What does this mean?” The palms of her hand started to get sweaty, “He doesn’t know where we are, right?”

Jake quickly darted back to his computer, pounding away on his keyboard. “MC.”

“You’re scaring me,” MC said as he locked eyes with her. “Please tell me we’re safe.”

“When we opened the maps app on Hannah’s phone, we turned on location sharing. Michael knows where we are, MC.”

“It’s all my fault,” MC sunk on the bed, her head finding refuge in her hands. “We’re in danger.”

“I was the one who instructed you to open up the maps,” Jake shook his head as he joined her on the bed. “It’s my fault, not yours. I will take full responsibility for what happened when we tell the others.”

“No, we did it together, we share the blame.” MC stood up, “They will know we would never do something like this on purpose.”

“We need to warn them,” Jake took her hand and led her down the stairs.

“Guys?” MC called out, “We need to talk, it’s important.”

“What is it, MC?” Thomas asked as he walked into the living room, the others slowly traipsing in behind him, Dan bringing up the rear with his wheelchair.

“We need to leave the cabin now. Michael knows our location.” MC said.

“What?!” Jessy gasps, “How is that possible?!”

“When we opened up the maps app on Hannah’s phone, we unintentionally turned on location sharing. Michael knew this would happen, he had planned for this to occur.” Jake informed.

“It was a trap,” Cleo mumbled.

“He knew I’d take the phone,” Thomas’s voice faltered. “It’s my fault.”

“No, finding Hannah’s phone helped reveal the truth of what happened ten years ago.”

“It’s not your fault, Thomas.” The hacker agreed with MC. “But now we have to get to safety.”

“I have an idea,” Dan raised his hand mockingly. “We stay.”

“What?” Lilly whipped her head around to gawk at him.

“We’ve run long enough, it’s time to end this.” Dan insisted. “We can get this masked freak.”

“I can’t believe I’m saying this, but he’s right.” MC nodded, “We even have the upper hand in the element of surprise.”

“Exactly! He won’t expect us to defend ourselves.” Dan smiled proudly as MC took his side.

“You really think we can do this?” Jessy hesitated. “Really stand up to him?”

“For Hannah we can. For Richy we can. And for ourselves, yes.” MC took the redhead’s hands.

“Quite an authoress,” Dan clapped at MC’s little motivational speech. “Who’s with us?”

“I am,” Cleo said in a firm voice. “I’m done running.”

“For Hannah,” Lilly agreed, “for Richy.”

Thomas nodded, “We can pull this off.”

“You are all either very brave or very naive,” Jake finally spoke. “I don’t know which.”

“We have a weapon too,” Dan remembered. “And there’s only one of him and six of us.”

“A weapon that we don’t know who it belongs to,” Cleo narrowed her eyes. “ Anyone going to confess to owning it yet?”

The room remained silent as everyone shared gazes with each other, no one willing to admit bringing the pistol.

“There is something you all have failed to consider.” Jake said, “Michael does not know MC and I are also here in this cabin.”

“I see that more as another advantage,” Dan brushed off the hacker’s concern. “More of us against him.”

“But MC is in danger now,” Jake’s voice was low.

“No offense, but we’re all in danger. We all have been in danger since the very beginning of this mess, even before MC was. It’s nothing new.” Dan glared.

“Dan, stop it.” Jessy rolled her eyes at her boyfriend.

“Yeah yeah,” Dan sighed. “Hackerman is just worried, I get it.”

A faint blush spread across Jake’s face, but his jaw still remained set. “We must do everything in our power to keep her safe.”

“Jake, that’s not-” MC started.

“He’s right though,” Cleo agreed. “Michael wants YOU, MC. You’re his main goal. He is attacking everyone else because he wants to affect you. He attacked Jessy while she was on the phone with you, same as Richy. Now he wants to attack us out in the cabin, he wants you to feel helpless.”

“It’s not fair to put everyone else’s life on the stake if I’m not willing to do the same,” MC’s eyes flashed. “I want to help and to do so we need to work as a team.”

“Since we got that out of the way, here’s the plan.” Dan emphasizes with his hands. “There are two entrances inside, the upper deck and the lower floor. Thomas will be stationed in the downstairs bathroom, Lilly and Cleo in the basement bedroom that has the window facing the road. Hackerboy and I will guard the main level of the house, Jessy and MC in the attic bedroom posing as the lookouts.”

Jake opened his mouth to refute the arrangements, but on a second thought he remained silent. Working with Dan might give him an opportunity to settle issues between him, and MC being on the top floor was definitely  the safest location for her.

“Who has the pistol?” Cleo asked, crossing her arms.

“I will keep it, I am the only one who knows how to use one of these.” Dan said in matter-of-factly tone.

“Speak for yourself,” Jake muttered underneath his breath.

Cleo still looked annoyed, but didn’t argue with Dan’s decision. “Okay, we better all get to our positions then.”

“Keep your phones on hand so we can communicate with each other.” Jake ordered, “And once everyone is in their prescribed location, shut off all the lights.”

“Okay,” Lilly nodded as she followed Cleo down the stairs, Thomas behind her.

“You better be careful,” Jessy pointed her finger at Dan. “Don’t try to play a hero.”

“I don't have to play a hero when I already am one,” Dan winked as she rolled her eyes.

MC stared hesitantly at the hacker, her eyes meeting his electric blue ones. “Promise me you’ll be okay,” she whispered.

“I promise, I won’t let anything separate us, MC.” Jake rubbed his thumb across the top of her right hand knuckles, and then he let it go. “Better get upstairs now, Jessica is waiting for you.”

Jessy rolled her eyes at Jake insisting on using her formal name, then the two girls headed up to the attic.

The two men stared at each other, both remaining silent until Dan spoke. “I still don’t trust you.”

“I know.”

“And I definitely don't like you.”

“I noticed.”

“But I can tell MC means a lot to you, and as much as it disgusts  me, I know she feels the same. And since I am actually a really generous guy, I am willing to lay my prejudices aside.”

“Thank you.”

“And no, you can not have the gun.”

“How did you know I was going to ask for it?” Jake was taken aback.

“Lucky guess, but you proved it right. If I somehow get injured, then you may take it, but until then it’s staying by my side.” Dan smirked as he patted the gun.

“Fair enough.”

“I’m glad we got that sorted, Jake.” Dan finally called the man by name.

“So am I, Dan.” The hacker returned the small courtesy.

“And so now we wait.”

“Yes.” Jake looked out the picturesque window, sweat forming in the palms of his hands. He had a bad feeling about this, one that was impossible to shake off.

“I’m scared, MC.” Jessy confessed as the two girls sat on the edge of the bed, looking out into the darkness below. “Does that make me weak?”

“No,” MC whispered softly. “It’s okay to be scared. I’m scared too, scared that something is going to happen to you all and I can’t prevent it.”

“I see something,” Jessy suddenly shouted, standing to her feet. “A light.”

“Where?” MC quickly joined her side, peering out into the blackness.

“There!” Jessy’s finger hit the glass as a light in the distance flashed. “And again!”

“I see it too,” MC’s breath grew shallow. “I’m going to text the others.”

MC: He’s here

Dan: Showtime. Is everyone in their places?

Thomas: Yes

Cleo: Lilly and I are in the designated bedroom assigned to us

Dan: Good, keep your eyes peeled.

MC shoved her phone into her back pocket, watching the light of what looked to be a lantern grew closer. “He’s walking towards us.”

“I’m so scared, MC.” Jessy quivered.

“I’m with you, Jessy.” MC held the girl’s hands, “I won’t let anything happen to you, I promise.”

Jessy hugged her tightly, their eyes never leaving the light which took on the illusion of floating. Then suddenly a small gasp escaped the redhead’s lips, “I can see him.”

“He’s challenging us,” MC said in a solemn voice as she took in the scene before them.

The MWAF stared up at the cabin, a lantern in his hand. The flame illuminated his masked face, a dark hoodie broadcasting his tall and what looked like a well-built form.

This can’t be Michael, it’s impossible. He looks too able still, too strong, it can’t be Michael. Michael’s dead. Thoughts dashed inside MC’s head as she watched the kidnapper tilt his head menacingly at the house, knowing that he was indeed seen. But if he wasn’t Michael, who was he?

Suddenly the light went out, causing Jessy to let out a small scream. “I can’t see him!”

“I can’t either,” MC said in a worried tone as she pulled out her phone.

MC: The lantern went out, I think he’s approaching the cabin

Dan: Keep your eyes and ears peeled, we can do this

A few minutes passed and then suddenly Thomas came online.

Thomas: I see him! He’s on the bottom deck

Cleo: I see him too!

MC: What is he doing?

Thomas: I can’t tell, but I’m going to go out there. I can catch him by surprise

Dan: Dude no

MC’s heart raced as Thomas went offline, this wasn’t good.

Cleo: I am going to try to help

Cleo then went offline, adding to MC’s fear. What were they doing? This was suicide! Why had she encouraged them to stay in the cabin?

Lilly: I have to help them

Dan: Crap

As the last two went offline, Jessy and MC grasped each other's hands tightly. “Why hasn’t Jake replied?”

“Because Dan is probably telling him what’s happening,” MC answered. “Jake is going to try to help them, I know he is.”

“Why can’t we hear anything?” Jessy panicked at the sheer silence.

“Jessy, we have to go to them.” MC looked at her.

“I’m scared.”

“I’m with you, Jessy. I won’t let anything happen to you, I promised you that.” MC said, “Please. I can’t do this without you.”

“One for all?”

“And all for one,” MC managed to smile.

The two girls gingerly made their way down the steps, MC in the lead, her flashlight illuminating the dark cabin. Not a sound could be heard except for the creaking of the floor underneath their feet, and the blowing of the curtain drapes from the open balcony doors.

“Dan?” Jessy whispered fearfully as she turned on her own flashlight. After getting no response, she shone her light on the stairs leading to the bottom floor.

Some sound captured the girls’ ears and both simultaneously casted their beams upon the MWAF.

A cry escaped Jessy’s lips as she fell backwards onto the floor, legs rapidly pushing her away from the masked man as he walked towards. “No, no, please.”

“Michael, stop.” MC spoke.

“MC?” The man’s voice was heard loud and clear, somehow familiar. “You’re in Duskwood.”

“Yes.” MC stepped in front of the redhead, shielding her from the man. “It’s me you want, not her, not the others. I’m the one you want to hurt, let the others go.”

“I have a reason for everything,” the man insisted as his voice held a tinge of remorse.

“I know,” MC bravely closed the gap between them. “But this is not the right way, you know that.”

Without warning the MWAF suddenly grabbed MC, yanking her around so her back was against his chest, his right arm pressing against her throat. “Don’t shoot.”

“Let her go,” Dan was suddenly seen in the moonlight that started to flood inside the room, both hands holding the pistol.

“Dan, you don’t want to-” the man started to say.

A gunshot rang out, the bullet whizzing through the air. Both MC and the kidnapper fell to the floor with a loud thud.

“What did you frickin do?!” Jake’s voice filled the room. “MC!” The hacker ran towards her and knelt by her side.

“Dan?” Jessy cried as realization took over.

“My finger slipped, I didn’t mean to pull the trigger. Oh god, is she okay?” Dan’s voice rose as panic took over, quickly wheeling himself over to where MC lay.

A steady stream of blood was pooling in the upper abdomen of MC’s shirt, her gasps filling the air mingling aside with the kidnapper’s groans. 

“The bullet went through her abdomen, hitting him as well in his lower stomach.” Jake’s voice was loud and strained. 

MC’s hand grasped Jake’s wrist as she tried to form words, “J-j-jake. Help Rich-ch-y.”

The hacker’s face fell as he realized her words, ripping the mask off the man.

“Richy,” Jessy’s voice was nearly inaudible. “No, it can’t be.”

“What happened?!” Cleo shouted as she ran up the stairs, the other two behind her. “We heard the gunshot, we were so worried that-”

“Oh no,” Lilly’s hands covered her mouth as she took in the scene.

“Richy?” Thomas almost stumbled, “You’re the-”

“I’m s-sorry,” the blonde’s voice was racked with pain. “It wasn’t suppo-o-sed to go this f-f-far.”

“You kidnapped Hannah,” Thomas said, shocked.

“She’s in the Grimstone M-m-mine, there’s a red s-scarlet rope that leads t-t-the way.” Richy gasped out. “I’m so s-s-sorry.”

MC’s hand found the mechanic’s as she weakly gave it a squeeze, “It’s okay, Richy. I f-f-forgive you.”

“Someone call the police!” Jake demanded as his attention returned back to MC, Lilly taking the initiative. “MC, please. This isn’t the end, remember? We haven’t had a future together yet, we haven’t even kissed yet. I can’t lose you yet, MC, please.”

“Shhh,” tears streamed down MC’s cheeks as pain shot up her stomach, causing her to cry out.

“Richy?” Jessy sobbed as the blue eyes she knew so well went dim moments later, his breath stopping.

Cleo hugged the girl, struggling to be strong for her. “His eyes.”

The hacker could barely see through his own tears but he managed to brush his fingers over the deceased mechanic’s eyelids, closing them. “He’s dead.”

“J-j-jake?”

“I’m here, MC. I’m always here.” Jake brought his hand to her face, brushing away the tears.

“I love you,” her voice somehow sounded stronger, the stutter fading. “Don’t ever forget that.”

“I love you too,” Jake wept as he pressed his lips to hers for the very first time. When  he pulled away, she was gone, the life had left her. Her eyes were closed, her fingers no longer grasping his. The girl he had fallen in love with had just slipped through his fingers. She was dead, his world was once again yanked from underneath his feet. She. Was. Gone.

“The police are on their way,” Lilly said as sobs climbed up her throat.

“I’m sorry, Jake. I’m so sorry,” Dan pinched the bridge of his nose, tears falling from his eyes.

“Find Hannah and I’ll forgive you,” the hacker forced himself to his feet. “I must go, I can’t be found here, not anymore. Find Hannah, tell her the truth.”

“Jake-”

The man was no longer listening as he took the steps two at a time, after cramming his computer and gear back into his backpack, he took one last look at the nightstand. MC’s necklace that had always hung around her neck since she was thirteen laid upon the stand, the night before she had gifted it to him as a token of her love. Underneath it was a polaroid picture of the two of them together, noses touching in what she called an eskimo kiss. More tears fell from Jake’s eyes as he placed the necklace in his pant pocket, stashing the photo in his closed computer. He wouldn’t ever forget her, she was the best thing that had ever happened to him, nothing would ever be the same anymore. Was it really worth living, worth living knowing she had died? He had to, because he owed it to MC, that is what she would have wanted. Bitterness and sorrow stole into the hacker’s heart as he disappeared into the shadow of the night, backpack upon his shoulders, MC was dead, and so was he.

Hey lovelies! ;) I'm sorry this one is so sad and angsty, but I feel like we really needed this. I hope despite the sadness, you can comment and like this oneshot. I love to hear from all of you, thank you! Love you. :) :(

[giu-world]

Jessy: Everybody has their obsessions. I'm fascinated with books, ancient legends and trouble, Cleo loves kitchen and cooking, Richy loves set on fire things like mines and Jake loves MC.

Thomas: But does he love MC as much as Cleo loves cooking?

Jessy: I found that Jake watches MC while she sleeps.

Jake:

MC:

Jake: We have agreed to never mention this again.

[incorrectnessduskwood]

Jessy: If I fall… Lilly: I’ll be there to catch you. MC: *looks at Jake* What if I fall? Jake: Then I’ll fall with you, never leaving your side. Thomas: *watches these two interactions* Thomas, to Dan: And if I fall? Dan: I’ll be the one who pushed you.

[slytherinlizzy]

Duskwood Incorrect Quotes pt.14

The group when someone asks 'Can I copy your homework?':

Cleo: I can help you with it!

Jessy: Yeah, sure.

Dan: Bold of you to assume I did the homework.

Phil: Lol nope.

Thomas: Wait, we had homework?!?!?!

Jake: *Read 5:55pm*

[twxddle]

*Mc outside with Jake*

Mc: Awwwe

Jake: What?

Mc: Look at them *pointing at Thomas handing flowers and chocolate to Hannah*

Mc: So sweet.

Jake:

Mc: I kind of wish you would do that..

Jake: Okay I will I promise!

*The next day, Mc goes to the groceriestore and walks past Hannah's house when all of the sudden..*

Mc: What the-

*Jake handing flowers and chocolate to Hannah*

Hannah: What are you doing?

Jake: Mc told me to do this?

Hannah: What?

[kimberly-campbell]

Duskwood characters in a Vampire AU:

//This has no connection to original game plot. Imagine if vampires started to appear in Duskwood. Here Hannah and Lilly are still sisters, Hannah and Thomas are a couple, Jessy works at Richy's, MC works with Jake, Cleo, Lilly and Dan know each other, but there's no group of friends like it was in a game. Vampires here can't be killed by sunlight, but under the rays of sun they can be killed like a normal human. That's how I see Duskwood characters in this situation.//

Richy: vampire. One of the first vampires in Duskwood. Was conversed against his will. Hates his whole existence, thinks that it would be better if vampire who bit him just drank his blood and left him die. Feels incredibly guilty for what he's done to Jessy. Tries to do everything for her because of guilt and also because he always had feelings for her. Didn't know that vampires can also drink animal blood before Jessy told him. Now he only drinks animal blood because he doesn't want both himself and Jessy to hate him even more.

Lilly: human, professional vampire hunter. Literally a modern Van Hellsing, one of the best vampire hunters in the whole Duskwood. Has serious inner conflict because of helping her vampire sister to hide. Thinks that she might have to kill her if she starts drinking human blood because she'll become a threat to society. She is incredibly scared of that thought and hopes that it never happens but realizes that it's more than possible.

Hannah: vampire. Turned into a vampire by the same person that did it to Richy and, also like Richy, against her will. At first tried not to drink blood at all because she was a vegetarian before her conversion, but after the blood thirst almost made her kill a human (Lilly stopped her at the last moment) she started to drink animal blood. However, stopping herself from drinking human blood gets harder and harder.

Thomas: human. Helps Hannah hiding as well as Lilly. Sometimes hunts animals for her. Unlike Lilly, he doesn't care about the society and moral side of Hannah's being a vampire. Thinks about turning into a vampire to be with Hannah forever. The only thing that stops him at the moment is that he will be less able to help Hannah.

Jessy: vampire. Her conversion was accidental. She was working late, it was about midnight, she didn't know that Richy was a vampire (it was a beginning of vampire epidemic and Richy hid himself quite well). He suddenly had blood thirst and attacked Jessy. After he drank some blood, his mind cleared and he realized what he's done. He thought that the only way to save her was to turn her into a vampire. She almost killed Richy after she woke up. Drinks animal blood since the very beginning. Lives with Richy most of the time since he converted her - at first because it was better for her as she was new to the vampire world; then she realized that it's too hard for her to be completely alone all the time, and not only that. She has very controversial feelings for Richy - on the one hand, she still holds a grudge on him for turning her into a vampire and depriving her of normal life; on the other hand, she had feelings for Richy for years (but she didn't understand it for a long time) and they were never gone, even after what he's done.

Cleo: human, amateur vampire hunter. Unlike Lilly, she doesn't have a proper strategy, she just throws holy water at all vampires that accidentally reveal themselves. Lilly once said that now she only has to kill vampires with IQ > 100 because 'all the dumb ones died under Cleo's holy water shower'.

Jake: human. A talented young scientist who tries to make a medicine that will reverse vampire conversion. He has to do it secretly because vampires would kill him if they knew. Only the vampire hunters and MC know about his experiments. He has an agreement with hunters community - they sometimes deliver neutralized and stunned vampires to his basement where he performes his experiments. Has a relationship with MC. He loves her a lot and feels scared every time she enters the experimental basement with him - he is afraid that something might get out of hand, but he knows there's no way to change her mind. However, he made her swear that she won't ever go there without him, and she keeps her promise. Successfully hides from vampires due to his strategy. Was mistaken for a vampire a couple times because of his lifestyle.

MC: human. Was Jake's laboratory assistant in the university before vampires appeared, now she helps him with his experiments on vampires. Their relationship started in the university, now they live together. She will fight for Jake until her last breath, and so will Jake. Also very smart and talented. Killed some vampires that they lost control over (agressively poured holy water on them, threw garlic and poked with crucifix; that worked, but after that incident Jake just bought them a gun and silver bullets).

Dan: human, professional vampire hunter. Lilly's eyeroll reason #1. Became a hunter because he wants to protect his loved ones and the whole Duskwood (and also a little bit because he wants to be a hero). Really good at hunting vampires except that he is quite careless ('I'm not gonna hide, I'll stand like a man and fight! Vampires hide? Then they're cowards. I'm not'). He was almost killed several times because of his carelessness. Lilly and other hunters often call him 'Mr. Bravery and Stupidity'. Sometimes he offers Lilly a competition (who kills more vampires in a hunt wins), Lilly rolls her eyes and says he should be more serious, but always agrees in the end (she secretly enjoys it). Slowly develops feelings for Lilly.

[duskwood-dreamer]

Love this 😂

*not mine found on Pinterest*

[cosmiclights]