Y/N NO!!! DON’T LET THEM GET YOU!! THEY’RE GONNA TURN YOU INTO A BOAT!!! Y/N!!! Y/N NOOOOO
Anon, I deeply apologize for the long delay to answer. Hopefully this will make up loss time.
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*bangs on invisible window* Y/N! LOOK BEHIND YOU- NOOOOO!
(The bite of 1920s, colorised)
Definitely we don’t see the future… yeah, not the future from now on lol
(Incoming long story)
A long, agonizingly, piercing sound of a scream was heard amongst the chaos, which made the vicinity of the port silent as the grave. Two needle-like objects punctured through the skin and into the muscles of your right arm, the pain is sudden and getting worse as something coursed in your veins.
You tried to move your left arm, but you quickly realized your left was pinned down, by another arm. In fact, your entire body is pinned down, by another person you never seen before.
Through your tear-riddled stinging eyes, you can make out the shape of the person, and by judging the angle, it seem they were leaning towards you... and... and they were biting you!
You feebly shook to get the person off, but apparently it made them bit harder than before, you winced and loudly whimpered in pain as they shifted their weight before settling down.
They felt heavy, but they look taller yet a bit thin. Your vision started to clear up and you saw the person a bit better.
At first you weren't sure of who you were seeing, but the sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach intensified the longer you stare.
The person appears to be a teen boy, had blackish hair, tan skin with rosy cheeks, and had dark brown eyes. He wore the same black-white work overalls like you, had a navy blue cap encrusted with an eagle.
You instantly grew uncomfortable at this stranger, mainly on his estranged behavior as those brown eyes and face bore a wild expression that screams unhinged.
Through the confusion and uncertainty, a small twinge of curiosity tugged your brain.
‘Why did this person reminds me of someone I know?’ your mind now speaks of itself ‘They awfully look familiar, mainly the cap just like Ten Cents- wait, Ten Cents!
You glanced at the tug’s face, only for your blood turned cold when you saw that there is no face… only a wheelhouse with windows.
Fear gripped its icy clawed grasp as your throat begin to close and the bile builds up, and the pain from your arm resurges as the stranger begins to speak.
Through their muffled mouth, the voice is undeniably Ten Cents’.
“Thought you could escape, Y/N?” He spoke sickly sweet as his grin grew larger than before.
Your stomach lurched as the voices of the fleet grew louder… your sight fleeting into darkness… as your consciousness is fleeting too…
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Here, have upclose cupcake as compensation. ^^
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