#tw: victim blaming

[chaoticace2005]

The list of regrets I totally have and am not just writing because Charlie is making me, Vagina Vaggie is glaring at me, and I want the free rent:

By Angel Dust, 3 time X-X-X award winner.

(Warning, there is some victim blaming in this. The abuse Angel faces from Val is not his fault, but given that I’m writing this from his perspective I figured it would be something he’d add.)

1. Writing this list

2. Verbally complaining about writing this list cause now Vagina wants to stab me.

3. Only taking half my usual hit before starting today.

4. Complaining about not being high enough.

5. Not hiding my drugs better

6. Not having more stashes of drugs

7. Calling TV superior to radio.

8. Not killing that snake before he had a chance to go to the hotel.

9. Not “trying hard enough” at this shitty hotel.

10. Being too close to roof so the CRAZY BITCH COULD THROW ME OFF OF IT.

11. Walking up the stairs with Pentious only to have to go IMMEDIATELY BACK DOWN.

12. Signing my deal with fucking Valentino. Seriously I’m a fucking idiot.

13. Even suggesting the idea that Charlie should come to the studio. She’s just going to get hurt.

14. Mouthing off to Val.

15. Not getting Charlie out of the hotel sooner

16. Being such a pathetic, dick sucking ho who isn’t good at anything beyond sex.

17. Not being able to take all of this.

18. Not acting well enough cause some this bitchass cat is seeing through me.

19. Ever offering that bitchass cat my services.

20. Pushing Husk’s boundaries

21. Not being my true self.

22. Acting for so long I don’t even really know who my true self is

23. Being a dick to Charlie

24. Being a dick to Husk

25. Being a dick to everyone

26. Putting my dick in a vacuum cleaner.

27. Calling Smiles a creepy dommy daddy.

28. Letting Niffty know about some of my more kinky films. She’s getting ideas…

29. Trying to play poker with Husk (and not even strip poker!)

30. Testing if my venom works on myself (it doesn’t and now I have pink bite marks)

31. Leaving what I used to clean my bites out because somehow Alastor found them and is now TEMPORARILY PARALYZED AND I DONT WANT HIM TO KILL ME WHEN HE CAN MOVE AGAIN.

32. Not answering Val’s texts.

33. Wearing boots. Seriously these things hurt sometimes.

34. Having ugly feet so I can’t NOT wear boots.

35. Tracking mud into the hotel

36. Mentioning sex around the Egg Bois because now I have to explain what it is.

37. Describing sex as something their boss “has never had,” it got back to Pentious and I’m scared.

38. Mentioning “Vox” anywhere in Alastor’s vicinity.

39. Agreeing to play Monopoly with Niffty. In general Monopoly sucks but Niffty likes to get knives involved?!?!

40. Getting addicted to drugs.

41. Getting caught in that alleyway by my BITCHASS brother.

42. Not trying harder for Molly.

43. Not saying goodbye.

44. Fucking overdosing.

45. Doing literally fucking nothing with my life and nothing with my death.

46. Taking the easy was out and doing whatever pops told me to

47. Yelling “FUCK” loudly in church that one time

48. Not teaching these people at the hotel how to FUCKING MAKE SPAGHETTI RIGHT?!

49. Getting high with Cherri.

50. Telling Val to “fuck off”

51. Flirting with that one cannibal guy because now they all seem to want to EAT ME (and not in the sexy way)

52. Leaving those pot brownies out. High cannibals, Egg Boiz, and Nifftys are terrifying.

53. Letting myself be named “Angel” because this makes shit too damn confusing plus I think Niffty wants to KILL ME?!

54. Not spending more time with these losers

55. Not opening myself up to Husk sooner.

56. Being too much of a coward to tell him how I feel.

57. Mentioning Pent has two dicks to Cherri cause she won’t stop asking about it.

58. Not doing enough to save Pentious.

59. Not telling him how much he means to me.

60. Trying to lift way more than I should have. Apparently six arms doesn’t mean I’m super strong.

61. Calling Niss a short motherfucker who nobody likes. I’m sorry, I’ll be better (and call him something even worse next time.)

62. Still being too much of a coward to tell Husk how I feel.

63. Flirting with Husk in Italian when he UNDERSTOOD ME THIS WHOLE DAMN TIME?!

64. Getting a room on the same side of the building as Alastor’s because he keeps laughing at 3 in the morning???

65. Kissing Husk in public. Val is mad.

66. Trying to even have a boyfriend with Val around. It’s stupid.

67. Calling yourself stupid for wanting to have a boyfriend.

68. Giving my boyfriend access to this list.

69. No regrets. Only 69. :D (Jesus Christ you’re a child.)

[elairu]

[3-2-whump]

Whump Quote

Or, micro-dosing whump when I’d rather be at home writing than at work

TW/CW: rape/noncon, nsfw, minor whump implied, intimate whumper, victim blaming (?) (by victim)

“It wasn’t all bad, you know. Before I grew up and became so handsome that he couldn’t control himself, Master was really nice to me.”

“There is so much wrong with what you just said.”

[princessfroslass]

So, of all times to show Angel's abuse during this song it's Lute's part......

She was ready to drop the "should have kept his legs closed" wasn't she.

[gh-0-stcup]

Wow. Tumblr just recommended me the world's most god awful victim blaming Spuffy post.

Now, I am personally of the opinion that Buffy was genuinely awful to Spike in season 6. I think she was verbally, physically, emotionally, and sexually abusive towards him. I also think her actions towards him contributed to the degradation of his mental stability and morals over the course of the season and the overall toxicity of their relationship.

But like. Spike was absolutely fucked. Maybe (with a very heavy emphasis on the maybe) he'd have been better had their relationship been a little more normal. But that's not Buffy's responsibility. It was up to Spike to not be a fucking psycho towards her, to realize the relationship wasn't what he wanted and it was destroying him, to back off and set some boundaries until she was stable enough to build something that was good for both of them.

Additionally, Spike without a soul is legit a monster. A monster with a few sprinkles sure, but still a monster. He wasn't capable of a normal level of empathy and compassion, he was driven by the impulse to possess and destroy. The chip greatly helped in modifying his behaviour but his mentality remained largely the same. Being good wasn't something that came naturally to him, which would always put him at odds with Buffy.

The things necessary to building a healthy relationship with a human, especially a traumatized human, just weren't really things Spike was capable of. His attempts to help Buffy largely failed because of this. He wasn't operating as a full, complete person and any relationship they attempted would likely not have been healthy simply due to this.

That's without adding in the many, many horrid things he did to her prior to season 6. Or to the women that came before Buffy. He was very much not a good person, that's the whole point of his arc. Realizing how deficient he is, taking responsibility for it, then fixing it.

And it certainly wasn't Buffy's fault that he tried to rape her jfc

[embretheworld]

HEHEEH

I POSTED IT! keep in mind this is before aventurine's character devolpment in the au so he's a pretty mean to march here.

[thebekashow]

I feel so bad for Beka :(

How come she never told anyone about what james did?

TRIGGER WARNING. SA MENTION and VICTIM BLAMING.

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Unfortunately, no one really helped her besides her inky demon father. She told her old mother, but she just threw it down and told her she was overexaggerating. So, Beka never told anyone

until they were caught. Ink told James to go fuck himself and die. James constantly kept returning, and finally, he left once Beka went to war.

She's been tossed down for her pleas every time, so she's grown this mindset of "its better if i keep it to myself."

[hydesjackiespuddinpop]

Unfriendly reminder that Frankie blamed Zoe for her OWN RAPE

[late-to-the-magnus-archives]

Y'all, this fic is gonna be... heavy

I've been gaslit? About multiple, terrible things? And I know just how it sends the brain and heart spinning.

So naturally, I have to do it to these characters.

This is the most self-indulgent thing I have ever written, and it feels like purging ghosts.

Having said all that, have a horrible snippet of gaslighting - the King in Yellow using an old, awful trick: having deeply hurt Jon, is working to make it seem like Jon's fault, and pretending to be kind.

Yeah, I've been through that.

It made me angry to write it, so now you all have to suffer, as well.

(Or don’t read it! For real, feel free to skip.)

TW: victim-blaming, psychological fuckery

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Like yesterday, the King leaves him alone while he gets his bearings - though Jon knows he’s being watched. 

Unlike yesterday, he has something better than a 1960s fantasy belly-dancer outfit to wear. It’s the same yellow, but it is like nothing so much as some Greek philosopher’s toga.

It will drape over his shoulders, showing his neck, the top of his chest, his arms; but it falls below that almost to his feet, granting coverage, and moves with every step in a genuinely beautiful, flowing way.

It’s a magnificent thing. Light, almost delicate, but opaque.

Though he still thinks the yellow is awful, Jon has to admit that with his hair and beard, this really makes him look like… something.

Prophet is what comes to mind.

Jon sighs. “Brilliantly done,” he mutters. “Giving me garbage first to make me grateful for anything.”

Well. It worked. He’s absurdly happy to be covered up, however bizarrely.

Jon sighs again. Apparently, understanding the techniques being worked on him doesn’t grant immunity to them.

He wipes his eyes again. Inevitability feels… very bad.

He checks the drawers again, just to see, and finds one other thing left for him: 

A pair of socks.

“Oh, very funny,” he mutters, disgruntled because it is sort of funny.

And he’s out, wearing philosopher robes and fuzzy socks, back into the curving hallway, back onto that impossible, misty path, and walking back toward the throne room.

Hastur is waiting for him.

The King stands before that open wall, looking out over the choppy gray sea - today topped with white froth, iron-dark under the dual suns.

The sound is beautiful. That hushed whisper, forward and back, the perfect, rhythmic susurrus of tide on rocky shore.

Jon decides he will not speak first today.  So he waits, arms crossed.

“It occurs to me, Jon, that I was unintentionally cruel to you yesterday,” says the King.

That earns a scoff more magnificent than any Jon has done in a while.

Hastur acknowledges it with a wave of several tentacles. “I told you a generally unknown truth about myself - but I did not elaborate, and left you to wonder. I know you, Jon. An unanswered question is torture. And, as I promised, I will not torture you any more.”

“Stop saying that,” says Jon.

Hastur turns to face him as if mildly surprised, possibly concerned, and it is ridiculous that a being cloaked and wearing a mask should be so expressive. “Jon… I only hurt you because I thought you wanted me to hurt you.”

“Wh-what?” Jon takes a step back.

“You expected it to such a level that you were anticipating it,” says the King, absolutely serious. “You demanded it of me. Rejected all other options before they had been discussed. I tried to give you what you wanted, but it seems I misunderstood.”

Gaslighting, Jon thinks, panicked, because maybe it is and maybe it isn’t, and maybe he does want a return to the pain - not because he likes pain but because it’s easier to reject, easier to stand up to, easier to throw away wholesale.

Had he done that? Had he communicated that? Was it somehow on him that - 

No, he stops himself, and swallows hard, trying not to feel like this could be true.

Hastur has mercy by changing the subject. “Would you like to know why I know about love, Jon?”

Fuck.

Of course Jon does.

Of course he yearns for it, literally salivates.

Of course he has to keep from demanding it, using his regrown powers to force it out of this god.

Jon takes a moment to be very afraid of himself.

“Come.” And as so many times before, Hastur offers his huge, dark hand.

It’s slow-acting poison.

Jon suddenly becomes very afraid of something new: what if Hastur really isn’t going back to the torture?

What if it’s this, instead, being reasonable and kind, feeding the Eye, giving him exactly what he needs, and even what he asks for?

Jon has resisted fear, terror, torment. He has fought off cruelty and terrible things.

He doesn’t know what to do with kindness, however falsely meant.

He swallows hard. I’m fucked, he thinks, because five minutes of conversation have already sent him into a tailspin.

“Take my hand, Jon,” says Hastur, gently. “It will be an easier journey if you do.”

“Journey to where?”

“My lost city.”

You’ve got to be kidding, because… really? A lost city? How could that possibly appeal to him more? “What if I say no?” Jon demands.

“Then your question goes unanswered.”

He has to know. It’s the one thing that makes sense inside, like iron filings all lining up under a magnet. “You swear you’ll answer that question. What you know about love. Why.”

“I swear.”

He has to know. “If you lie to me in this, Hastur…”

“I am well aware you already have no reason to trust me,” says the god. “Consider this the beginning of my attempts to rectify that.”

Damn this creature.

The King waits, hand out.

Jon no longer knows if it would be taking more poison in or not. His radar is broken. Unreliable. 

The only thing he knows is he won’t call the Entities - and that he needs to know this.

Gingerly, he reaches, and closes his hand around one of the King’s ridiculously large fingers.

[buddiebeginz]

tw//someone making fun of child abuse and an abuse victim read this post with caution

Normally I hide usernames because I’m not trying to harass anyone or get them sent hate but this kind of post is outer fucking limits. Not to mention they posted it directly in our tag so whatever.

Don’t send them hate though they’re not worth your time. Just block them please.

[thingstrumperssay]

Rape is so casual to republicans, of course they’re not going to think about that when they’re going to take people’s rights to their own bodies away.

Speaking of rape kits, why the fuck aren’t they free? Why should the victim have to pay?

Edit: This one’s new.

[elektra-world]

STARPUNCH DEEP DIVE PART 1

Trigger Warnings: blackmail, abuse (physical, verbal, emotional, sa), victim-blaming, sponsors, drugs and alcohol, gaslighting, stalking. It's really dark and nasty stuff so don't read below if you're sensitive to these things. It's kind of long so...yeah. Love you all please stay safe, happy, and healthy. 💞

There was a lot going on behind the scenes of the entertainment company that many fans did not know. Heck, even their own artists and some of their own staff were completely unaware of the happenings behind the scenes. A select small few worked very hard to cover these things up which is why much of it has been tucked away in a dark, slimy corner for all these years.

All of it began in 2012 after the untimely death of Starpunches co-founder, Ho Sangook, who had been ill for quite some time. He was a good man with a good heart and would be absolutely disgusted at what became of what he had considered his pride and joy. Upon realizing what little time he had left, the company was then passed down to his son and only child - the current CEO, Ho Beomseok, with Sangooks niece and former idol Kang Yuri being promoted to the chief operating officer, which was one step below CEO.

The cousins had their differences both in personality and work ethic: Mr. Ho had a lot to prove and was very strict and power-hungry. His cousin Ms. Kang was very organized, thoughtful, and considerate. She had also been close to her Uncle, given that her own father had abandoned her family when she was very young. She shared a lot in common with him regarding how to run things and both had always made it a priority to look out for their staff and clients.

Unfortunately, it was not enough to land her the CEO position. Senior Ho respected ranks and was optimistic about letting his only child take over the family business, working hard to train him over the years and confident he would respect his wishes upon his passing.

That did not happen.

At first, things were not TOO bad for the aspiring idols and staff. Of course, as the company grew and their first-ever group QVENTURE became one of the most popular idol groups in KPOP, things began to change over time.

It was "harmless" at first (typical things you'd find in a lot of entertainment companies) with no dating, dieting restrictions, and bi-weekly weigh-ins.

As the company grew, things became a bit more strict. Schedules were heavily enforced and if trainees were late or did not perform well, they were often made to practice even longer and if they weren't seen as "special", often times they were left to walk back to the dorms late by themselves.

When a trainee began to show promise, that is when things got darker. CEO Ho wanted as much control over them as he could get so he began monitoring them more and "extracting" information from them (getting them to open up and talk too much, their eagerness often leading to them revealing something personal) that he could use to extort and blackmail if need be.

Things started to become physical and verbal once QVENTURES scandals began to rock the boat and there were plans to debut another group was beginning to take shape. When the group ended up going on hiatus, things got really rocky.

DIVIN3 was slowly being formed and the girls were immediately overworked to the bones. Often passing out due to exhaustion. They rarely ever slept between schooling (for the then younger members), their schedules, and extra classes (language, performance, variety).

DIVIN3's original manager had been there with them since their trainee days and was very close and viewed the girls as his daughters and took good care of them. Sadly, he was blackmailed into leaving and the girls were told he had to go back home to care for his sick mother. Even to this day, they don't know the true details.

The company had begun to struggle a bit due to QVENTURE being inactive and their other clients either not resigning their contracts or needing to go on hiatus. CEO Ho became very irate realizing he didn’t have control over everybody and it was becoming an issue.

The company, in general, started to suffer financially so they turned to some...rather dark and disgusting means of gaining financial stability. That included sponsors that trainees and artists were forced to "entertain". Sometimes in "harmless" ways such as karaoke nights, drinking, and dinner dates before it turned much more sinister the more influential the sponsors became.

The trainee dorms had been fit with cameras in the main rooms (kitchen, living room, entrance) where the trainees were monitored often. 

Manager Park often drove recklessly with the girls in the vehicle. He even caused a minor fender-bender but the company managed to cover it up. He was often spotted berating and threatening to slap trainees in the hallways despite not being in charge of them. He was also on twitter under an antonymous account leaking company information and trash talking the girls. He was very explosive and impatient and you can look back on the groups old vlogs and see how uncomfortable they are around him.

In part 2, we will get a much deeper look into some of what specific artists and trainees had to deal with. It gets pretty wild and nasty.

[junibugs]

mb if you stopped sleeping with random men because of your so called open relationship then things like that wouldn’t happen lmfaooooo wanting to get so many dicks then crying about sexual assaults aaaaaw

DAWG

[ceruleanmusings]

formidable: rip her to shreds

This idea kept floating around my head ever since you made a comment about Mickey fighting anyone that would come between her and Squid if CGL went co-ed so I had to get it out before it drove me insane. This is all your fault @theblerdbox​.

For someone bestowed with the nickname Mouse, Mickey sure had a knack for talking herself into trouble. Her jaw snapped shut, a swift blow to her hope and dream that she actually hadn’t said anything. She shrunk back beneath the hard, piercing glare coming from across the tent which was quickly accompanied by the baring of teeth. Viper certainly lived up to her name.

“What’d you say?” Viper asked.

Mickey’s fingers stilled in Giggles’ mane of corkscrew hair. Giggles sat stock still, hands clasped over her mouth lest her nervous habit get her within Viper’s crosshair too. “I, um, I didn’t— ”

“No, please, by all means, speak up.” Viper crossed her arms, her fingers nestling in the perfect indents between her rounded delts and triceps. “Share with the class.” One sweep of her palm around the small tent brought the other girls into the storm clouds gathering between them.

It wasn’t the suppressing heat of the camp that made it difficult for Mickey to breathe but the heavy silence following Viper’s words. The thrum of a threat lingering behind made MIckey’s mind race for an escape plan. But with a name as apt as her bite, Viper would make sure she wouldn’t get out of this alive either way. “I don’t think you should treat them like that.” Mickey’s quiet words bounced off the mattress they were directed towards and, beneath her lashes, she saw they had little effect on Viper’s stance.

One thin eyebrow popped above Viper’s steely gaze. “So you’re an authority on the boys now, huh?”

“No, I didn’t say— ”

Viper held up her palm. “Exactly. Just ‘cause you were here first doesn’t mean you own them.”

Mickey sighed. This again? She never said to have any sort of claim on the guys of D-Tent but...she did like to think she knew them better than anyone else. And, yeah, they could do what they wanted, but that didn’t mean she didn’t worry about them. “I know I don’t. It’s just...they’re people too. It’s not really fair to them.”

“Who cares?”

“I do.”

Viper’s sneer slowly switched over to a patronizing smirk. No matter whose face it sat on, Mickey had seen enough of them to recognize it right away. Sighing quietly, she steeled herself for whatever poison she prepared to throw her way. “Oh, that’s sweet.” Viper’s eyes widened and her lips puckered and she took on a tone so saccharine it made Mickey’s head hurt. “The itty bitty mouse wants to protect the boys and their fragile feelings.”

“Look, it’s just not cool to treat people like that. They’re not toys.”

“You only care because it’s Squid. So, tell me, which part about it bugs you? That he keeps coming back to me? That he practically begs for it? That I have him at my beck and call. ...Or that it’s not you?”

Mickey’s eyes darkened, like the shadow of a cloud stalling over bright waters. “We’re just friends.”

Viper snorted. “So you say.”

Mickey threw her arms in the air and rubbed at her temple. “I’ve known him since I was five! Don’t you think if i wanted to be with him I’d be with him by now?”

“I think you’re upset because you know you can’t give him what I can.”

“No, I’m upset because Squid deserves someone who actually cares about him!” The shout came out of her like a gunshot, shattering the still air around them. Giggles gasped, Lolly’s jaw hung slack allowing them a look at the massive wad of gum molded to her lower set of teeth, and Domino’s eyes widened so much they could’ve popped out her head and rolled along the floor. Mickey cleared her throat and let out a slow breath and when she spoke again, her voice returned to its usual soft tone. “Look, he can do what he wants with whomever, it doesn’t matter to me. But his feelings should be taken into consideration.”

Viper rolled her eyes. “Oh please. He has no feelings.”

“You have him thinking that you’re going to be together after all this!” Mickey scrambled off the bed and got to her shaky feet, keeping her eyes pinned on Viper. “That you’ll...you’ll be with him and everything will be wrapped up in a little bow with a picket fence with, like, promise rings!”

“How’s that my problem?” Viper’s question was as dull and distracted as the look in her eye.

“For giving him false hope. Y’should at least be on the same page so y’know what you’re both getting out of it. It’s common decency.” She heard her accent slowly slipping back in, ratcheting up the more she spoke.

“It’s stupid. He knows what this is about. He’s not fragile and he’s not yours.”

God! This wasn’t about her! This was about him! Why did they always make it about her? “I never said he was.”

“And I’ll make extra sure you know that.” Viper stepped forward, tilting her head downwards to ensure the tip of her nose came close to Mickey’s. “He loves all the things I can do with my tongue, you know,” she continued, her voice dropping to a slow crawl. “He’s a little eager but he knows what he wants. Always trying to please me. It’s a little pathetic sometimes, really, but I always get my fill.” She turned away, her hair nearly whipping Mickey in the face. The heavy clomps of her boots on the wood beneath their feet matched the heavy thuds in Mickey’s heart. “It’s a fun ride, Mouse. At some point we all need to get off.” She chuckled, pleased with her own joke. Little pinpricks of pain throbbed in Mickey’s palms where her nails pressed crescent moons into the fleshy heel. “And that’s all this is.” Viper sat on the metal frame at the foot of Domino’s bed, crossing one ankle over the other. “In fact, I was thinking of taking Zig for a spin next. He seems like a wild time.”

“That’s not right,” Mickey said, slow, words dropping to a wavering whisper.

“So what?” Viper’s eyes rolled and her shoulders dropped as if the weariness of the conversation had an affect on her. “Squid’s nothing but a lowlife, pathetic, urchin. All men are. He won’t even notice when I put him back where he started. Trash knows where it belongs.”

The tears swimming in Mickey’s eyes turned everything hazy; it took the throbbing pain in her hand and the frenzied shrieking and rapid movement for her to realize why. Viper doubled over, holding her eye, Domino looked as if she didn’t know whether to leave or help, head swinging from the girls to the tent flaps, Lolly’s hands were pressed against her ears, eyes squeezed shut as she hummed, and Giggles fluttered by Mickey’s side, trying to take her rapidly reddening hand.

“What the fuck!?” Viper snapped upright, murder flashing like a neon sign in her eyes. Or eye. Because the other one was as red as Mickey’s hand and beginning to swell.

“Oh god, they make this look so easy in the movies!” Mickey groaned, cradling her hand. Was it supposed to hurt this much?

“So, the mouse has some bite, huh?” Viper got to her feet, shaking off Domino’s attempts at holding her back, A large grin slowly split her lips. “Well then, eat this!”

Mickey’s head snapped backwards, taking the blow where Viper’s fist connected with her face. More tears sprang to her eyes, pouring down her cheeks, mimicking the trail of blood seeping out her nose. The sharp metallic splashed on her tongue and mixed with the saliva pooling in her cupped hands.

“You can have him when I’m done, you know,” Viper said between haggard breaths. She drew up some air and spit. The saliva and mucous mixture landed with a wet splat on the ground. “I hear that’s where you’re comfortable, on your back with your legs spread with an open invitation. Just don’t cry rape afterwards if he doesn’t satisfy you, okay?”

Mickey lowered her trembling, pale, blood dotted hands. Her chin went with it, big puffs of air ejected with forceful blows between her lips. Her hand and nose throbbed, her chest ached under the onslaught of her heart ramming against her ribs, and she wanted to experience the satisfying elation of having pulled Viper’s head off.

So she tucked her chin, charged into Viper, and tackled her out of the tent.

[tharrb]

Of lions and newts-chapter 2

https://archiveofourown.org/works/40325208/chapters/103201014

@eeveearoace @yourpersonaltimebomb

Jeri found herself in a familiar place; Crimson red, and pulsating. “Just a nightmare” jeri told herself, as she had countless times before. The kernal of the d-reaper was a familiar place. Even after she had escaped, her dreams insisted on dragging her back there.

Only this time some thing was different, the she couldn’t see the glass like barrier of the kernal. She must be, jeri reasoned, on the outside. But if that were the case… jeri turned and saw the kernal, a translucent sheer which had held her prisoner for weeks on end.

But unlike the other times she had this dream, it wasn’t her who was inside it. To her horror, she recognized who was.

“Marcy!?”

Her new friend was in side the kernal, curled up in a fetal position. Jeri banged on the kernals exterior, but Marcy remained unresponsive. “It is futile, subject jeri katou.” The d-reaper said. It spoke in Jeri’s own voice, but devoid of feeling. “You have rejected us, but we have found a new source of energy.”

“Please, let her go! Take me back, I’m the one you wanted!” Jeri pleaded to the hostile program. But her words would fall on deaf, non existent ears. “Now that we have subject Marcy Wu, we no longer need you.”

Red tendrils appeared and trapped jeri, intent on pulling her back. As much as jeri tried to fight back, to resist and break Marcy out, it was to no avail. The tendrils dragged her into the d-reapers red mass, as she began to drown in an ocean of crimson.

Jeri woke up screaming. It took her a few moments to remind herself that it was just a dream and nothing else. She was fine. Marcy was fine. The world would never have to suffer from that thing ever again.

The next day she met with Marcy while walking to class. Marcy had massive bags under her eyes. “You sure you got enough sleep last night?” Jeri said. “Sleep is irrelevant.” Marcy replied. “My parents have been up my ass about this test, and had to spend all last night studying.” Jeri chuckled “just make sure you don’t fall asleep during the test.” Said Jeri.

The pair took a detour to towards the restroom. As Jeri washed her hands, Marcy looked at her self in the mirror with such disgust. “Ah Marcy, you cheap whore!” Marcy said to herself. Jeri always hated whenever her friend said something like that about herself. Jeri quickly thought of something to distract her.

“Hey Marcy” Jeri chimed “you’re pretty good at algebra, right?” “Yeah” “well maybe, i thought you could help me with it. I mean, I do need to pull my grade up-“

“No!”

Jeri was taken aback. “Well if you don’t want to that’s fine.” Jeri reached for Marcy, only for her friend to recoil. “This…this is what you wanted from the start.” “Huh? Marcy what are talking about?” “You wanted to get close to me so you could boost your own grade, then dump me when I’m not useful anymore. I should have known.”

“Marcy, you’re my friend. I only asked if you could help me.” “That’s the only reason why anyone wants anything to do with me! So they can use me and throw me away!”

“Marcy please listen” Jeri begged. “We both shared our own traumas. I know who your are. Why can’t you trust me when I say I’m your friend?”

“Because the last time I opened my heart, this is what happened!” Marcy pulled on her school uniform and showed the vertical scar running through her chest. Jeri, distraught and with tears in her eyes, fled the bath room. Marcy froze, realizing what she had done.

Marcy finished her test and went over it a second time in under sixty seconds. In the time after, Marcy thought about the fight she had with Jeri. What if jeri was being genuine? What if she really did want to be her friend? In that case, she fucked up quite possibly the only friendship she’d ever know beyond Anne and Sasha.

Because of course she would. The stupid brat still hasn’t learned that she’ll either be abandoned by everyone, or she’ll chase them away with her own horribleness. Marcy was just a broken, tainted, pathetic thing that deserved all the hardship that fell her way and more.

As marcy brain began over heating, she notice something wrong; no one was in the class with her. She got up and tried to leave, only to find that the door was locked. A cascade of voices began whispering.

Oh no no no no, Marcy thought, not again.

The teachers tv monitor flickered to life. It displayed an image of a thrown room, with a darkly armored figure siting on the thrown. The figured opened it’s thirteen eyes, got up, and started moving towards the camera. Marcy, panicking, tried in vain to get the door open. The figure began crossing the barrier of the tv screen and entered the room.

“Oh wit” the figure said, with her voice, with her mouth. “You’ll never be alone. Not with us…”

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