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Oop didn't expect that many votes so quickly, maybe a week was an overestimate, I'll write the teasers for both stories anyhow and post the winning one once the poll is up! (rip itafushi fic, you'll always be in my back pocket babes)
Torn between writing a DK horror/romance fic, Itafushi angst (Non-ship), or Mingyu horror/romance fic...
ONE MORE DAY TO VOTE PPL!!! Thanks to all who've already voted! I hope you enjoy the series I want to put out and stick with me as I figure out how to be creative again!
Torn between writing a DK horror/romance fic, Itafushi angst (Non-ship), or Mingyu horror/romance fic...
ONE MORE DAY TO VOTE PPL!!! Thanks to all who've already voted! I hope you enjoy the series I want to put out and stick with me as I figure out how to be creative again!
Torn between writing a DK horror/romance fic, Itafushi angst (Non-ship), or Mingyu horror/romance fic...
Perfection {Teaser}
No one has looked at you like that. With such admiration, such kindness. Taking in all your details and intricacies. Playing with a piece of paper and through it piecing together what was meant to be you. Eyes glancing back and forth with a smile. Oh god, why did the mortician have to have such a sickly sweet smile as he looked at your corpse? Why did your soul not leave when it was meant to?
Pairing: mortician!mingyu x corpse!fem!reader
Genre: Mortician!au, Horror!au || Fluff, Crack (simply bc this concept is not normal in the slightest babes), Romance, Angst(?)
Warnings: Mentions of death, corpses, and gore (Nothing in depth and nothing intended to disturb) || Necrophilia(?), It's more like Necro-romance, aka romantic attraction to a corpse. || Nudity || {Please let me know if there are other warnings you would like me to add}
Teaser WC: 518
Songs that inspired this fic
A/N: Hey, people...First fic and it's one based on all the different renditions of Frankenstein...Because of course, I would. My incessant need to write stories with insane premises is shining right now. If you listen to the playlist I hope you don't mind the mix of goth, rock, and folk. Oh lord, in my mind I just feel like Mingyu would be the type of hopeless romantic to fall in love with a dead person. I hope y'all enjoy!
Not proofread!
Series Masterlist
He was oh so gentle with you. The way he was careful with his movements as he heaved your stretcher onto the table. Your eyes followed him as he went ahead and gathered various things from around the room. Setting them on a table near you. A deep breath settled in him as he scanned your body. You felt vulnerable in this state, not much you could do about it but still. He got a clipboard and read through it. As he did he circled you, tapping gently at different parts of your body as he went along. Assessing your situation and what he would have to make "presentable" no doubt. Then he stopped. Pausing as he made his way back towards your head. Another sigh as he gazed at you. "You were so pretty. I wish we had met under other circumstances y/n." If a heart was in your body it would be beating so fast right now. His hand reached out and grazed your forehead. Is he moving the hair from your face? If you had working veins you would be blushing wildly. This is crazy. You've decided that this is crazy. Your soul for some reason has decided to stick to your body instead of following the heavenly trumpets towards the pearly gates of paradise. And here you were, prisoner in your own skin, unable to move or speak or do much of anything. And the only thing on your mind is the man who is preparing your body??? Oh, Christ. What the actual hell is happening? Also, why does it seem like the mortician is just as invested in you? Are morticians supposed to have organ jars in their preparation rooms? You suppose they do take care of those sorts of things, plus he's the professional in this situation, right? "The more I look at you…The more I wish…What am I saying?" he shook his head with a huff. Your eyes were open, not like you could willingly close them, but you were somehow able to see in this state. You could see the way the protective gown fell on his arm, very faintly outlining some sort of muscle. The way his breath caught on the mask, not shallowly at all either, a heavy breath. Almost like when he looked at you you had taken it away and he was grasping to get it back. The gloves that held snug to his big fingers, his warm hands, the ones that graced you gently with every touch. So caught up in memorizing his features you hadn't noticed that he was tracing your inner arm and staring right back at your lifeless eyes. "Actually, you might be perfect and these might just be perfect circumstances y/n…" he tilted his head as he said those words, gazing deeply at all of you, taking you in like some person at the other end of the bar. Why was he walking away? What did he mean by perfect? Is he walking over with one of those jars right now? Lord, you should've followed the trumpets…
{Right on time, just minutes after voting closed, let me know what you think, love you all!}
Perfection {Teaser}
No one has looked at you like that. With such admiration, such kindness. Taking in all your details and intricacies. Playing with a piece of paper and through it piecing together what was meant to be you. Eyes glancing back and forth with a smile. Oh god, why did the mortician have to have such a sickly sweet smile as he looked at your corpse? Why did your soul not leave when it was meant to?
Pairing: mortician!mingyu x corpse!fem!reader
Genre: Mortician!au, Horror!au || Fluff, Crack (simply bc this concept is not normal in the slightest babes), Romance, Angst(?)
Warnings: Mentions of death, corpses, and gore (Nothing in depth and nothing intended to disturb) || Necrophilia(?), It's more like Necro-romance, aka romantic attraction to a corpse. || Nudity || {Please let me know if there are other warnings you would like me to add}
Teaser WC: 518
Songs that inspired this fic
A/N: Hey, people...First fic and it's one based on all the different renditions of Frankenstein...Because of course, I would. My incessant need to write stories with insane premises is shining right now. If you listen to the playlist I hope you don't mind the mix of goth, rock, and folk. Oh lord, in my mind I just feel like Mingyu would be the type of hopeless romantic to fall in love with a dead person. I hope y'all enjoy!
Not proofread!
Series Masterlist
He was oh so gentle with you. The way he was careful with his movements as he heaved your stretcher onto the table. Your eyes followed him as he went ahead and gathered various things from around the room. Setting them on a table near you. A deep breath settled in him as he scanned your body. You felt vulnerable in this state, not much you could do about it but still. He got a clipboard and read through it. As he did he circled you, tapping gently at different parts of your body as he went along. Assessing your situation and what he would have to make "presentable" no doubt. Then he stopped. Pausing as he made his way back towards your head. Another sigh as he gazed at you. "You were so pretty. I wish we had met under other circumstances y/n." If a heart was in your body it would be beating so fast right now. His hand reached out and grazed your forehead. Is he moving the hair from your face? If you had working veins you would be blushing wildly. This is crazy. You've decided that this is crazy. Your soul for some reason has decided to stick to your body instead of following the heavenly trumpets towards the pearly gates of paradise. And here you were, prisoner in your own skin, unable to move or speak or do much of anything. And the only thing on your mind is the man who is preparing your body??? Oh, Christ. What the actual hell is happening? Also, why does it seem like the mortician is just as invested in you? Are morticians supposed to have organ jars in their preparation rooms? You suppose they do take care of those sorts of things, plus he's the professional in this situation, right? "The more I look at you…The more I wish…What am I saying?" he shook his head with a huff. Your eyes were open, not like you could willingly close them, but you were somehow able to see in this state. You could see the way the protective gown fell on his arm, very faintly outlining some sort of muscle. The way his breath caught on the mask, not shallowly at all either, a heavy breath. Almost like when he looked at you you had taken it away and he was grasping to get it back. The gloves that held snug to his big fingers, his warm hands, the ones that graced you gently with every touch. So caught up in memorizing his features you hadn't noticed that he was tracing your inner arm and staring right back at your lifeless eyes. "Actually, you might be perfect and these might just be perfect circumstances y/n…" he tilted his head as he said those words, gazing deeply at all of you, taking you in like some person at the other end of the bar. Why was he walking away? What did he mean by perfect? Is he walking over with one of those jars right now? Lord, you should've followed the trumpets…
{Right on time, just minutes after voting closed, let me know what you think, love you all!}
RAGHHHH thx for all the love my loves~!!! I'm glad that y'all are able to get into my weird little story even just a little bit.
Please stay tuned, new updates every Saturday, and if you got questions or wanna chat just ask bbs!!
(Me waking up and basically fainting over all of y'alls support)
Perfection {Teaser}
No one has looked at you like that. With such admiration, such kindness. Taking in all your details and intricacies. Playing with a piece of paper and through it piecing together what was meant to be you. Eyes glancing back and forth with a smile. Oh god, why did the mortician have to have such a sickly sweet smile as he looked at your corpse? Why did your soul not leave when it was meant to?
Pairing: mortician!mingyu x corpse!GNreader
Genre: Mortician!au, Horror!au || Fluff, Crack (simply bc this concept is not normal in the slightest babes), Romance, Angst(?)
Warnings: Mentions of death, corpses, and gore (Nothing in depth and nothing intended to disturb) || Necrophilia(?), It's more like Necro-romance, aka romantic attraction to a corpse. || Nudity || {Please let me know if there are other warnings you would like me to add}
Teaser WC: 518
Songs that inspired this fic
A/N: Hey, people...First fic and it's one based on all the different renditions of Frankenstein...Because of course, I would. My incessant need to write stories with insane premises is shining right now. If you listen to the playlist I hope you don't mind the mix of goth, rock, and folk. Oh lord, in my mind I just feel like Mingyu would be the type of hopeless romantic to fall in love with a dead person. I hope y'all enjoy!
Not proofread!
MASTERLIST
He was oh so gentle with you. The way he was careful with his movements as he heaved your stretcher onto the table. Your eyes followed him as he went ahead and gathered various things from around the room. Setting them on a table near you. A deep breath settled in him as he scanned your body. You felt vulnerable in this state, not much you could do about it but still. He got a clipboard and read through it. As he did he circled you, tapping gently at different parts of your body as he went along. Assessing your situation and what he would have to make "presentable" no doubt. Then he stopped. Pausing as he made his way back towards your head. Another sigh as he gazed at you. "You were so pretty. I wish we had met under other circumstances y/n." If a heart was in your body it would be beating so fast right now. His hand reached out and grazed your forehead. Is he moving the hair from your face? If you had working veins you would be blushing wildly. This is crazy. You've decided that this is crazy. Your soul for some reason has decided to stick to your body instead of following the heavenly trumpets towards the pearly gates of paradise. And here you were, prisoner in your own skin, unable to move or speak or do much of anything. And the only thing on your mind is the man who is preparing your body??? Oh, Christ. What the actual hell is happening? Also, why does it seem like the mortician is just as invested in you? Are morticians supposed to have organ jars in their preparation rooms? You suppose they do take care of those sorts of things, plus he's the professional in this situation, right? "The more I look at you…The more I wish…What am I saying?" he shook his head with a huff. Your eyes were open, not like you could willingly close them, but you were somehow able to see in this state. You could see the way the protective gown fell on his arm, very faintly outlining some sort of muscle. The way his breath caught on the mask, not shallowly at all either, a heavy breath. Almost like when he looked at you you had taken it away and he was grasping to get it back. The gloves that held snug to his big fingers, his warm hands, the ones that graced you gently with every touch. So caught up in memorizing his features you hadn't noticed that he was tracing your inner arm and staring right back at your lifeless eyes. "Actually, you might be perfect and these might just be perfect circumstances y/n…" he tilted his head as he said those words, gazing deeply at all of you, taking you in like some person at the other end of the bar. Why was he walking away? What did he mean by perfect? Is he walking over with one of those jars right now? Lord, you should've followed the trumpets…
{Right on time, just minutes after voting closed, let me know what you think, love you all!}
RAGHHHH thx for all the love my loves~!!! I'm glad that y'all are able to get into my weird little story even just a little bit.
Please stay tuned, new updates every Saturday, and if you got questions or wanna chat just ask bbs!!
(Me waking up and basically fainting over all of y'alls support)
Perfection {Teaser}
No one has looked at you like that. With such admiration, such kindness. Taking in all your details and intricacies. Playing with a piece of paper and through it piecing together what was meant to be you. Eyes glancing back and forth with a smile. Oh god, why did the mortician have to have such a sickly sweet smile as he looked at your corpse? Why did your soul not leave when it was meant to?
Pairing: mortician!mingyu x corpse!GNreader
Genre: Mortician!au, Horror!au || Fluff, Crack (simply bc this concept is not normal in the slightest babes), Romance, Angst(?)
Warnings: Mentions of death, corpses, and gore (Nothing in depth and nothing intended to disturb) || Necrophilia(?), It's more like Necro-romance, aka romantic attraction to a corpse. || Nudity || {Please let me know if there are other warnings you would like me to add}
Teaser WC: 518
Songs that inspired this fic
A/N: Hey, people...First fic and it's one based on all the different renditions of Frankenstein...Because of course, I would. My incessant need to write stories with insane premises is shining right now. If you listen to the playlist I hope you don't mind the mix of goth, rock, and folk. Oh lord, in my mind I just feel like Mingyu would be the type of hopeless romantic to fall in love with a dead person. I hope y'all enjoy!
Not proofread!
MASTERLIST
He was oh so gentle with you. The way he was careful with his movements as he heaved your stretcher onto the table. Your eyes followed him as he went ahead and gathered various things from around the room. Setting them on a table near you. A deep breath settled in him as he scanned your body. You felt vulnerable in this state, not much you could do about it but still. He got a clipboard and read through it. As he did he circled you, tapping gently at different parts of your body as he went along. Assessing your situation and what he would have to make "presentable" no doubt. Then he stopped. Pausing as he made his way back towards your head. Another sigh as he gazed at you. "You were so pretty. I wish we had met under other circumstances y/n." If a heart was in your body it would be beating so fast right now. His hand reached out and grazed your forehead. Is he moving the hair from your face? If you had working veins you would be blushing wildly. This is crazy. You've decided that this is crazy. Your soul for some reason has decided to stick to your body instead of following the heavenly trumpets towards the pearly gates of paradise. And here you were, prisoner in your own skin, unable to move or speak or do much of anything. And the only thing on your mind is the man who is preparing your body??? Oh, Christ. What the actual hell is happening? Also, why does it seem like the mortician is just as invested in you? Are morticians supposed to have organ jars in their preparation rooms? You suppose they do take care of those sorts of things, plus he's the professional in this situation, right? "The more I look at you…The more I wish…What am I saying?" he shook his head with a huff. Your eyes were open, not like you could willingly close them, but you were somehow able to see in this state. You could see the way the protective gown fell on his arm, very faintly outlining some sort of muscle. The way his breath caught on the mask, not shallowly at all either, a heavy breath. Almost like when he looked at you you had taken it away and he was grasping to get it back. The gloves that held snug to his big fingers, his warm hands, the ones that graced you gently with every touch. So caught up in memorizing his features you hadn't noticed that he was tracing your inner arm and staring right back at your lifeless eyes. "Actually, you might be perfect and these might just be perfect circumstances y/n…" he tilted his head as he said those words, gazing deeply at all of you, taking you in like some person at the other end of the bar. Why was he walking away? What did he mean by perfect? Is he walking over with one of those jars right now? Lord, you should've followed the trumpets…
{Right on time, just minutes after voting closed, let me know what you think, love you all!}
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FIRST CHAPTER OUT TMRW BABES!! Get exciteddddd!
Perfection {Teaser}
No one has looked at you like that. With such admiration, such kindness. Taking in all your details and intricacies. Playing with a piece of paper and through it piecing together what was meant to be you. Eyes glancing back and forth with a smile. Oh god, why did the mortician have to have such a sickly sweet smile as he looked at your corpse? Why did your soul not leave when it was meant to?
Pairing: mortician!mingyu x corpse!GNreader
Genre: Mortician!au, Horror!au || Fluff, Crack (simply bc this concept is not normal in the slightest babes), Romance, Angst(?)
Warnings: Mentions of death, corpses, and gore (Nothing in depth and nothing intended to disturb) || Necrophilia(?), It's more like Necro-romance, aka romantic attraction to a corpse. || Nudity || {Please let me know if there are other warnings you would like me to add}
Teaser WC: 518
Songs that inspired this fic
A/N: Hey, people...First fic and it's one based on all the different renditions of Frankenstein...Because of course, I would. My incessant need to write stories with insane premises is shining right now. If you listen to the playlist I hope you don't mind the mix of goth, rock, and folk. Oh lord, in my mind I just feel like Mingyu would be the type of hopeless romantic to fall in love with a dead person. I hope y'all enjoy!
Not proofread!
MASTERLIST
He was oh so gentle with you. The way he was careful with his movements as he heaved your stretcher onto the table. Your eyes followed him as he went ahead and gathered various things from around the room. Setting them on a table near you. A deep breath settled in him as he scanned your body. You felt vulnerable in this state, not much you could do about it but still. He got a clipboard and read through it. As he did he circled you, tapping gently at different parts of your body as he went along. Assessing your situation and what he would have to make "presentable" no doubt. Then he stopped. Pausing as he made his way back towards your head. Another sigh as he gazed at you. "You were so pretty. I wish we had met under other circumstances y/n." If a heart was in your body it would be beating so fast right now. His hand reached out and grazed your forehead. Is he moving the hair from your face? If you had working veins you would be blushing wildly. This is crazy. You've decided that this is crazy. Your soul for some reason has decided to stick to your body instead of following the heavenly trumpets towards the pearly gates of paradise. And here you were, prisoner in your own skin, unable to move or speak or do much of anything. And the only thing on your mind is the man who is preparing your body??? Oh, Christ. What the actual hell is happening? Also, why does it seem like the mortician is just as invested in you? Are morticians supposed to have organ jars in their preparation rooms? You suppose they do take care of those sorts of things, plus he's the professional in this situation, right? "The more I look at you…The more I wish…What am I saying?" he shook his head with a huff. Your eyes were open, not like you could willingly close them, but you were somehow able to see in this state. You could see the way the protective gown fell on his arm, very faintly outlining some sort of muscle. The way his breath caught on the mask, not shallowly at all either, a heavy breath. Almost like when he looked at you you had taken it away and he was grasping to get it back. The gloves that held snug to his big fingers, his warm hands, the ones that graced you gently with every touch. So caught up in memorizing his features you hadn't noticed that he was tracing your inner arm and staring right back at your lifeless eyes. "Actually, you might be perfect and these might just be perfect circumstances y/n…" he tilted his head as he said those words, gazing deeply at all of you, taking you in like some person at the other end of the bar. Why was he walking away? What did he mean by perfect? Is he walking over with one of those jars right now? Lord, you should've followed the trumpets…
{Right on time, just minutes after voting closed, let me know what you think, love you all!}
FIRST CHAPTER OUT TMRW BABES!! Get exciteddddd!
Perfection {Teaser}
No one has looked at you like that. With such admiration, such kindness. Taking in all your details and intricacies. Playing with a piece of paper and through it piecing together what was meant to be you. Eyes glancing back and forth with a smile. Oh god, why did the mortician have to have such a sickly sweet smile as he looked at your corpse? Why did your soul not leave when it was meant to?
Pairing: mortician!mingyu x corpse!GNreader
Genre: Mortician!au, Horror!au || Fluff, Crack (simply bc this concept is not normal in the slightest babes), Romance, Angst(?)
Warnings: Mentions of death, corpses, and gore (Nothing in depth and nothing intended to disturb) || Necrophilia(?), It's more like Necro-romance, aka romantic attraction to a corpse. || Nudity || {Please let me know if there are other warnings you would like me to add}
Teaser WC: 518
Songs that inspired this fic
A/N: Hey, people...First fic and it's one based on all the different renditions of Frankenstein...Because of course, I would. My incessant need to write stories with insane premises is shining right now. If you listen to the playlist I hope you don't mind the mix of goth, rock, and folk. Oh lord, in my mind I just feel like Mingyu would be the type of hopeless romantic to fall in love with a dead person. I hope y'all enjoy!
Not proofread!
MASTERLIST
He was oh so gentle with you. The way he was careful with his movements as he heaved your stretcher onto the table. Your eyes followed him as he went ahead and gathered various things from around the room. Setting them on a table near you. A deep breath settled in him as he scanned your body. You felt vulnerable in this state, not much you could do about it but still. He got a clipboard and read through it. As he did he circled you, tapping gently at different parts of your body as he went along. Assessing your situation and what he would have to make "presentable" no doubt. Then he stopped. Pausing as he made his way back towards your head. Another sigh as he gazed at you. "You were so pretty. I wish we had met under other circumstances y/n." If a heart was in your body it would be beating so fast right now. His hand reached out and grazed your forehead. Is he moving the hair from your face? If you had working veins you would be blushing wildly. This is crazy. You've decided that this is crazy. Your soul for some reason has decided to stick to your body instead of following the heavenly trumpets towards the pearly gates of paradise. And here you were, prisoner in your own skin, unable to move or speak or do much of anything. And the only thing on your mind is the man who is preparing your body??? Oh, Christ. What the actual hell is happening? Also, why does it seem like the mortician is just as invested in you? Are morticians supposed to have organ jars in their preparation rooms? You suppose they do take care of those sorts of things, plus he's the professional in this situation, right? "The more I look at you…The more I wish…What am I saying?" he shook his head with a huff. Your eyes were open, not like you could willingly close them, but you were somehow able to see in this state. You could see the way the protective gown fell on his arm, very faintly outlining some sort of muscle. The way his breath caught on the mask, not shallowly at all either, a heavy breath. Almost like when he looked at you you had taken it away and he was grasping to get it back. The gloves that held snug to his big fingers, his warm hands, the ones that graced you gently with every touch. So caught up in memorizing his features you hadn't noticed that he was tracing your inner arm and staring right back at your lifeless eyes. "Actually, you might be perfect and these might just be perfect circumstances y/n…" he tilted his head as he said those words, gazing deeply at all of you, taking you in like some person at the other end of the bar. Why was he walking away? What did he mean by perfect? Is he walking over with one of those jars right now? Lord, you should've followed the trumpets…
{Right on time, just minutes after voting closed, let me know what you think, love you all!}
remember when i shared an atla fic excerpt even though probably almost everyone follows me for cm content? haha. anyway here's something i'm sure nobody follows me for. original fiction time.
tw: physical assault, mild body horror
The memory, when it comes to me, is disjointed at best and incomprehensible at worst. But for the first time, it’s like I’m there. I think, ridiculously, that Mercia is going to be very annoying about this because it worked a little this time, even though she didn’t do anything. This was a waste of time; I could sit still and close my eyes at home. By myself. For free, too. I’m not on Mercia’s couch anymore. My back is pressed hard against the ground, and my shirt is soaked with sweat and rain. Gravel presses into every part of me it can reach. A particularly large and distracting chunk presses between my scapulae. Blood spurts from my nose and dribbles down over my ragged, bitten lips, mingling with spit and mucus, tears and rainwater. It’s a terrible sensation, this wetness that can’t decide if it wants to be cold, like the rain that’s drenched my hair or hot, like the blood that’s starting to drip down my neck to soak the collar of my shirt. Such a nice shirt, I mourn absurdly. Never get the stains out.
I swing my fist up hard, hear the satisfying impact of flesh against flesh, and bare my bloody teeth in triumph. I only have a moment to savour the victory, the wounded noise my attacker makes, before his fist crashes into my skull so hard I see red, then white, then nothing at all.
When I come back to myself, I’m shaking. I’ve slid most of the way off the couch, corpselike save for the frenetic movements of my limbs. My mouth tastes awful, something foul pooling behind my teeth, so I cup my hand below my chin and spit. Something solid hits my palm. I look down.
A tooth. One of my incisors is sitting in a small pool of blood at the centre of my palm. I don’t know if I’m stunned or truly unbothered, but my only reaction is to poke my tongue into the bloody hole in my gums. It hurts, sharp and real, and when I pull my tongue away, a string of bloody saliva drips from my tongue to my tooth and splatters on top of it like a raindrop.
I stare for a moment longer, and then a pair of white hands close around mine and squeeze once. I look up. Mercia is smiling at me as if her client didn’t just have a flashback that somehow culminated in them spitting out a tooth. She squeezes again and lets go.
“I think I need…a dentist,” I say.
Mercia looks perplexed. “What?”
I laugh, high and loud, like a hyena. “Because...”
I look back at my hand. One of the mints from the bowl on Mercia’s desk sits in the centre of my palm. There is no blood. When I run my tongue along the upper row of my teeth, they are all there.
Mercia smiles. “Shall we try again?”
This reality. Her reality is something else. Something different. It changes every time she closes her eyes, passes another body-that-isn’t-a-body, hears things other than the drum of her boots across the ground, heel to floor, a steady rhythm she cant - won't - break, because if she does, she’ll break with it.
Her left hand draws against the wall of the cave. She thinks herself better for it.
“You’re going the wrong way.”
She doesn’t think herself better for the passenger she’s acquired.
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Underpath AU part 3
To anyone new looking in on this: heed the fic tags or else
I will be making a ton of story’s based on my character’s here is the first one but it is in progress
here ya go content
ok so I have a bunch of unfinished stories from 2020 so ima post the chapters in part’s because of the character limit
part one of mr.plank
Chapter 1 Mr.Plank
Hello My name is David and if you are reading this that means It got me. If you want to know what's going on, read this. My mother and brother went on a camping trip because recently my mom got a new promotion and we wanted to celebrate. She deserves a treat, and she loves the outdoors. I did not expect what happened next so please stay with me .We had just set up our tents. My brother Lucas needed to go back to the car to get some stuff. He was gone for longer than it should have been to get to the car and back to our campsite. We had parked near the tree line and we were only a couple miles into the woods just to be safe. When I went to go check on Lucas he wasn't in the car. It was almost like Lucas had never been near the car at all. All the windows were smashed and there was something written on the open trunk.
In what appeared to be red ink was written, ''If you want to see him Again follow the clues within this book''. I was extremely freaked out because this was written in red ink, at least at the time I thought it was red ink. I picked up the book and ran back to the campsite yelled for my mother but couldn't find her. Then I heard her scream. I ran towards the scream and found her dead and lifeless corpse on the ground. I stood there in shock my mother was laying there and it looked like her stomach and chest had been clawed open. By this time, the sun was setting. I didn't know where my brother was and my Mother was dead. Once I was able to pull myself together, I decided to pack up all the camping gear and put it all into the car. When I got back to the car, it was completely untouched. There was no writing on the trunk and the windows were intact.
I went back to the trunk and saw Lucas. I was extremely confused. I immediately woke him up and started to hug him. I was so worried and I asked lucas “Where in the world have you been?”
part two of mr plank
Lucas looked at me confused and said, “I went back to the campsite and you weren't there so I came back to the car to wait for you.”
I looked at him even more confused because I had been to the car. He wasn't there and there was a message in reading and then a book. I held up the book and then Lucas went completely pale. He looked like a ghost and then he said how in the world did you get that he shouted at me .
I said hey I should be the one who's asking questions I wasn't able to find you and it's it's basically almost midnight at this point I have been looking for you since the sun went down mom's gone and I don't know what to do.Lucas just stared at me blankly and then Repeat this question how on Earth did you get that book I look at him confusing said it was in the back of our trunk and I he said I have been here this whole time and no Buck has appeared nor has there been a message so I don't know what in the world you're talking about and what do you means mom's dead she's still in her tent asleep I looked at Lucas extremely angrily and said no or mother is dead I found her dead Lucas still didn't believe me and then I basically tracked him to where I found her mom's body. and it was still there. Lucas still didn't believe me and then I basically dragged him to where I found her mom's body.Lucas was just standing there absolutely horrified he thought his older brother was kidding but he realized that his brother wouldn't joke about that kind of stuff mainly because they both got about the mother dearly Lucas immediately ran back to the car and began screaming at David saying it's his fault that he couldn't protect their mother and since he was this time looking for him are there mother was not dead blaming him over and over again. David was starting to get really frustrated because he just witnessed his mother completely dead and his brother was blaming him and his brother the blaming him at the fact that because he went searching for him it was his fault there mom was dead.David yelled back his brother maybe if you hadn't gone missing mom might still be alive you're blaming me for something that was out of my control I asked you to do one simple thing and yet you go missing I'd come back to come and find you and then I'll come to find something or somebody has killed our mom and you still continue to blame me when it's also your fault because you are the one who up missing Lucas just as brother continuously screaming at him until they both heard a high-pitch inhuman scream. David and Lucas both froze in pure fear. They turned their heads to see something all ghost White with no face nothing else it was just standing there looking at them letting even know if you could save them David and Lucas fluid to the car and immediately sped away the creature still staring at them.David was starting to get really frustrated because he just witnessed his mother completely dead and his brother was blaming him and his brother the blaming him at the fact that because he went searching for him it was his fault there mom was dead.David yelled back his brother maybe if you hadn't gone missing mom might still be alive you're blaming me for something that was out of my control I asked you to do one simple thing and yet you go missing I'd come back to come and find you and then I'll come to find something or somebody has killed our mom and you still continue to blame me when it's also your fault because you are the one who up missing Lucas just as brother continuously screaming at him until they both heard a high-pitch inhuman scream. David and Lucas both froze in pure fear. They turned their heads to see something all ghost White with no face nothing else it was just standing there looking at them letting even know if you could save them When they got home Lucas immediately went to his bedroom and slammed the door David went to the kitchen to cook something to eat for him and Lucas they both had a long day and needed something nice to eat to try to calm themselves David ended up making Lucas's favorite spinach and cheese raviolis with some rice he called his brother down his brother came downstairs about 5 minutes after because David had said he made his favorite The dinner was quiet but then Lucas asked why did you say I went missing I was in the car the whole time then David said you weren't in the car.
part 3 of mr.plank
Lucas was extremely confused because he know he wasn't fact in the car Lucas then wrap the table figure that they both saw and said maybe you not being able to see me and me not being able to see you and the book and the message and Mom all has to do with that thing David looked at Lucas extremely surprised but agreed a little bit but said they're never going into the woods again It was 3 a.m. David passed out. Lucas had crept out the window and taken the car to go into the forest. He only got a couple miles into the woods before he heard a low growl Can you turn to see that weird creature again but it was crouching in looking right at him. David just stood there and fear he thought Of course I have fries not flight not fight but freeze Of course .The creature then spoke hello little human my name is Mister plank what do you like to be my friend Mister Place voice was so off-putting and almost glitchy Lucas was way too scared to respond so he just had a y yes good Mr plank responded before just grabbing Lucas and sprinting off into the forest Lucas just said hey put me down mr. plank growled at him not to speak cuz if he did he would die like his mother did. 6 a.m. David woke up because he felt like something was wrong he went to go check on Lucas and so he wasn't there while there was a note saying I'm going to see if I killed mom David has never gone so pale he ran outside and didn't find his car he mean they called up one of his friends and asked if he could borrow the car because Lucas hijacked his. Once David's friend arrived David Hopton to his buddy's car in full blue 2 the woods Once he arrived he heard Mr planks voice and bolted to where he is so messed up link running with his brother and his hand he could hear everything was her blank was saying and he also had a weapon with him he had grabbed it before you ran at the house mr. playing didn't hear him because this forest was applying for us everything was mostly a very quiet but if you ran too fast you can hear everything So Davis and making sure to be careful to assure him and his brother safety Once he color for mr. playing he saw him put Lucas down Crouch down and say would you like to play tea party with me and I almost little girl child voice with also slight British accent Lucas was still terrified but agreed to play while they were playing mr. playing said I apologize for what I did to your mother it's just she was getting on my nerves I don't like adults Lucas ask mr. plank why he didn't like adults and miss her playing said I was once a little boy but adults ruined my life adults only care about themselves they don't care about the little kids in this world so it's my duty as this now Beast to protect any little child from an adult that's why you came back to see me right the help me with my mission right mr. playing at this moment was very close to Lucas's face
two sentence horror
Papa silly was an odd man he liked to make films with the neighborhoods kids
Papa silly’s final project was a horror film
Red Hands
It was Fall.
Smoke rose from a squat birch hut that was dug half into the slope of a leaf-littered hill.
The cottage’s roof was piled with heavy mats of green moss, and the lambent orange glow of tallow lights shined through its deep-set windows.
Inside was a hushed voice muttering of the cold and of sad little no-one’s.
A child’s bones were there, wrapped in a swan’s wings and tucked into a nest of sticks.
I heard a woman weeping, her deep sobs answered by a pained voice, dark and coarse, whose wet rasp sounded like dull steel scraped over bone.
In the faint amber radiance of the dying sun, I pressed my ear lightly to the chinking and listened in the chill.
The thing croaked and hissed of things hidden, and, mesmerized, the woman swooned.
It spoke in kennings of the ancient ways, and of the faint life that lives in death.
The wretched wight revealed to her the dim paths that lead into Shadow, prescribing offerings and signs as it instructed her in the opening of the ways.
As the setting sun kissed the horizon, the cottage fell silent, and the mourning woman ground something slowly with a mortar and pestle.
Then, she hummed a sad tune to her strange god, her dead offspring, and I, her lurking watcher.
It was then that I left her to suffer alone in that place the grim tasks of the wight.
I padded away like a wolf. And though I parted as night from the dawn, I left her all the coin in my purse and the haunch of a deer whose blood inexplicably yet stains my hands.
I have never returned to those woods where I came upon the woman and the infant’s remains.
Many years have passed since then, and I am too old and frail to hunt. As you can see, time has gnarled my joints and drawn the color from my beard. But, I have never forgotten what I learned there, in the red dusk of yesterday, and a harsh voice continues to utter black secrets in the darkness of my dreams.
© JM Tiffany
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