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i’ve been seeing a lot of outlast content lately and it made old feelings come back to life
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"—It’s apple juice. Shut up."
“Bottoms up, doc.”
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I want the K. :c
10: Oxygen Deprivation
It’s not that his toy — that Miles — gets boring. No, he’s endlessly entertaining, endlessly amusing in that sense that he can find new buttons to press and new wires to pull and new springs to pull out of shape.
It’s Pestilence’s temper that finally tips the game past the point of no return.
An arm snakes around the front of Miles’ throat, almost playfully — and then it tightens. Yanks the reporter back against his narrow chest and holds him there, and, oh, his limbs start flailing. He scratches and scrabbles and scrapes against his hands and kicks against his shins and his pale, skinny ankles, and Pestilence shushes him with a cruel, cruel smile, hidden against the edge of his ear.
"Shh, shh, shh. It’s alright, Miles," he says, and the fight starts to die. He can feel the pulse weaken against the crook of his elbow. If he loosened his grip he’s sure his mortal would be begging, but the sound of air shivering out in thin, desperate wheezes is far more sweet.
"It’s alright," he says again, and sighs. "I’m going to take good care of you."
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Outlast + text posts
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Outlast + text posts
[part 1] [part 2]
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I want to draw a picture of Miles giving Father Martin some paint and paper and he starts to finger paint and become normal again.
And when Martin asks if he wants to join him, Miles just looks at his 8 remaining fingers and goes ‘Ill try my best’
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No more escape
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miles upshur
miles downshur
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~2hrs of winging it.
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Fuck this place. Seriously, just fuck this place.
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"Hello there.."
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TEW comic p1 ( x )
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He almost sits up at that, almost, but Miles is still far from freedom. Full lips twist into a petulant frown, and restless, Pestilence stretches, weight shifting without any regard for the mortal’s comfort. Parasite, indeed.
"I wasn’t making a joke," he says. Pale fingers rub at the skin under his eyes, sclera irritated and bloodshot. Sleepy. He’s sleepy. But he’ll stay awake for Miles’ sake, even if it is only to make meaningless and aggravating conversation. “…Though that is pretty ironic. How novel.”
Pestilence is all knobby limbs that seem too long. The couch isn't big enough for Miles' lounging "guest," much less for the both of them.
“So it was you.” There was never any doubt, but something about hearing it come from the horseman directly sends a chill down the reporter's spine, makes his fingers curl into the fabric of the sofa. “It's not even 10 AM, yet here I am watching TV with a literal weapon of biological warfare. Consider the day ruined. Thanks a lot.”
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possessed miles xoxo