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Let this meme never die.
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I almost scrolled past this.
victoriahitz
NO
IT GOT BETTER
UNMUTE THIS I PROMISE
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He’s so tired. How long has it been? His head is splitting, or at least— he thinks it is.
Groaning, he grips his head and pushes himself up to his feet. Stumbling, he catches himself on a wall, rubbing his forehead. After blinking for a few seconds, Chris focuses on his surroundings.
Is this— Ashley’s house?
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You: willy nilly Me, an intellectual: william nilliam
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startariott
“just because drunk people drop shit”
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mess left in indents and drops. he’ll try his best but he knows, more than anyone, what it’s like to be an absolute failure. of course, he feels anxiety, but the anger hasn’t left and he has to grit his teeth to not start yelling. he doesn’t want to yell. he’s tired of yelling, all sad eyes and grey skies. it won’t rain, he doesn’t think. maybe he wants it to.
it’s not his fault. YES IT IS.
❛❛i’m not. i’m not mad at you. i’m just messy and fucked up and i DON’T KNOW WHO I AM half the time.❜❜ he tries not to get like this. he hates being seen this way. ❛❛i’m just. bothered. it’s not a big deal.❜❜
he doesn’t like the way chris looks. he did that. it’s his fault.
His lips twitch, and for a moment, he thinks, I know. I know you feel that way. I know you.
It feels like whatever he had left of how safe he used to feel is slipping through weak fingers.
“You... wanna talk about it?” Cliché. Chris flinches at his own choice of words. “It’s a big deal to me “if it’s bothering you so much.”
I miss you. I need you back.
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the prospect of losing his family again is the only thing that accurately frightens him about this situation. and there’s a part of him that knows the impact will garner him, too. all he imagines is ribs and hands and terrible, terrible pain. human being in the worst of senses.he’d rather stay dead.
missing posters with his name and face, matched to his sisters and with his parents’ brand. fucked up son and perfect daughters, his family has fallen apart but he has found who he has lost. ghastly face with iridescent eyes behind his head, moving to his shoulder. he’s the only one who can control them.
HE WANTS TO GET BETTER.
❛❛didn’t you know there wasn’t anything to find?❜❜ hollow tones and scattered bones. broken, beaten, with collective injuries both before and after. touch and go, still lungs and empty heart. ❛❛i found them, and they found me.❜❜
As Josh speaks again— whose voice is that, that echoes and rattles in his brain? —the gun hangs loosely in Chris’ right hand, his eyes on Josh’s.
Still green, but there’s something else that catches in the moonlight.
He can feel his chest seizing, a sick feeling against his ribs radiates with each erratic heartbeat. For a moment, he looks to the wendigo— the monster (monsters) took Josh —and his grip again tightens on the stock of the shotgun.
“I don’t understand,” he admits slowly, voice low to keep from cracking. “I’m... I’m here to. “To bring you home.”
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“It’s jammed,”he grumbles in disbelief, rattling the door handle again. “I swear I didn’t even know you had a pantry!”
So much for simple pranks. Ashley had found him before he could appropriately secure the bucket of confetti above the door.
“This wasn’t part of the plan!”
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he’s not the same, but then again, neither of them truly are. hauntings and monsters wrapped up in pretty little memories. but reality is fickle and his nightmares aren’t just that anymore. the elongated hand curling over his left shoulder proves it. if he were anyone else, if this was three months ago, he would be TERRIFIED.
but his hallucinations have come to life, and his sister is right here. even if not in the traditional sense.
he should have stayed dead.
❛❛why did you come back, chris?❜❜
@badasscochise
His breath is heavy in his lungs, and the adrenalin from running, from seeing the shadows dart and dance like they did that night— he should have come sooner, look at Josh now —leaving him tensed and unable to focus on one or the other of the two beings before him. But even through the panic rising up his throat, one thought pushes through.
“Josh?”
The shotgun is still aimed at the monster poised behind his best friend, and remarkably, the only parts of him that weren’t shaking were his hands, his aim steady. Maybe a shotgun was a poor choice of weapon, in hindsight. It would be too risky to shoot at the beast with Josh so close. Chris might hit Josh.
“I. I came to find you,” the blond eventually went on, finally beginning to lower the gun.
“What... what’s happening?”
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a thing i’ve been thinking about: u know, until dawn, minus the wendigos ruining everyone’s lives, is actually pretty comical. the things josh puts together in his prank (even though they are grossly overdone) are sincerely funny when laid end to end the way he made them. until dawn as a game uses the premise of josh’s prank to half salute, half mock basically every campy teen horror trope in existence. there are clowns, there are dolls, there are creepy silhouettes of ladies in white. the kind of jump scares you can see in a dozen different low-budget horror flicks on netflix on any given day. it’s genuinely funny to see all those tropes unironically laid end to end and i think, ultimately, that’s the point. this was a prank; it was supposed to look ridiculous from the other side, after the fact. it was funny (in a twisted, gallows humor kind of way), but the true horror of the game–the wendigos–distort the humor in the prank until it’s no longer recognizable.
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I haven’t draw these nerd in a long time xD
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First Interaction Starters
"Can I buy you a drink?"
"I've heard a lot about you"
"Welcome to _____ "
"Can I take your order?"
" _____, you're under arrest"
"Looks like we're room-mates"
"IT Support, how can I help you?"
"Do you know the bride or the groom?"
"Hi, I just moved in next-door"
"Excuse me, is this your dog?"
"Help, please! Somebody help me!"
"I guess I'm your new partner"
"Oh my god! Are you okay?"
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it should stop him, the way chris clutches away at himself. it doesn’t, he feels anger burning the underside of his skin and he wonders how long it will take for the fire to erupt in his bones. perhaps he should turn him away. cast this relationship aside because who else is supposed to give him a farewell.
who else is going to cause him to descend.
lying is his only defense. it is all he has left.
❛❛that’s not at all what i said. that’s not what i meant.❜❜ he’s frustrated, teeth getting caught on the curve of his lips and eyes hooded by thick eyebrows. ❛❛i don’t want you to leave.❜❜ and he stops. and he quiets himself. he rolls the words around his head for a few minutes. just have to make sense of them.
❛❛i’m just… irritated lately.❜❜ what a lame excuse.
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Normally, Chris would roll his eyes at this excuse, but he’s still mulling over Josh’s protests, going through them piece by piece in his mind. If Josh — his best friend, who he’s known for most of his life — didn’t want him around, he’d have to shift everything in his life. He’d have to get rid of the obvious reminders of Josh— but everything, everything reminds him of Josh, how could it not? —and monitor every social space to avoid him, avoid getting in his way.
Chris grits his teeth, jaw clenching as he looks away.
“Then talk to me,” he says after a long silence filled only with hurried, silent thoughts.
“Because I’m... “really lost,” the blond goes on, the last word catching, making his shame burn brighter in his cheeks.
JACK YOU BEAUTIFUL LOVELY HOW ARE YOU
HI I WOULD SAY GET ON SKYPE BUT SKYPE FAILS ME
DO YOU HAPPEN TO HAVE “TELEGRAM”