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Myself [Psycho!Reader x Rivaille/Levi] chap.3Myself [Psycho!Reader x Rivaille/Levi]
WARNING! Attention readers! Beware of psychopaths and sadist. Don't like don't read. The further chapters, could contain creepiness and violence.
Chapter 3 — Monsters
"In case, maybe we should dissect her too..."
"Please wait! Maybe I am a monster, but she has nothing to do with this!"
"You're defending her, so she's still on your party! "
"It's the truth!"
"How can we trust you?"
"No!!" Eren yelled, following an awkward silence. Accused of betrayal of humanity, he was attached and bending on the ground. You stood there crossing your arm, beside Hanji, as bored as ever.
"I-I mean, you are wrong. But, you are only talking on your own too. And, even if you never saw a Titan, what are you so afraid of?" After a mere hesitation, he spoke again, "If you have the power, then why don't you fight? If you hold the power and are too afraid to fight, then lend me your strength! Cowards..."
«How interesting. Having
[Hong x Reader x Ice] Project RLI You stared at the television, eyes clearly reflecting your boredom. You didn't really get why the new was so determined to make a fool of you, important looking title, complicated words side by side. Really, the display of authority was ridiculous. What were they trying to accomplish by using this kind of word choice? Were they trying to make it sound much more important than it is?
You sighed. You wondered why they didn't just use words even idiots could understand. Really, there would be not a difference if they'd simply put something like: 'Some kid died in a house fire. Watch out for the smoke in a something km radius.' Idiots, the lot of them. You wondered why you even bothered trying to watch the news.
You decided it was time to head to school. You didn't bother checking how you looked, as long as your uniform was on society would have no reason to patronise you. You could just come up with some excuse, like the usual 'I overslept'. Nobody would question you. That's how it was.
Have you ever been gassed by that venom crap? Let alone get injected with it?
You don't remember which way is up anymore, or what's going on around you, or even what you were doing a moment ago. All you can think about is this sudden rush that invades your systems. It feels like your lungs are going to collapse, and your whole BODY is screaming at you- all you hear is your own sick, uncontrollable laughing that could never possibly belong to you, and the thumping of your heart that's trying to rip its way out of your chest. You lose your balance immediately but you don't notice, and if you do you don't care. All that matters to you is stopping that laugh of yours. Like if it goes away, everything will be set right and whole again. If you try to stop, your throat only stings more, and if you ever manage to stop all you really want to do is throw up and pass out. It steals your breath so you're constantly gasping for more oxygen, your muscles tense as the venom takes quick effect so your
The White Parade: FinaleChapter VI: And on the Sixth Day...
His heart gives out in the emergency room. Doctors rush to fulfill their Hippocratic Oath. Intubate him first; get him breathing. Get the air in his lungs. While they do that, determine that this is the situation for the defibrillator, then get someone else to wheel it out so they can get his heart working. Charge it up…
The girl screams at the way his body jerks on the table. The heart monitor displays a sudden spike of green, stalling in its sound for a second before the spikes even out again, returning to the comfort of being a flat line.
She screams again. Again, there’s a spike on the monitor; again, it flattens out into an even line. They wonder why she’s still here. Silent messages get sent at light speed, even as thei
Diviners of Runawynd Act I
"But that's just immoral!" Denying all professionalism, Garrick harshly snapped at the supreme god, Keiran, who calmly sat in his cozy, luxurious office seat. "I can't believe you want me to carry out a mission like that!"
With the mildest of expressions, Keiran merely blinked up at the enraged one and countered, unexpectedly cold, "Since when do morals matter here? At this place where we observe and judge humanity? We focus on facts, not feelings. You know that." He added, patronizing.
"Tch, I don't need you reminding me. And I know what I need to do, but there's no way I'm-" Garrick welcomed the coming verbal battle; thus, when his superior rose from his seat, he could feel his own temper rising as well.
Keiran then approached him face-to-face, smirking all the while he spoke. "Look, I love the way you think " A graceful hand took to Garrick's pounding neck, reached to his face, where it departed with a tender caress. "But talking back to your superior isn't a good idea when the
My Little Pony - Hospice I
Before diving into this, I think some background would be useful. When she was young, she had dreams. Dreams of shining and of making others shine. She made herself and others look beautiful; for that initial interim she held high. When she fell (south of Ponyville, Old Manehattan-land) her dreams became nightmares, seizing her by the hoof and never letting go. She was taken and put into a bed of rust and red crosses. I was one of the few who had the time to give. She wanted me dead but it pained her to see me walk out those sliding doors.
Now, I won't pretend I understand. I never will know what she went through for those ten months and two days. She had a constant sting in her side that she claimed she could only numb by sticking her head in the stove. Her nightmares became easier during this time. And I like to think that I did my best in the time that she had to make her comfortable, even when the sting became too painful to breathe.
But let it be known that this w
Deaths Diary (Entry 1)
Before I get started, there's one thing I want you to know: I am not evil! I promise you that I am not evil or sinister by any definition of the words. History isn't very kind to me; often giving a negative view of me. I want you to know that I am not bad I promise you that I am not. Please do not be afraid of me there is nothing to be afraid of. Despite what you may think or hear about me, I'm not evil but I can also see how people would think that I am. My job isn't a happy one.
Forgive me. I must confess that I'm not good at this kind of thing. I've never had the opportunity to express my opinions and viewpoints on things. Hell, I've never really had the time to sit down and write in a diary before, so I'm not really very experienced at this kind of thing. I'll do my best to be clear and understandable. You have to believe me when I say that what I will tell you isn't something that most people can take lightly.
I'm not going to bother with introduct
Mr. Abbine Speaks
Mr. Abbine, I'm going to show you a few pictures. I want you to identify the people for me.
"I'll do what I can."
Can you tell me who this is?
"That's my good for nothing neighbor. He sits around his deck and smokes all day. Then he goes inside and probably gets high from pot or something stupid like that. I'll bet that guy is living off Welfare, the scumbag. Don't even get me started on the whore he keeps around-"
Mr. Abbine, please try to keep your answers focused on the subject. Can you identify this woman for me?
"That's my mother. She calls me three times a day to complain about how something 'isn't as great as it used to be.' I once told her she sounded old, and she started crying. Then she started calling me more often. Even though I've moved out twenty years ago, that woman continues to be a drain on my life."
Very good. This younger gentleman, tell me about him.
"That's Gary. He's a needy pain-in-the-ass. I swear, he follows me around work all day. Every day, with this guy. I