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June of Doom Day 7
βWhat happened?β | Nightmare | Isolation | Stumbling |
Content: character "death", slit throat, nightmare, captivity
Whumpee was tied to a chair as Whumper walked towards them with a cruel grin on their face. Whumpee's breath got faster as they struggled against the restraints.
"Long time no see Whumpee."
Whumpee's breath caught in their throat as they noticed Whumper was holding a knife.
"I thought I'd lost you. You really put me to a lot of trouble running away like that."
Whumpee whimpered as Whumper lifted the knife to their throat.
"You turned me in too. I really thought I could trust you."
Whumpee hissed through their teeth as Whumper pressed down the knife enough to draw blood.
"You know I love you Whumpee. I really do, but I just can't stand to look at you after you betrayed me like that. To end my troubles I think I might just have to end you."
Whumpee screamed as Whumper slit their throat. Blood gargled in their mouth and then everything went black.
Whumpee woke up with a scream and frantic breaths. Oh gosh. This can't be happening. Whumper was going to kill them. They were gonna die with that- They realized that Whumper wasn't there. They looked around with bleary eyes. Were they... oh. They were in their room. They reached up to touch their throat with shaky hands. There was no blood. Relief washed over them. They were alive. Whumper didn't win.
Whumpee stumbled out of bed. Gosh, their throat was so dry. They needed water. They took a few unsteady steps before crashing into the wall.
Caretaker came bursting through the door, eyes widening at seeing Whumpee's state. They were leaning against the wall on wobbly legs, sweat and confusion on their face.
Caretaker rushed over to Whumpee and carefully helped them sit down. "Whumpee! What happened?"
"Uhh... I don't really know. I- I was with Whumper and he... killed me. Then I was here and... Can you get me some water please?"
"Of course."
Caretaker came back shortly and handed Whumpee the water which they downed in a few seconds.
"Th-thank you."
"Sure." Caretaker looked at Whumpee, concern lacing their features. "You said you were with Whumper. He's gone, has been for a while. You're safe now. I'm guessing you had another nightmare."
"Uh, yeah. I guess so."
"Do you want to talk about it?"
"Not really if that's okay." Whumpee's face turned red, "Could you... um maybe tuck me back in?"
Caretaker smiled, "Of course sweetheart."
Caretaker helped Whumpee into bed and wrapped them up in big, fluffy blankets until they were comfy. They stayed at Whumpee's bedside, playing with their hair. Caretaker smiled as Whumpee peacefully drifted to sleep. They hoped it would stay that way for a while. Whumpee could really use the rest.
late night Killer doodle in Notes
Killer belongs to Rahafwabas
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Guess who's going on an amasai writing binge
Me
@amasaiweek day 3: family/forgiveness
*sigh* alright here we go
Tw for: knives/scalpels, blood, death/dead bodies, literally the whole thing is angst so look out
Lots of spoilers for @kagazuly 's beta au fic!! Don't read if you haven't gotten past chapter 3!!
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There was a blade pressed against Shuichi's throat.
It had all happened so quickly. He had gone to check on the medic in the warehouse, and-
And there was a hand on his wrist, and a sudden falling, and a weight on his chest so that he could just barely breathe if he made his breaths shallow enough. And there was the sharp, bitter sting of the knife at his throat.
Shuichi was going to die, just for being in the wrong place at the wrong time. All because of- he looked up at his killer's face- Rantaro?
Rantaro?
But-
But he was our leader, the person most dedicated to ending the game, the violinist thought. We trusted him more than we trusted ourselves and each other.
It was all an act, then, huh? He got us to trust him, and now he's going to kill me and escape, probably.
He looked up at the green-haired man's face again. His eyes were wild, feral, as if he was driven by instinct rather than his morals. An idea came to Shuichi. Could... Monokuma have brought back the Despair Disease? No, I'd think that repeating the same motive twice would be too boring for Monokuma... Then, did Rantaro have it all this time since looking after the patients, and managed to fool even the mastermind into thinking he didn't have it?
The blade pressed closer to Shuichi's neck, and he felt warm blood slide down onto the floor beneath him.
This was not the Rantaro he knew.
Memories of the previous trial came flooding to him, of Himiko's dismembered body, the blood spilling in a scarlet puddle on the tile, stained weapons scattered around, Angie's crazed face when the others figured out she had the Bloodlust Disease. The man above Shuichi looked like that now, ruined by his own Bloodlust Disease.
He was going to die.
Shuichi was going to die.
Hesitantly, he looked the medic in the eyes. "R-Rantaro?"
Time seemed to stop for a moment.
Rantaro's breathing slowed. Shuichi felt the blade slip away from him, and the medic put what Shuichi could now see was a scalpel in his pocket.
Rantaro let out a sigh, shut his eyes, and stood back up, turning to face whatever he'd been doing before. He paused and, without looking back, tossed an alcohol wipe from his pocket to Shuichi.
"Sorry. I thought you were going to kill me. Use this, it'll clean up the wound, and there's plenty of bandages in my lab," he said nonchalantly.
"You... You thought I was going to kill you?!"
The blonde boy stood.
"Dont think I'm gonna forgive you that easily, Rantaro."
"Fine."
"I... I COULD HAVE DIED!!'
"If you're just going to yell at me, go work your issues out with Kiyo. I'm the medic here, not the therapist."
He turned his head to look at Shuichi.
"Besides," he said in a stern yet ominous whisper, "it's not like I havent killed anyone before."
Shuichi froze in terror. "W-Wha-"
"Even medics have to kill to survive, sometimes. War is war. I'm not the only one, either. Most of us have been the cause of another's death, in one way or another. We're all killers, Shuichi. Killers all crammed into one place, under circumstances that mean we can't help but distrust each other, no matter how much we try to tell ourselves we have allies. Reminds me of the battlefield, now that I think about it."
What... was Rantaro saying?... They couldn't... trust anyone, that was true, but...
He took a few cautious steps toward the doorway and was going to leave, when he heard the medic speak again.
"Hey, Shuichi?"
"What?"
"You said you won't forgive me, right?"
"Um, yeah."
"See what I mean?"
"What?"
"You see, Shuichi,
"There's no forgiveness on the battlefield."
Happy stab day!
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I WILL FOLLOW YOU UNTIL YOU ARE DEAD
haha look it's the big fat red guy, he seems friendly
"NAT, PLEASE DON'T TURN ME INTO A MARKETABLE HOODIE"
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(jk I'm not actually selling this hoodie it's expensive to make custom made stuff here, I made this for my own enjoyment)
SCP art and doodles I did this past month (not in order)
I feel really proud about this one took me 4 hours, Bright is one of my favorites
the mask duo breaching containment, this is the first SCP art I did in awhile
I really like SCP-049-Ξ©K I wish people know more about it <//3
the SCP Foundation Twitter did a 173 Birthday Art Contest so this is my entry :)
doodles of my favorite duo + 999
Danny has challenged you
Wonder lineart by @ecto-stone
Fluff boi found a knife and decided to show it to his best amiko
Adorable lineart by the amazing @weshney
Tumblr isn't giving us back the boops for ides of march so I will do it myself.
Get your boops everyone!!!
I just put these together real quick feel free to use them.
my artwork for popee the performer zine 2024 (contain trigger warnings)
