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𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐚

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: As Arcadia High School diligently readies its senior students for an academic expedition to explore Romania's renowned museums, anticipation crackles in the air. Yet, amidst the buzz of excitement and preparation, Y/n finds herself haunted by a chilling nightmare that lingers like a specter in her mind, casting a shadow over the forthcoming journey.

Meanwhile, across town, the Hawkins police force grapples with a harrowing investigation—the savage and enigmatic murder of a young boy, a crime so brutal it sends shockwaves through the city's core. As detectives delve into the depths of darkness shrouding this heinous act, whispers of malevolent forces and sinister secrets echo through the streets, leaving the community gripped by fear and uncertainty.

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: +18, heavy content, dark themes, volence, blood, child death, child torture, gore, witchcraft, disfigurement, murder, nightmares, Reader takes meds to help her sleep, cruelty, allusion to eating disorder.

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 4,9K

𝐍𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫.

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 (open): @ali-r3n @maedesculpaeusoubi @birdysaturne

As your gaze drifted beyond the classroom window, the gentle sway of leaves seemed to beckon you into a world far removed from the monotony of Mrs. Bennet's lecture. Her words, once a beacon of guidance, dissolved into an indistinct cacophony, overshadowed by the enigmatic maelstrom brewing within your troubled psyche.

Lost in the labyrinthine corridors of your mind, you found yourself ensnared by memories of the night prior—fragments of a haunting dream that had invaded your restless slumber like tendrils of darkness creeping into the corners of your consciousness.

It had been an eternity since such macabre visions tormented your sleep, ever since the fateful disappearance of your parents—an event veiled in obscurity that had cast you adrift in a sea of unanswered questions and whispered rumors. The memories of that night haunted you like ghostly apparitions, their specters lurking just beyond the veil of consciousness, waiting to pounce upon your unsuspecting mind.

Prescribed an arsenal of antidepressants and sedatives to assuage the relentless onslaught of nightmares, you had sought refuge in the solace of pharmaceutical oblivion, hoping to drown out the echoes of your past with the numbing embrace of chemically-induced tranquility.

But even the most potent medications could not silence the whispers of your subconscious, nor quell the restless yearning for answers that gnawed at your soul like a ravenous beast. And so, as you sat amidst the dull hum of the classroom, a sense of unease gripped you, the memories of the night prior clawing their way to the surface, demanding to be acknowledged, to be understood.

As the day unfurled its weary hours, a dense fog of uncertainty descended upon you, enveloping your senses like a leaden shroud. Within the mundane fabric of daily life lurked a disquieting sense of foreboding, blurring the lines between what was real and what existed only in the recesses of your troubled mind.

From the moment your eyes blinked open, a suffocating pall of dread hung heavy in the air, casting a long shadow over your every thought and action. It was a sensation that clung to you like a second skin, a haunting reminder of the gaping void left behind by the sudden disappearance of your parents—the day your world fractured irreparably.

Throughout the hours that followed, an unsettling presence loomed on the edge of your consciousness, a phantom specter that seemed to stalk your every movement with unyielding persistence. Its intangible grip tightened with each passing moment, weaving a tangled web of apprehension around your fragile psyche.

As daylight waned and the world bathed in the eerie glow of twilight, the tendrils of unease constricted ever tighter, wrapping around your soul like vipers poised to strike. The atmosphere crackled with unspoken tension, each heartbeat echoing the ominous drumbeat of impending doom.

Were your fears merely the byproduct of a fractured mind, haunted by the ghosts of its past? Or was there a more sinister force at play, lurking in the shadows, waiting to ensnare you in its malevolent embrace? Only time would tell as you stood on the precipice of uncertainty, teetering on the edge of a darkness from which there might be no return.

With each fleeting thought, doubt gnawed at the fringes of your sanity, its whispered tendrils weaving a tapestry of uncertainty within the recesses of your troubled mind. Perhaps you were indeed teetering on the brink of madness, your senses distorted by the relentless trauma of your past. Or perhaps, as the therapist had suggested, your mind had erected formidable defenses against the horrors of your reality—a defense mechanism to shield you from the overwhelming weight of your own memories.

But as the shadows deepened and the night unfurled its ebony cloak, one thing remained certain: the inexplicable sense of being watched, the disconcerting feeling that eyes unseen bore witness to your every move. In the labyrinth of your mind, the line between reality and illusion blurred, leaving you adrift in a sea of uncertainty where truth and fiction intertwined in a tantalizing dance of shadows and secrets. And as you grappled with the enigmatic forces that conspired against you, you couldn't shake the haunting suspicion that the darkest truths were yet to be revealed.

As the rhythmic din of exuberant voices reverberated off the classroom walls, you found yourself reluctantly torn from the labyrinth of your contemplations, abruptly thrust back into the bustling present by the jubilant commotion surrounding you. Tables vibrated beneath the force of pounding fists, jubilant exclamations pierced the air like shards of shattered glass, and the infectious energy of your peers permeated the atmosphere, suffusing the room with an electrifying pulse of excitement. How long had you been ensnared in the enigmatic recesses of your thoughts, oblivious to the jubilation unfolding before you?

"S-silence, please!" Mrs. Bennet's voice, a beacon of authority, cut through the tumult like a blade, commanding attention as she rapped her desk with a ruler.

As the uproar gradually subsided, a heavy silence descended upon the room, punctuated only by the soft shuffling of restless feet and the rustle of papers. All eyes turned expectantly toward the authoritative figure at the front of the classroom, Mrs. Bennet's solemn countenance casting a pall of solemnity over the room. With deliberate grace, she traversed the length of the room to stand before the imposing expanse of the blackboard, where she inscribed a single word in bold, commanding script: "RULES."

The chalk, now depleted of its purpose, returned to its designated holder with a hollow clatter, its echoes reverberating through the stillness of the room like a portentous omen. Mrs. Bennet, her posture rigid with resolve, turned to address the assembled students, her voice a solemn symphony of authority and expectation.

"Rules," she intoned, her words laden with the weight of significance. "Rules that shall delineate the boundaries between aspiration and stagnation, determination and defeat."

A ripple of apprehension swept through the room, the air thick with a sense of foreboding and anticipation. Undeterred by the murmurs of discontent that rippled through the room like the ghostly whispers of unseen phantoms, Mrs. Bennet pressed forward, her gaze piercing through the veil of uncertainty that hung heavy in the air.

"And so, the first decree," she proclaimed, her voice echoing with an unyielding resolve. "Only those who have ascended beyond the confines of mediocrity, those whose grades soar above the threshold of adequacy, shall be deemed worthy of passage on this journey."

The jock's frustration permeated the air like a tangible force, his exasperation evident in the furrow of his brow and the tightness of his jaw. "Man, I hate the way she talks, like some sort of... I don't know," he grumbled, his tone tinged with irritation and disdain.

His companion, mirroring his sentiments, offered a terse nod of agreement. "Stupid bitch," he muttered, his voice a low growl of shared frustration.

A palpable commotion erupted in the wake of Mrs. Bennet's pronouncement, casting a veil of confusion over the classroom as you struggled to decipher the elusive topic of discussion.

"Silence!" The teacher's voice thundered with palpable frustration, commanding the attention of the unruly students.

"Second rule," she continued, her tone firm and unwavering despite the uproar, "those fortunate enough to be chosen shall be entrusted to the care and supervision of the school. Hence, they are obligated to adhere to the established guidelines and regulations, even upon arrival at our destination." Pausing briefly to gather her thoughts, she drew a deep breath before proceeding with her discourse. "And lastly, but by no means least: refrain from engaging in any behavior that may jeopardize our collective integrity. Violators risk immediate repatriation to Hawkins." With a final authoritative sweep of her gaze across the room, she concluded, "The list of selected students shall be posted on the main bulletin board tomorrow. That is all."

The piercing chime of the bell reverberated through the classroom, signaling the cessation of the lesson and prompting a flurry of movement as students scrambled to gather their belongings and vacate the premises.

"Don't forget to inform your parents or legal guardian about the upcoming trip!" Mrs. Bennet's admonition, delivered in a hushed tone, barely penetrated the rush of departing students.

You rose from your seat, methodically collecting your belongings and slinging your backpack over your shoulder before approaching the teacher's desk.

“Um...Mrs. Bennet, may I ask you a question?” Your voice, scarcely above a whisper, carried a note of uncertainty.

“Of course, dear!” Mrs. Bennet's kindly smile lent an air of reassurance to her response.

“I'm afraid I wasn't paying much attention, but where exactly is this trip taking us?” The admission of your inattention weighed heavily upon you, a pang of shame tugging at the corners of your conscience.

“We will be journeying to Romania, dear,” came the gentle reply, causing your blood to run cold and a shiver of unease to course down your spine.

“Oh...yes, thank you…” You offered a weak smile of gratitude before hastily exiting the room, the word "Romania" echoing ominously in your mind.

Romania? In Europe? The revelation sent a chill down your spine as you pondered the implications of this unexpected destination.

As you made your way through the bustling halls towards the cafeteria, a whirlwind of thoughts swirled through your mind like leaves caught in a tempest. Recollections of your class's recent selection to deliver an in-depth presentation on Romania and its rich history flitted through your consciousness, casting a faint glimmer of understanding upon the enigmatic decision to embark on this unexpected journey. Perhaps the school board had deemed the excursion a fitting complement to your studies, an opportunity to immerse yourselves in the culture and heritage you had diligently researched.

Yet, despite the logical rationale behind the trip and the ample resources at Arcadia's disposal, an unsettling sense of disquiet gnawed at the fringes of your consciousness. It was a feeling as elusive as mist, shrouded in ambiguity yet impossible to ignore—a silent whisper of unease that prickled at the back of your mind.

Was it the abruptness of the announcement, or the eerie coincidence of your class's recent academic focus? Or perhaps it was the inscrutable aura surrounding the destination itself, veiled in layers of mystery and intrigue. Whatever the reason, a foreboding sense of unease lingered in the air like a thick fog, refusing to dissipate despite your best efforts to dispel it.

With each step forward, the weight of uncertainty bore down upon you like an oppressive burden, casting a shadow over the otherwise mundane surroundings of the school corridors. And as you approached the cafeteria, the bustling chatter of your peers faded into the background, drowned out by the persistent echo of your own apprehension.

Something was undeniably amiss, though you couldn't quite put your finger on it.

As you entered the bustling cafeteria, the familiar sight of your friends, Robin and Steve, caught your eye, their animated discussion drawing you in like a moth to a flame. With a smile playing at your lips, you approached their table, the lively debate over the prowess of Rhea Ripley and Io Shirai serving as a backdrop to their camaraderie.

"Look, you don't understand anything about fighting, you only watch it because you like to see women," Steve retorted with an air of exasperation, his frustration evident in the tousled locks of his brown hair.

"Doesn't matter! Rhea is the best fighter and—" Robin's fervent defense was abruptly cut off as her gaze alighted upon your arrival, a warm smile spreading across her features.

"How's my little bee buzzing around today?" Robin's affectionate greeting enveloped you in a tight embrace, instantly flooding you with a sense of warmth and belonging amidst the bustling ambiance of the cafeteria.

You couldn't help but playfully roll your eyes at the endearing nickname, a remnant of childhood escapades that had evolved into an inseparable part of your identity. The moniker stemmed from a mischievous encounter with a beehive during your younger years—a venture that ended with a painful sting and a memorable trip to the hospital. Initially coined as a teasing jab by your friends, the nickname had since transformed into a cherished term of endearment, emblematic of the bond you shared with Robin and the rest of your inner circle.

"I'm alright, Robs," you replied softly, offering a small smile as you gently extricated yourself from her warm embrace.

Steve's question cut through the air with a hint of concern, his penetrating gaze triggering a twinge of guilt within you. "Did you eat something?" he inquired, his tone carrying a subtle note of accusation.

"Um, yeah, I did," you responded hesitantly, attempting to mask your discomfort with a faint smile as you noticed both Robin and Steve crossing their arms in unison, a silent testament to their shared concern.

Robin interjected, her voice a gentle blend of calm reassurance and genuine worry. "You know it's important to take care of yourself. We don't want a repeat of last time," she reminded you, her words tinged with a poignant reminder of past struggles.

Closing your eyes momentarily, you couldn't help but be transported back to that difficult period, the memory serving as a stark reminder of the delicate balance between health and neglect, and the profound significance of prioritizing self-care.

A subtle tension hung in the air, tangible yet unspoken, as you deftly navigated the delicate balance between reassurance and concealment, acutely aware of the worry etched upon your friends' faces. Each glance exchanged between you carried the weight of unspoken concerns, a silent acknowledgment of the struggles and scars hidden beneath the surface.

"I know, I know, but honestly, I'm fine. Promise," you offered with a bright grin, hoping to alleviate their concerns even as uncertainty gnawed at the edges of your own resolve.

Steve's protective instincts kicked into high gear, his expression shifting into what you affectionately referred to as "mom mode." "What about your meds? You're staying on top of that, right?" he pressed, his concern palpable in the furrow of his brow and the sharpness of his gaze.

Rolling your eyes playfully, you replied with a smirk, "Of course, Steve. I've got it all under control," the familiar banter between friends serving as a welcome respite from the weightier aspects of the conversation.

As Robin chuckled at the playful banter, you found yourself teetering on the edge of whether to broach the topic of your unsettling dream from the night before. Before you could reach a decision, however, Robin jumped in with a question of her own, effectively diverting the conversation.

"So, have you heard the news?" Robin's inquiry snapped you back to the present moment, her tone tinged with curiosity.

"And seriously, who hasn't heard about it, Buckley? But Romania? What the heck are we doing there?" Steve's incredulous gesture mirrored the bafflement echoing in your own thoughts, prompting a shared moment of bemusement among friends.

"Well, I don't think it's going to be some leisurely trip; it's probably more about enriching our curriculum," you murmured softly, casting a fleeting glance downwards as you contemplated the upcoming excursion.

Noticing your subdued demeanor, Steve's tone softened as he probed gently, "Hey, what's on your mind?"

"It's nothing, really. Just... had another one of those strange dreams," you admitted reluctantly, feeling a weight lift from your shoulders as you confided in your friends.

"Tell us about it," Robin urged, her eyes reflecting a blend of curiosity and empathy, inviting you to share the burden of your unease.

With a deep breath, you began to recount the haunting details of your dream, your words painting a vivid picture of mystery and foreboding. As the narrative unfolded, the tight knot of apprehension in your chest gradually unraveled, replaced by a sense of catharsis and relief in the comforting presence of your closest companions.

In the depths of the dream, you found yourself wandering alone through a dark and mist-laden forest, the heavy fog shrouding your surroundings in an impenetrable veil. Above, the moon cast an eerie glow, illuminating the gnarled trees that swayed ominously in the chilling breeze, their branches reaching out like skeletal fingers clawing at the night.

As you navigated the shadowy landscape, a sense of unease settled over you like a heavy cloak. It was then that you caught sight of a figure lurking behind a nearby tree, seemingly concealed by the very darkness itself. Before you could even muster a word, another presence emerged—a striking ginger-haired woman, towering before you like a sentinel of the night. Draped in a billowing cape that seemed to dance in the ethereal moonlight, her gaze was fixed upon the hidden figure with an intensity that sent shivers down your spine.

In a swift and hauntingly graceful motion, the ginger-haired woman darted towards the tree, her silhouette slicing through the dense mist like a specter in the night. With a predatory speed that sent shivers down your spine, she seized the hidden figure by the neck with a vice-like grip, her fingers coiling possessively around his throat.

Your heart lurched painfully in your chest as the reality of the situation unfolded before your eyes. It was a child, no older than ten, his tear-streaked face contorted in terror as he stared helplessly into the eyes of his captor.

In a gut-wrenching moment of horror, the ginger-haired woman pressed her lips to the boy's exposed neck, her fangs elongating into deadly points as they pierced his tender flesh. A strangled cry tore from the boy's throat, his screams reverberating through the eerie silence of the forest like a harrowing echo.

Frozen in terror, you could only watch in stunned disbelief as the woman drained the lifeblood from the child's veins, each desperate gulp sending a chill coursing down your spine. The sickening sight unfolded before you like a nightmare brought to life, leaving you paralyzed with dread as the darkness of the forest enveloped you in its suffocating embrace.

As the boy's limp form crumpled to the forest floor, a chilling transformation swept over the tall woman, her features contorting into a grotesque mask of cruelty. With a disturbing calmness, she descended upon the lifeless body, her movements devoid of remorse or humanity.

With chilling precision, she began to snap the boy's fragile bones, each sickening crack echoing through the stillness of the forest like a macabre symphony of horror. With merciless brutality, she twisted his limbs into grotesque angles, her actions a twisted mockery of tenderness and care.

The sickening sound of bones breaking reverberated through the air, drowning out your desperate cries for mercy. With each agonizing snap, the boy's form contorted under the weight of her relentless assault, his once-fragile body now a twisted canvas of pain and suffering.

Your screams tore from your throat in a raw torrent of anguish, your voice a futile plea for the mercy that would never come. But your cries were lost amidst the cruel cacophony of violence, swallowed by the darkness of the forest and the merciless hands of his assailant.

In the cruel grip of terror, you could only watch helplessly as the boy's fate was sealed by the cruel hands of his assailant, his innocence shattered beneath the weight of her unfathomable cruelty.

In a moment of chilling clarity, the woman's dark gaze pierced through the shadows of the forest, locking onto you with an unsettling intensity. A twisted smile danced upon her lips, a sinister curve that seemed to mock the very fabric of your existence. With an accusatory gesture, she pointed towards the lifeless body at her feet, her voice dripping with venomous accusation.

"Look what you made me do..." Her words hung in the air like a sinister taunt, each syllable laden with malice and contempt. The weight of her accusation bore down upon you like a leaden weight, sending a shiver of terror coursing down your spine as you recoiled in horror.

With a sudden jolt, you snapped awake, your heart pounding in your chest like a thunderous drumbeat. Drenched in a cold sweat, you lay frozen in the darkness, the lingering sensation of dread coiling in the pit of your stomach like a serpent poised to strike. The nightmarish vision that had haunted your sleep refused to release its grip, its tendrils of fear winding around your consciousness with relentless tenacity as you struggled to shake off its suffocating embrace.

The two of them stood frozen in the aftermath of your harrowing account, their faces contorted with a mixture of horror, fear, and disbelief. Steve's voice quivered with concern as he broke the heavy silence, his words laden with genuine worry.

"Oh my God, this... This is horrific. You shouldn't be having these kinds of dreams again, it's like a nightmare!" His voice carried a tremor of unease, reflecting the gravity of the situation.

"I know, but the..." you began, your words trailing off as another voice cut through the tension, interrupting your attempt to explain.

"Y/n... Have you been messing with that stuff again?" Robin's expression was grave, her gaze probing as she referenced the dark history tied to the old diaries of your great-grandmother.

The mention of "that stuff" sent a chill down your spine, evoking memories of the ancient diaries that had once belonged to your great-grandmother—an enigmatic figure shrouded in tales of witchcraft and tragedy. The mere mention of those forbidden tomes dredged up a host of unsettling memories, stirring the murky depths of your family's hidden past.

"What? No! It's all been stored and locked away in the attic since... since my parents disappeared," you explained in a rush, the words tumbling out in a mixture of denial and frustration as you sought to reassure your friends.

Relief washed over Steve and Robin's faces, their expressions softening as the weight of suspicion lifted from their shoulders. Yet, despite their reassurance, a lingering unease lingered in the back of your mind, a nagging sense that there was more to your unsettling dreams than met the eye.

Steve, ever the master of lightening the mood, broke the tense silence with a grin. "Know what sounds like the perfect antidote to our nightmare-induced stress?" he asked, his voice infused with a hint of excitement. "Let's shift gears and head to my place. We'll dive into a marathon of movies, raid the junk food stash, and engage in some lighthearted banter."

"Count me in for the movie marathon and junk food fest!" Robin exclaimed eagerly, her enthusiasm infectious as she swiftly gathered her belongings and trailed after Harrington with a bounce in her step.

"Sure, sounds like just what we need," you agreed with a half-hearted smile, your thoughts still weighed down by the unsettling visions that plagued your sleep.

As your friends exited the room, leaving you alone with your thoughts, the lingering sense of disquiet intensified. Despite the facade of normalcy and the promise of distraction, a nagging feeling persisted—a whispered reminder of the deeper mysteries that lurked beneath the surface, waiting to be unraveled.

Meanwhile, across town, the tranquil facade of Hawkins was shattered by the brutal aftermath of a crime, sending shockwaves rippling through the community. Oblivious to the ominous shadows that loomed on the horizon, the police department and residents found themselves thrust into a harrowing ordeal.

Police cruisers dotted the perimeter of the forest, their flashing lights piercing through the darkness like beacons of distress. Amidst the dense canopy of trees, yellow crime scene tape crisscrossed between the trunks, marking off the area like a sinister web woven by unseen hands. Reporters and news vans swarmed at the edges of the containment barrier, their clamor echoing through the stillness of the forest as they vied for a glimpse of the unfolding tragedy and hungered for a sensational scoop.

At the heart of the chaos stood Police Chief Jim Hopper, his rugged features etched with a mixture of shock and apprehension. This was undoubtedly one of the most chilling crimes to have ever befallen the city, and the weight of responsibility pressed heavily upon him. With every passing moment, the mystery deepened, casting a pall of uncertainty over the once-peaceful town of Hawkins.

"Sam Prescot, age 8, last seen taking out the trash last night," one of the officers reported grimly, the weight of the words hanging heavily in the air like a leaden weight.

The man nodded gravely, his tired eyes fixed on the scene before him as he lifted his coffee cup to his lips, the bitter liquid offering little solace amidst the unfolding tragedy. An investigator approached, his expression grave as he delivered a somber report on the grim tableau that lay before them.

"According to reports, the boy was last seen taking out the trash, but none of the neighbors witnessed any commotion or unusual noise," the investigator explained, his voice tinged with a mixture of sorrow and frustration as he led the sheriff towards the boy's lifeless form.

"Some residents mentioned hearing the screams and cries of a child in the vicinity, but none dared to investigate," he continued, his words a sobering reminder of the community's collective fear and reluctance to intervene. The two men came to a halt a few feet from where the boy lay, their hearts heavy with the weight of the unspeakable tragedy that had befallen young Sam Prescot.

As Chief Hopper beheld the harrowing sight before him, a sickening feeling gripped his stomach like a vice, his heart heavy with grief and anger at the senseless tragedy that had befallen young Sam Prescot.

Sam's once-vibrant form lay twisted amidst the shadowy undergrowth, a grotesque tableau of suffering etched upon his contorted features. His limbs, once full of youthful energy, were now bent at unnatural angles, bones jutting out through torn flesh like jagged shards of agony. Wide-eyed in terror, his mouth hung open in a silent scream, a grim rictus of horror frozen upon his pale face—a haunting testament to the unimaginable pain and fear he had endured in his final moments.

Chief Hopper clenched his jaw tightly, his fists trembling with a mixture of sorrow and righteous fury. This was not just a crime scene; it was a desecration of innocence, a betrayal of the very fabric of humanity.

Chief Hopper's heart plummeted as he beheld the gruesome sight before him, his breath catching in his throat at the savage evidence of unspeakable violence inflicted upon young Sam Prescot.

Prescot's once-whole torso now bore the cruel marks of brutality, a gaping wound that cleaved him from neck to pelvis, his shattered ribs protruding like jagged teeth from the torn flesh. The very core of his being lay exposed, his innards strewn about in a macabre display of carnage—a tangled mass of torn flesh and viscera, intermingled with the shattered remnants of vital organs that had once sustained the vibrant life of a young boy.

Yet, amidst the horror and devastation, it was the savage mutilation of the boy's genitalia that elicited a guttural gasp of horror from the seasoned lawman. In a cruel and depraved act of barbarity, the innocence of youth had been violently ripped away, leaving behind a gaping void of despair and revulsion—a desecration of innocence that shook Chief Hopper to his core and ignited a blazing fury within his soul.

As Chief Hopper recoiled in shock, a chilling realization settled over him like a shroud of darkness: this was no ordinary crime scene. It was a stark testament to the depths of human depravity, a grim reminder of the darkness that lurked within the shadows, waiting to consume the innocent and the unsuspecting. And as he stood amidst the twisted wreckage of a young life torn asunder, Chief Hopper knew that this was only the beginning of a nightmare that would haunt him for years to come.

"Sweet Jesus…"

The investigator's voice quivered as he examined Sam's lifeless form. The boy's legs contorted into a twisted "W" shape, the bones crushed so brutally that fragments protruded from his mangled toes, twisted at grotesque angles. Each new detail uncovered seemed to deepen the horror of the scene, adding another layer to the incomprehensible brutality inflicted upon the young victim.

Chief Hopper's jaw clenched tightly, his fists balling at his sides as a wave of revulsion and fury surged through him. This was not just a crime—it was an atrocity, a vile assault on everything decent and good in the world.

"We're still in the dark about what could've done this. Could it have been some kind of animal attack?" The investigator pondered aloud, his gaze fixed on the grim tableau before him.

"Not even the fiercest beast would inflict such brutality," Chief Hopper replied, his tone tinged with a grim certainty born of years of experience. "Cover the body and ensure no one stumbles upon this scene until we have answers."

As Hopper turned to depart, a sense of unease settled over him like a heavy cloak, the hairs on the back of his neck prickling with an instinctual warning. It was as if unseen eyes were watching his every move, the oppressive weight of the forest bearing down upon him with an almost tangible presence.

Little did he know, perched high atop a nearby tree, a mysterious figure observed his every action with keen interest, its presence cloaked in shadow as it remained concealed from sight. With a silent and calculating gaze, it watched as Chief Hopper made his way through the underbrush, a harbinger of unseen dangers yet to come.

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𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰 |𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐲, 𝟎𝟔:𝟎𝟎 𝐩.𝐦|

Taglist (open): @ali-r3n @birdysaturne @maedesculpaeusoubi

Warnings for this chapter: +18, heavy content, dark themes, volence, blood, child death, child torture, gore, witchcraft, disfigurement, murder, nightmares, Reader takes meds to help her sleep, cruelty, allusion to eating disorder.

Romania? In Europe? The revelation sent a chill down your spine as you pondered the implications of this unexpected destination.

Something was undeniably amiss, though you couldn't quite put your finger on it.

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𝐀𝐥𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐳: 𝐂𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝟔𝟔

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: At midnight's stroke, a phantom returns, unraveling a web of secrets. With each revelation, old scars bleed anew, casting shadows on the present.

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Blood, violence, first heartbroken, mentions of death, Eddie is a little mean with Jason, jealousy.

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 7,6k

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: Reader has "Sunny" and "Raven" as nicknames

𝐍𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫.

𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞'𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

The first time I laid eyes on Sunny, we were just wide-eyed kindergartners, navigating the chaotic playground like tiny sailors in a storm. And there she was, standing apart from the colorful swirl of children, in a strange white outfit that seemed completely out of place amidst the sea of vibrant attire. It almost resembled a prison jumpsuit, stark and out of sync with the innocence of childhood, and there, right on her chest, was a bold number: 65.

Sunny was a small, delicate creature, with an aura of timidity that seemed to envelop her like a protective cloak. She moved through the playground like a wisp of wind, darting between bushes and seeking solace behind the sturdy trunk of the grand tree that housed a wooden sanctuary in its branches. Her steps were quick, as if she feared drawing attention to herself, and her head remained bowed, as though she carried the weight of the world upon her tiny shoulders.

I often found her nestled amidst the foliage, her doe-like eyes wide with a mixture of apprehension and longing. It was as if she sought refuge in the shadows, fearing the harshness of the world beyond. Yet, despite her attempts to blend into the background, her presence was a beacon to my curious gaze.

In the midst of our playful chaos, Sunny stood as a solitary figure, an enigma wrapped in innocence. And though she may have seemed fragile and elusive, there was a quiet strength that emanated from her, a resilience that belied her tender years. From that moment on, I felt drawn to unravel the mystery of the girl in the white jumpsuit, to uncover the secrets that lay hidden beneath her shy demeanor.

I found myself captivated by Sunny's presence every time we ventured outside to play, even though she belonged to a different class. There was an air of curiosity about her that drew me in, like a moth to a flame. From a distance, I observed her with a mixture of awe and fascination, admiring the delicate way she navigated the playground with her small, tentative steps.

One thing that always intrigued me was the way she interacted with the toys scattered across the playground. Her tiny hands would reach out tentatively, hesitating before making contact with the unfamiliar objects. It was as if she was encountering them for the first time, unsure of what to make of these colorful, mysterious treasures.

I watched with rapt attention as her fingers explored each toy, her expression a mixture of wonder and puzzlement. There was a certain innocence in the way she approached the world, as if every encounter was a new adventure waiting to be discovered.

Despite the distance between us, I felt a kinship with Sunny, as if we were kindred spirits navigating the vast expanse of childhood together. And though I admired her from afar, there was a part of me that longed to bridge the gap between us, to reach out and share in the enchantment of her world.

As I watched Sunny, entranced by her innocent discoveries, I found myself drawn deeper into her world. Nothing else compared to the sheer joy I felt when witnessing her eyes widen in amazement, her little mouth forming a perfect "O" of wonder as she unraveled the mysteries of the playground. It was as if each new revelation was a symphony playing out before my eyes, and I was privileged to be an audience of one.

Football, basketball, even video games—all faded into insignificance compared to the simple pleasure of observing Sunny's exploration of the world around us. The rush of euphoria that swept through me whenever I caught sight of her, the strange fluttering sensation in the pit of my stomach—it was unlike anything I had ever experienced.

And then there was her hair, a cascade of soft curls tied up in playful pigtails, adorned with vibrant red ribbons that danced in the breeze. They seemed to beckon me closer, tempting me to reach out and touch the silky strands, despite knowing that such an act might startle her into flight.

Yet, even as I yearned to bridge the gap between us, I hesitated, afraid to shatter the fragile bubble of her innocence. So instead, I contented myself with watching from afar, cherishing every moment spent in her presence, and etching the memory of her beautiful hair and enchanting discoveries into the deepest recesses of my heart.

Sunny's laughter—it was a melody that echoed in the chambers of my soul, a symphony of joy that resonated within me like nothing else. Each peal of laughter was like a gift, wrapping me in warmth and sweetness, filling me with a sense of bliss that I couldn't quite put into words. I could have listened to her laughter for eternity and still hunger for more, so intoxicating was its effect on me.

The first time I heard her laugh, it was as if the world around me faded into oblivion, leaving only her and the sound of her pure, unadulterated joy. My heart raced in my chest, threatening to burst from the sheer intensity of my emotions, while my cheeks ached from the force of my smile. I watched her, spellbound, as her entire being seemed to radiate happiness, her shoulders shaking with mirth, her lips curved into a smile that lit up the entire playground. In that moment, time stood still, and it was just her and me, cocooned in our own little world of laughter and smiles.

It was then that I realized the depth of my feelings for Sunny—a love that blossomed silently within me, unfurling like the petals of a delicate flower. Though we had never exchanged a single word, she occupied every corner of my thoughts, her presence a constant source of fascination and longing. It was a love both pure and true, one that would accompany me through the passage of time, shaping the course of my life in ways I could never have imagined.

Little did I know then that this love, so innocent and all-encompassing, would eventually lead me down a path fraught with sorrow and madness. But in that moment, as I stood enraptured by the sound of Sunny's laughter, all I knew was the overwhelming joy of loving her, and the bittersweet ache of longing for something beyond my reach.

The decision to finally approach Sunny filled me with a mix of excitement and apprehension. I had seen how others' attempts to befriend her often ended in disappointment, with Sunny retreating further into her shell. But something inside me urged me to try, to break through the barrier that separated us and forge a connection with the girl who occupied my thoughts day and night.

So, on that fateful Friday morning of August 15, 2003, I made a conscious effort to prepare myself for the encounter. I rose from my bed an hour earlier than usual, determined to present myself in the best possible light. I had even enlisted the help of my mother, who carefully selected my finest attire for the occasion.

As I stood before my wardrobe, I deliberated over my choice of clothing, wanting to make the perfect impression on Sunny. In the end, I settled on my favorite t-shirt—a black masterpiece adorned with a cheerful blue dinosaur, its toothy grin stretching from ear to ear. Paired with cream-colored cargo shorts and my trusty black all-star sneakers, I felt ready to face the day ahead.

My parents observed me with bemused expressions as I paced back and forth, my excitement palpable in the air. Though they didn't fully understand the significance of my actions, their silent support buoyed my spirits, giving me the courage I needed to take that crucial step towards Sunny.

"What's going on with our little adventurer?" My father lowered the newspaper, his eyes filled with curiosity as he sipped from his mug of steaming coffee.

My mother glanced up from her morning tasks, her brow furrowed in concern. "I'm not sure, dear. He asked me to lay out his best clothes this morning, but he didn't give me any further explanation. Perhaps it's school picture day? Although, I feel like we would have received a notice about that."

My father nodded thoughtfully, setting aside his coffee mug as he folded the newspaper neatly. "You may be right, but something tells me it's more than just picture day. Our boy has been acting rather... determined lately."

With a reassuring pat on my mother's shoulder, he rose from his chair and made his way towards my room. His steps were measured, his mind undoubtedly racing with questions and speculations about my sudden burst of initiative.

As I sat on the bench in front of the bathroom mirror, my father entered, his presence filling the room with warmth and reassurance. He watched me with a bemused expression as I carefully applied a dab of his aftershave to my cheeks, a gesture meant to make me feel grown-up and confident.

"Isn't that aftershave a bit too mature for you?" he quipped, leaning casually against the door frame.

I shook my head emphatically. "No, Dad. I need to be perfect today. Nothing can go wrong."

He chuckled at my earnestness. "And what's so important today? Are you meeting the president or something?"

I grinned at his joke, but my mind was already consumed with thoughts of Sunny. "No, Dad. It's someone much more important than the president."

His eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Oh, really? And who might that be?"

I beamed at him, unable to contain my excitement. "Sunny, Dad!"

Understanding dawned in his eyes as he remembered my infatuation with the mysterious girl from school. "Ah, of course. How could I forget?"

With renewed determination, I finished combing my hair and bounded off the bench, eager to face the day ahead. As I hurried past my father, he smiled at my enthusiasm, a silent source of encouragement in my quest to finally speak to Sunny.

In the kitchen, my mother had transitioned from her morning coffee to washing dishes, her melodic humming filling the room. I stopped beside her, striking my best pose in an attempt to impress.

"Wow, Jace! You look absolutely handsome," she exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with maternal pride.

I couldn't help but voice my concerns about my choice of attire. "Do you think Sunny will like my t-shirt? Isn't it too scary for her?"

Her gentle touch and reassuring words melted away my worries. "I think she'll love it, sweetheart."

With a quick glance at the clock, I realized that time was slipping away. Hastily grabbing my backpack, I dashed upstairs, calling out to my father that we were running late. Racing back downstairs, I passed him at the door, his laughter following me out into the bright morning sunlight. Today was the day—nothing could dampen my spirits as I embarked on my mission to finally speak to Sunny.

As we drove to school in my father's BMW, the atmosphere in the car was serene, save for the soft background music playing on the radio. My father hummed along to the familiar tune, the lyrics weaving a subtle irony into the fabric of the day.

"Get up, come on, why're you scared? You'll never change what's been and gone…" The words of the song seemed to echo in the confines of the car, their meaning lingering in the air like a premonition of things to come.

Little did I know that this day would mark not only my first attempt at reaching out to Sunny but also the unveiling of two profound truths: the sting of heartbreak and an unexpected aversion to blue dinosaurs.

As we pulled up to the school gates, I took a deep breath, steeling myself for the momentous encounter that awaited me. Despite the flutter of nerves in my stomach, I couldn't help but feel a surge of determination coursing through my veins.

Disappointment weighed heavily on my shoulders as I entered the familiar hallway, scanning the faces of the children bustling around me, but finding no sign of Sunny. With a heavy heart, I bid farewell to my father, masking my disappointment with a forced smile, just as I did every morning.

Taking a deep breath, I pushed open the door to my classroom and stepped inside, greeted by the familiar sight of the light blue walls adorned with colorful decorations. Alphabet letters danced across the walls, while oversized pencils and whimsical drawings added a touch of whimsy to the room.

I quickly made my way to my usual seat near the door, positioning myself strategically to have the best view of the entrance. My heart raced with anticipation, each passing moment stretching into eternity as I waited anxiously for Sunny's arrival.

"Psi, Jason!" The soft voice, like a gentle breeze, drew my attention from the swirl of thoughts in my mind. I turned, my eyes widening slightly, curiosity piqued by the unexpected interruption.

It was Chrissy, her blonde locks cascading in gentle waves around her delicate features, her blue eyes sparkling with warmth and sincerity. From the very first day of school, she had been a beacon of kindness and friendship in the sea of unfamiliar faces.

"Yes? You called me?" My voice carried a note of curiosity as I met her gaze, my eyebrows raised in anticipation of her words.

Chrissy's cheeks flushed with a delicate shade of pink as she nervously twirled a lock of hair around her finger, her gaze momentarily dropping to the floor. "I just... I just wanted to say that I really liked your shirt. I love dinosaurs." Her words tumbled out in a soft rush, tinged with a hint of embarrassment.

A grin spread across my face at her compliment, excitement bubbling within me like a fizzy soda. "You think? It's my favorite outfit! My mom gave it to me for my fifth birthday. It’s a limited edition from the triceratops family collection!" I exclaimed eagerly, thrilled to discover a shared passion for dinosaurs with Chrissy.

"Yes! I have the same shirt but in the pink version. It’s my favorite too!" Chrissy's voice rose in enthusiasm, the two of us now engrossed in animated conversation, our words echoing through the hallway for all to hear.

But amidst our laughter and chatter, a familiar sound pierced through the air like a beacon in the night—an unmistakable laugh that sent shivers down my spine.

I paused mid-sentence, my heart skipping a beat as I recognized that laugh, a melody etched into the deepest recesses of my memory. That laugh...

As I turned towards the door, my heart sank like a stone plummeting into the depths of the ocean. There she was—Sunny, my elusive muse, entering her classroom. But this time, she wasn't alone. My heart clenched painfully as I watched her hand entwined with that of a stranger—a boy I had never seen before.

A surge of emotions washed over me, the bitterness of disappointment mingling with the sting of jealousy. My eyebrows furrowed involuntarily, my mouth twisting into a sad grimace as I struggled to make sense of the scene unfolding before me.

The boy by Sunny's side was a stark contrast to her delicate frame. Taller, slender, with a shaven head reminiscent of army soldiers, he exuded an aura of mystery that unsettled me. His pale skin seemed to glow against the backdrop of his all-black attire, a stark contrast to Sunny's innocence and vibrancy.

Who was he? Why was he here, holding Sunny's hand as if he had every right to be by her side? These questions gnawed at the edges of my mind, fueling the flames of resentment that threatened to consume me.

In that moment, I realized with a pang of despair that my hopes of approaching Sunny had been dashed. The presence of this unknown boy cast a shadow over my aspirations, leaving me feeling powerless and insignificant in his wake.

I didn't know who he was, and frankly, I didn't care. All I knew was that I didn't like him—not one bit.

As the mysterious boy turned to leave, my gaze lingered on him, fixating on the Jurassic Park logo emblazoned boldly across his shirt. The sight of the iconic dinosaur figure rendered with such realism sent a shiver down my spine, but it seemed to captivate Sunny rather than repel her. I watched in fascination as she poked the boy and engaged him in conversation about his shirt, her curiosity shining through despite the presence of the intimidating dinosaur imagery.

Lost in contemplation, I followed the boy's departure with a mixture of confusion and intrigue, my mind swirling with unanswered questions. Who was he? What was his connection to Sunny? And why did his presence evoke such conflicting emotions within me?

But as he vanished from sight, my attention was abruptly drawn back to the doorway where Sunny stood, her gaze fixed on me with a startling intensity. Caught off guard by her unwavering stare, I felt a jolt of nervousness shoot through me, my pulse quickening in response.

Summoning all the courage I could muster, I took a deep breath and offered her my best smile, hoping to convey the warmth and sincerity of my feelings. To my surprise and delight, Sunny returned the gesture, her own smile lighting up her face in a way I had never seen before.

In that fleeting moment, the world around us faded into insignificance, leaving only the two of us locked in a silent exchange of understanding and connection. It was the first time she had smiled at me, and in that precious instant, all thoughts of the mysterious boy vanished from my mind, replaced by the overwhelming joy of her acceptance.

Unbeknownst to me, Chrissy's expression had shifted, her features contorted into a mask of sadness as she observed the exchange between Sunny and me. But in the blissful oblivion of that moment, I remained oblivious to her silent turmoil, my focus consumed entirely by the radiant presence of the girl who had captured my heart.

With my smile firmly plastered on my face, I navigated through the remaining classes, the anticipation of snack time and playground adventures propelling me forward with a sense of eager anticipation. Time seemed to both crawl and fly simultaneously, each passing moment bringing me closer to the opportunity I had been waiting for.

As the bell rang signaling snack time, my heart raced with nervous excitement. This was it—the moment I had been preparing for, the chance to finally speak to Sunny without the distractions of the classroom.

With trembling hands, I discreetly wiped away the sweat that had gathered on my palms, my nerves betraying the calm facade I tried to maintain. I made a conscious effort to eat quickly, barely chewing my food in my eagerness to make the most of our time at the playground.

As I rose from my seat and deposited my tray in the metal dispenser, my mind raced with a flurry of thoughts and emotions. I was so focused on my goal that I barely registered the familiar surroundings of the cafeteria, my senses honed in on the singular objective of reaching Sunny.

With determined strides, I made my way towards the playground, my heart pounding in my chest as I scanned the area for her familiar figure. And then, like a beacon in the distance, I spotted her—a solitary figure crouched in the sandbox, lost in her own world of play.

My breath caught in my throat as I approached, the weight of anticipation settling heavily on my shoulders. This was it—the moment of truth. With each step closer to Sunny, my resolve strengthened, fueled by the unshakeable belief that this encounter would mark the beginning of something extraordinary.

As I approached Sunny with hesitant steps, my heart pounded in my chest, each beat echoing the magnitude of the moment. This was my chance to finally bridge the gap between us, to break through the barriers that had kept us apart for so long.

"Hey…" I began, my voice trembling with nervousness. "Hey!"

But my attempt at initiating conversation seemed to startle her, her eyes widening in fear as she recoiled, darting away from me like a frightened deer. Panic surged through me as I watched her retreat, my heart sinking with each step she took.

"No, no, it's okay!" I called after her, desperation lacing my words as I reached out in a futile attempt to reassure her. "I just want to be your friend!"

But my words fell on deaf ears as Sunny continued to move away, her pace quickening with each passing moment. Without thinking, I found myself following after her, driven by a sense of determination to make her understand.

"Wait!" I cried out, my voice carrying with it a note of urgency that only seemed to further alarm her. "I just want to talk to you! Stop running from me!"

But my efforts were in vain, for as I closed in on her, a sudden impact rocked me to my core, sending me crashing to the ground with a resounding thud. Pain radiated through my chest as my head collided with something hard, the world spinning in a dizzying blur as I struggled to make sense of what had just happened.

Slowly, the fog of confusion lifted, and I realized with a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach that someone—or something—had knocked me to the ground. As I blinked away the disorientation, I found myself face to face with the unexpected assailant, their presence looming over me like a shadow in the dim light of the playground.

"Teddy!" Sunny's voice reached me, trembling with concern, but it sounded distant, as if coming from another world. I struggled to focus through the haze of pain that enveloped me.

"Hey Raven, did he hurt you?" Another voice, unfamiliar yet boyish, pierced the fog, adding to the disorienting cacophony that surrounded me.

Gingerly, I lowered myself to the ground, cradling the back of my head where the pain throbbed relentlessly. As my hand came away wet with blood, panic surged within me, mingling with the ache of betrayal that gnawed at my heart.

With trembling hands, I wiped away the dirt, sand, and mud that clung to my clothes, my gaze flickering anxiously towards Sunny. But my heart sank as I witnessed her seeking solace in the arms of the mysterious boy, his pale arms wrapped protectively around her as he pressed a kiss to her hair.

A wave of despair washed over me as I realized the depth of my mistake. I had frightened Sunny so much that this boy felt compelled to intervene, his presence a stark reminder of my failure to connect with her. What had I done to deserve such rejection?

Tears welled in my eyes as I turned away, the weight of disappointment heavy upon my shoulders. With a heavy heart, I made to retreat back inside, to nurse my wounds in solitude and lick my wounds in private.

But before I could take a single step, his voice cut through the air like a whip, sharp and angry. It was a voice that brooked no argument, demanding my attention and holding me in place with its forceful command.

"Hey you!" His voice boomed, cutting through the air like a thunderclap. My heart pounded in my chest, fear coursing through my veins like a river in flood. The boy, towering over me with a presence that seemed to dwarf the playground itself, strode purposefully towards me, his expression twisted with anger.

My throat tightened as he stood before me, his gaze piercing through me like a dagger. I felt small and insignificant in his presence, a mere speck compared to his imposing stature.

“What do you think you’re doing? Do you think it’s funny to scare others like that?” His words were sharp, his tone laced with venom as he glared at me with undisguised hostility.

"I was just—" I began, but my words faltered as his hand shot out, wrapping around my neck with a vice-like grip. Panic surged through me, my breath catching in my throat as I struggled against his grasp.

“Listen here you little shit,” he growled, his voice low and menacing. "If I see you near Raven again, I swear I will beat you until you turn inside out." With a forceful shove, he released me, sending me stumbling backwards, my head swimming with a whirlwind of emotions.

As he turned to walk away, a final taunt laced with cruelty cut through the air like a knife. "And one more thing…" he sneered, his words dripping with disdain. "She thought your shirt was ridiculous. See if you grow up a little and stop being such a big baby."

With that, he disappeared into the distance, leaving me standing alone in the playground, tears streaming down my cheeks unchecked. In that moment of solitude, I allowed myself to surrender to the overwhelming tide of sadness and despair that threatened to consume me.

I cried for scaring Sunny, for the humiliation of being confronted by the boy, and for the crushing realization that I could never be the person she needed. But most of all, I cried for the painful truth that I would never be able to erase the image of her in his arms, finding solace and protection in the embrace of another.

"Jason!" The voice pierced through the fog of my despair, but I brushed it aside, too lost in my own misery to respond. Yet, the hands that gently lifted my tear-stained face demanded my attention, and when I looked up, I found Chrissy's concerned gaze fixed upon me.

"My God, what happened to you?" Her voice was filled with worry, her blue eyes reflecting the concern that tugged at my heartstrings.

"I fell, that's all," I murmured quietly, my voice barely audible above the tumult of emotions swirling within me.

Without hesitation, Chrissy took charge, her small hands guiding me with gentle determination towards the infirmary. With each step, her presence offered a glimmer of solace amidst the chaos of my thoughts.

As we entered the infirmary, Chrissy explained the situation to the old lady who worked there, her voice steady and reassuring. The nurse's diagnosis was grim, her words a sobering reminder of the extent of my injuries.

"You hurt yourself badly, darling," she murmured as she tended to my wound, her touch gentle yet firm. "We'll have to call your parents to come pick you up."

Alone once more, Chrissy's presence was a beacon of comfort in the midst of my turmoil. But when her fingers brushed against the tender spot above the shirt where I had received the impact, a surge of anger flared within me, fueled by the pain of rejection and humiliation.

"It's just a stupid shirt!" I snapped, my words laced with bitterness and frustration. "Why don't you grow up and stop being a big baby?"

The hurt in Chrissy's eyes mirrored the pain in my own heart as tears welled up, threatening to spill over. In that moment of recklessness, I lashed out, heedless of the damage my words inflicted upon her fragile spirit.

With a heavy heart, I turned away and stormed out of the infirmary, leaving Chrissy alone with her tears and my cruel words echoing in the silence. It was a moment of regret and remorse, a harsh reminder of the consequences of my own shortcomings.

As my father's car pulled up, I felt a mix of relief and resignation wash over me. Climbing into the passenger seat, I settled in with a heavy heart, the weight of the day's events pressing down upon me like a suffocating blanket.

As we drove home, my father attempted to breach the silence with words of comfort and reassurance, but I shut him down before he could even begin.

"Son—"

"No!" I interjected, my voice sharp with emotion. "I don't want to talk about it, Dad. Just take me home... Please."

With that, I retreated into myself, curling up in the car seat and staring out of the window with vacant eyes. The passing houses and buildings blurred into a monotonous stream of scenery, each one a reminder of the world I longed to escape.

In the background, the radio played softly, tuned to my father's favorite station. A familiar song drifted through the speakers, its melancholic melody weaving through the air like a bittersweet lament.

"Take what you need, and be on your way," the lyrics crooned, their haunting refrain echoing the ache in my heart. "And stop crying your heart out…"

The words resonated within me, their poignant message a poignant reminder that sometimes, in the face of adversity, all we can do is pick ourselves up and move forward. But in that moment, as tears threatened to spill from my eyes once more, it felt like an impossible task.

As the words cut through the air, your world seemed to halt. "Hello, Sunny. Did you miss me?" The voice, once familiar yet now a haunting echo from the past, pierced through your every defense, leaving you frozen in place.

Your breath caught in your throat, and a wave of unease washed over you, threatening to pull you under. It couldn't be him, could it? But as you turned to face the source of the voice, there he stood, Jason, resolute and unchanged despite the passage of time.

His presence was like a specter from a bygone era, stirring up memories you had long tried to suppress. His blonde hair impeccably styled, his sharp suit a stark contrast to the turmoil raging within you. And those piercing blue eyes, once a source of comfort, now sent shivers down your spine.

Clouded by a flood of emotions, you struggled to find your voice. "What... what are you doing here?" Your words wavered, barely audible over the rushing of blood in your ears. Tears threatened to spill from your eyes as the weight of the past bore down upon you once more, a heavy burden you had hoped to escape.

Jason's words hung heavy in the air, each syllable laden with a weight you couldn't bear. "You are more beautiful than the day I thought I lost you…" His gaze bore into you, filled with a mixture of sadness and longing that mirrored the turmoil within your own soul.

Your throat tightened at his words, a flood of memories threatening to overwhelm you. The pain of your past, the secrets you carried like burdens in your heart, all came rushing back with a force that left you reeling.

Hawkins. The mere mention of the town sent a shiver down your spine, a reminder of all that you had lost and all that you had left behind. You had fled Hawkins for a reason, a reason buried deep within the recesses of your mind, locked away like a forbidden treasure.

But even as you tried to push the memories away, they clawed at the edges of your consciousness, threatening to break free and consume you whole. The darkness of your secret weighed heavy on your soul, a constant reminder of the pain and suffering you had endured.

And yet, despite it all, Jason stood before you, unaware of the true reason for your departure. His words were a painful reminder of all that you had lost, and all that you had left behind. But even as his gaze searched yours for answers, you knew that some secrets were better left buried in the depths of the abyss, forever hidden from prying eyes.

"And to think that I stood against an entire city for you, so that in the end you did what? Stab me in the back and disappear into the world, leaving me in that hell of a city wondering if I would ever find you or… Or your remains." His words hit you like a blow to the chest, knocking the breath from your lungs and leaving you reeling.

The accusation in his voice was like a dagger to your heart, each word dripping with resentment and betrayal. You could feel the weight of his anger bearing down on you, suffocating you with its intensity.

Memories flooded back with a vengeance, each one more painful than the last. The choices you had made, the lies you had told, all of it coming back to haunt you in this moment of reckoning.

Tears welled up in your eyes as you struggled to find the words to respond, to explain the inexplicable. But what could you say? How could you justify your actions when even you couldn't make sense of them?

His words echoed in your mind, a relentless refrain that tore at your very soul. You had hurt him, betrayed him, and now you were faced with the consequences of your actions.

As his voice trailed off, the silence that followed was deafening, punctuated only by the echoes of your own regrets.

"Why are you here?" Your words cut through the tension like a knife, each syllable dripping with the weight of your pain and disillusionment. You made no effort to hide the raw emotion that simmered beneath the surface, letting it spill forth unchecked.

Jason's gaze hardened at the coldness in your tone, his expression a mask of resentment and hurt. The question seemed to strike a nerve, dredging up memories and emotions that neither of you were prepared to confront.

For a moment, silence hung heavy between you, thick with the weight of unspoken words and forgotten moments. The air crackled with tension, each heartbeat echoing the ache of betrayal and abandonment that lingered between you.

In that fleeting moment, you were both prisoners of your own pain, trapped in a web of unresolved feelings and unspoken truths. One heart stabbed by betrayal, the other burdened by the weight of secrets and unvoiced emotions.

As you locked eyes with Jason, the silence stretched on, a testament to the gulf that had formed between you. And in that silent exchange, you both knew that some wounds ran too deep to ever truly heal.

"Why are you here, Jason?" Your voice trembled with a mixture of disbelief and desperation, the words hanging heavy in the air between you.

Jason's gaze faltered, his eyes dropping to his shoes as if unable to meet your accusing stare. Despite the facade of indifference he tried to maintain, the pain etched into the lines of his face betrayed the turmoil within.

"Don't you know? He asked for you." His voice was tinged with bitterness, a hint of disgust lacing his words.

The weight of his revelation crashed over you like a tidal wave, threatening to engulf you in its icy embrace. Your knees buckled beneath you, sending you crashing to the ground, but Carver's strong arms caught you before you could fully succumb to the cold, unforgiving floor.

As he held you close, murmuring words of comfort that fell on deaf ears, you felt as if the world around you had faded into nothingness, leaving only the echoes of Jason's words ringing in your ears.

"No... He-he no... dead, I saw... I saw him..." Your voice was barely a whisper, choked with tears and the weight of memories too painful to bear.

In that moment, the horrors of the past came crashing back with a vengeance, the flames of the hospital fire licking at the edges of your consciousness. You could still feel the heat against your skin, smell the acrid smoke as it filled your lungs, and hear the screams of those trapped within.

But amidst the chaos and despair, there was one face burned into your memory, one name etched into your soul. And as the tears flowed freely down your cheeks, you realized that some wounds never truly heal, and some losses are too great to ever be forgotten.

As you lay cradled in Jason's arms, the memories of that fateful day flooded back with a vengeance, each detail etched into your mind with painful clarity. The chaos of the hospital engulfed in flames, the scent of smoke choking the air, the anguished cries of those trapped within.

But amidst the devastation, there was one image that burned brighter than all the rest. The sight of him, lying motionless amidst the wreckage, his life snuffed out in an instant, his presence now just a ghost haunting your memories. The fire took away the sweetest human you knew.

Jason's embrace offered a fleeting sense of solace amidst the storm of emotions raging within you. His arms wrapped around you, holding you close as if to shield you from the pain that threatened to consume you whole.

Yet, even as you sought refuge in his embrace, you knew that things could never be the same again. The bond that once held you together had been shattered by the cruel hand of fate, leaving only the bitter taste of loss in its wake.

As Jason looked down at you, his eyes filled with a mixture of longing and regret, you couldn't help but feel a pang of sorrow deep within your heart. For in that moment, you both knew that the love you once shared could never be reclaimed, lost forever to the ashes of the past.

"He was never dead…" Jason's words hung heavy in the air, a revelation that sent shockwaves through your already shattered world. The disbelief in your eyes mirrored the tumultuous storm raging within your heart.

As he continued, explaining the unthinkable truth, you felt a wave of anger and betrayal wash over you. How could they have kept such a secret from you? How could they have allowed him to escape justice, to evade the consequences of his actions?

"How? How did they do this without telling anyone?" Your voice trembled with fury, your fists clenched at your sides as you struggled to contain the rising tide of emotion threatening to consume you.

"It was supposed to be a secret operation, we didn't want to—" Jason's words faltered as you abruptly rose from his lap, unable to bear the weight of his revelation any longer. The truth was a bitter pill to swallow, and the knowledge that he had been complicit in keeping it from you only fueled the fire burning within.

In that moment, the bond that had once held you together seemed to splinter and fracture irreparably, leaving only a gaping chasm of betrayal in its wake. As you turned away from him, your heart heavy with the weight of his words, you knew that things could never be the same again.

"We? What do you mean 'we'? Don't tell me that you are now one of them." Your words were laced with accusation and disbelief, each syllable a sharp arrow piercing through the fragile remnants of trust that still lingered between you.

Jason's expression darkened at your accusations, his features contorted with a mixture of frustration and anger. "Don't you dare judge me," he shot back, his voice rising in defiance. "You think you know everything, but you have no idea what I've been through, what I've had to do."

But your anger was relentless, fueled by years of pent-up resentment and betrayal. "You're so hypocritical, Jason," you spat, your voice dripping with contempt. "Always criticized your father and his work, and look at what you've become! One of those disgusting pigs."

The words hung heavy in the air between you, a testament to the rift that had formed between you. And as Jason's anger boiled over, he lashed out with words of his own, each one a dagger aimed at the heart of your fractured relationship.

The exchange was heated, emotions running high as the wounds of the past were reopened with a vengeance. And in that moment of bitter confrontation, you both realized that the bond that once held you together had been irrevocably shattered, leaving only the bitter taste of regret in its wake.

"Don't act like you can judge me after what you did to me!" His voice reverberated with raw emotion, his eyes ablaze with a mixture of fury and sorrow. You watched helplessly as tears welled up in his eyes, mirroring the torrent of emotions raging within your own soul.

The intensity of Jason's words hit you like a freight train, each syllable a painful reminder of the agony and despair he had endured in your absence. As he lashed out in anger and anguish, you felt a pang of guilt pierce your heart, realizing the depth of the pain you had inflicted upon him.

In that moment, the weight of his suffering bore down upon you like a crushing weight, the realization of the pain you had caused him leaving you utterly devastated. The memory of the countless nights he had spent alone, mourning the loss of his beloved Sunny, haunted you like a ghost from the past.

"How I wish it was me in your place..." His words hung in the air, heavy with regret and longing. You felt your heart shatter into a million pieces as he spoke of the depth of his despair, his anguish etched into every line of his face.

And then, as he pointed a trembling finger at your face, you felt the sting of his accusation pierce your soul. The weight of his gaze bore down upon you, his eyes burning with a fierce intensity that threatened to consume you whole.

"You left me, made me believe that you were dead, and when I get here you treat me so coldly, and you still cry for that criminal?" Jason's voice was eerily calm, belying the storm of emotions raging within him. His words cut through the air like a knife, each syllable laden with accusation and betrayal.

You felt the weight of his words pressing down upon you, the guilt of your actions threatening to suffocate you. How could you explain to him the years of torment and suffering you had endured in his absence? How could you make him understand the depths of your grief and the tangled web of emotions that still bound you to the past?

As he questioned your loyalty and your identity, you felt a surge of anger and defiance rise within you. "Who the hell are you and what did you do to my Sunny?" His words echoed in your mind, a haunting reminder of the shattered pieces of your past that lay scattered at your feet.

"By the way, how did you find me here?" Your voice carried a mix of disbelief and curiosity, punctuated by the sharp edges of your words. "I cleared all the records with my name, made a new identity. It would have taken you at least ten years to find me without any information about me.”

As the silence stretched between you, Jason's laughter shattered the fragile calm. It rang out in the room, a discordant symphony of amusement and anguish, echoing off the walls and reverberating in your ears. His shoulders shook with the force of his mirth, his head thrown back in unrestrained laughter.

You watched him, your heart heavy with confusion and concern. His laughter seemed to carry a weight of its own, a burden too heavy for him to bear alone. And when his laughter finally subsided, you saw the tears glistening in his eyes, a silent testament to the pain that lay beneath the surface.

When he looked at you again, his gaze was intense, his eyes red-rimmed and brimming with unshed tears. It was a look you had never seen on him before, a vulnerability that pierced through the facade of strength he had always projected.

"He always knew where you were, that bastard always knew you were alive and where you were hiding all this time." His words were laced with bitterness, his smile broken and fragile.

All the blood in your body seemed to freeze at that moment, and your vision became fuzzy. He knew, he knew, he knew, he knew, he knew, he knew... The words echoed in your mind like a sinister bell tolling a terrible truth. You looked at the blonde boy in front of you as if he were insane, shaking your head in denial.

It couldn't be true. It couldn't be possible. But still, the sense of panic began to spread through you like a raging fire, consuming all your certainties and leaving only agonizing doubt.

Your eyes widened as the boy continued to stare at you, his gaze piercing like a sharp blade cutting through your defenses. You wanted to scream, to deny everything, but the words were caught in your throat, suffocated by the crushing weight of the truth that threatened to shatter your existence.

"No... It can't be," you whispered, your voice trembling and desperate.

"You have to come with me, by order of the F.B.I.," he declared, flashing his badge. "Eddie Munson wishes to see you before his final trial and as a witness for his heinous crimes."

At that moment, you felt your secret slipping through your fingers like sand. There was no other way around it. You would have to confront the ghosts of the past, welcome them with open arms, and pray that they wouldn't stab you in the back. The weight of your past actions bore down on you like a leaden burden, threatening to crush you under its unforgiving weight. But you knew there was no escaping it now. With a heavy heart and a resigned sigh, you nodded silently, steeling yourself for the tumultuous journey ahead.

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Só agora eu li o nome e percebi que tu tbm é brasileiraaaaa

𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐚

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: In the midst of what was anticipated as an ordinary school excursion to Romania, little did you and your friends anticipate the descent into darkness and bloodshed that awaited. The innocuous journey swiftly morphed into a harrowing odyssey as you delved deep into the enigmatic depths of a local legend, its ancient whispers beckoning you towards an abyss of chilling secrets.

What commenced as a lighthearted escapade swiftly spiraled into a nightmarish reality. Grotesque and inexplicable deaths cast an ominous pall over the once jovial atmosphere, while the fabric of reality itself seemed to fray at the seams. Disappearances plagued the tranquil neighborhood, shrouded in an eerie silence broken only by the unsettling whispers of the wind.

The Hawkins gang found themselves ensnared in a web of intrigue and dread, as unsettling dreams wove themselves into the fabric of their waking lives. Each night brought visions of unspeakable horrors, foretelling a fate intertwined with the ancient curse that gripped the land.

As the veil of ignorance was lifted, long-buried truths clawed their way to the surface, revealing a tapestry of forgotten loves and bitter enemies from lives long past. It became evident that the specters of history were not content to remain confined to the annals of time, but instead sought retribution and resolution in the present.

Amidst the chaos and despair, a flicker of hope emerged—a beacon of possibility amidst the encroaching darkness. Could you, a mere schoolgirl thrust into the heart of an ancient mystery, unravel the tangled threads of Romania's cursed legend? Dare you confront the malevolent forces that lurk in the shadows, and strive to liberate a poor soul ensnared by the chains of destiny?

In a land where the echoes of the past reverberate with haunting intensity, the fate of the Hawkins gang hangs precariously in the balance. Will you succumb to the seductive whispers of despair, or rise to the challenge and confront the darkness that threatens to consume all in its path? The choice is yours, as you embark on a journey that will test the limits of courage, resilience, and the enduring power of the human spirit.

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: To be added.

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: ...

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: So, this is is the rewritten version of my old series "Strolling Through Romania", I have an obligation to warn you that this version will be a little more explicit and a little harsher for certain readers. Please, if you are sensitive to these types of topics, do not read. I have other fanfics that you can read if you don't feel comfortable with this one.

𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭: Open.

𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 (𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐲, 𝟎𝟔 𝐩.𝐦)

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𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐚

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Heavy content, dark themes, violence, blood, murded, witchcraft. More will be added

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2,3k

𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭: @ali-r3n @birdysaturne @maedesculpaeusoubi

𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞: In the heart of the ancient woodland, a frantic escape unfolds as shadows whisper of ominous fates. Reality warps, concealing a lurking malevolence. Amidst chains of torment, an eternal curse is woven, binding a soul to endless longing. In the haunted depths, a mysterious tale unfolds, shrouded in darkness and secrets, known only to the silent forest.

𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐭 𝐁𝐨𝐲: (𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐲)

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𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐚

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: In the heart of the ancient woodland, a frantic escape unfolds as shadows whisper of ominous fates. Reality warps, concealing a lurking malevolence. Amidst chains of torment, an eternal curse is woven, binding a soul to endless longing. In the haunted depths, a mysterious tale unfolds, shrouded in darkness and secrets, known only to the silent forest.

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Heavy content, dark themes, violence, blood, murded, witchcraft.

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2,3k

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: As I said, this series contains heavy themes and many triggers for some people, don't read if you are sensitive! Also, Thessalia it's NOT Reader, in the next chapter you will understand who she is. Spoiler: Something about reincarnation and past lives.

Thanks to @birdysaturne and @fan-girl-97 for beta read this for me, love u babes.

𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭: @ali-r3n @birdysaturne @maedesculpaeusoubi

𝐍𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫.

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

In the somber depths of the ancient woodland, Thessalia's heart hammered against her ribcage like a frantic prisoner, each beat echoing the rhythm of her desperate flight. The towering sentinels of the forest loomed overhead, their gnarled branches entwined like skeletal fingers grasping for her fleeting presence.

Through the labyrinth of tangled roots and shadowed thickets, she raced, her senses heightened to a feverish pitch. The air was thick with the cloying scent of decay, and the chorus of nocturnal creatures fell silent in ominous anticipation of her pursuer.

Yet, amidst the oppressive darkness, Thessalia sensed a more insidious presence lurking—a malevolent force woven into the very fabric of the forest itself. It whispered to her in sibilant tones, promising horrors beyond imagining should she dare to falter in her flight.

With every stride, the forest seemed to shift and contort, its once familiar paths twisting into nightmarish mazes designed to ensnare the unwary. And as Thessalia's strength waned and her resolve threatened to fracture, she realized that her struggle was not merely against the physical bounds of the woodland, but against an ancient evil that hungered for her soul.

For in the heart of the forest, where light dared not penetrate and shadows danced in malevolent glee, Thessalia knew that her fate hung precariously in the balance—a fragile thread stretched taut between survival and eternal damnation.

As the echo of her footfalls reverberated through the gnarled roots and whispering leaves, a palpable sense of dread hung heavy in the air, suffusing the very essence of the forest with an aura of foreboding. Each passing moment seemed to stretch into eternity, the weight of impending doom pressing down upon Thessalia's trembling form like a suffocating shroud.

Then, with a sudden, bone-chilling certainty, the world around her twisted and contorted, reality itself warping under the weight of Calista's sinister power. Thessalia felt the ground beneath her feet vanish, her body lifted from the earth as if by unseen hands, and hurled unceremoniously against the gnarled trunk of an ancient oak.

Pain blossomed like a crimson flower within her, every nerve ablaze with the searing agony of her impact. And there, amidst the dimly lit confines of the forest's embrace, Calista materialized—a specter of darkness and despair, her eyes ablaze with an insatiable hunger that pierced through the very fabric of Thessalia's being.

In that chilling moment, time seemed to stand still, the air heavy with the weight of impending doom. Thessalia felt as though her very essence lay bare before the vampire's piercing gaze, her soul laid bare to the whims of an ancient evil.

But within the depths of her terror, a flicker of defiance ignited—a primal spark of courage that dared to challenge the darkness. With a trembling voice, Thessalia spoke the words that echoed through the haunted groves, a whispered invocation of strength against the encroaching night.

For in that fleeting moment of defiance, amidst the shadows of the forest and the hungry gaze of the vampire, Thessalia realized that she was not alone in her struggle—that even in the darkest of nights, the light of hope still burned, a beacon against the encroaching tide of despair.

As Calista loomed over her, a predatory gleam dancing in her crimson eyes, Thessalia could not help but feel the icy tendrils of fear clutch at her heart. For in that gaze, she saw not merely her physical form laid bare, but the fragile threads of her soul stretched taut across the yawning chasm of eternity—vulnerable, exposed, and utterly at the mercy of Calista's dark power.

Amidst the somber shroud of night, the frigid voice of her sister resonated like a sinister echo in Thessalia's ears, piercing deep into her tormented soul. The weight of betrayal hung heavily over Thessalia as the broken promise reverberated in the void that stretched between them. Calista, cloaked in darkness like a nefarious shadow, loomed before her, a presence both terrifying and irresistible.

"Thess, you left me no choice." The frigid tone of her sister's voice pierced Thessalia's ears, resonating with a chilling finality. "I vowed to protect you, and yet you betrayed me. I placed my trust in you, Thessalia." Calista's words carried the weight of betrayal as she reached out, her hands gently cradling the young girl's face.

A heavy silence descended upon them, laden with the looming specter of a cruel fate. And then, the words spoken by the vampire echoed in the nocturnal ether, sealing Thessalia's fate with a somber and irrevocable sentence. Her lips curled into a merciless semblance as her cold hands touched the young girl's face, as if tracing the lines of her condemnation with the touch of an executioner.

In that moment, Thessalia knew that she stood on the precipice of oblivion, teetering between the light of salvation and the abyss of eternal darkness. And as Calista's grip tightened around her, sealing her fate with a whispered promise of torment, Thessalia's scream echoed through the haunted groves—a desperate plea for deliverance that vanished into the night, swallowed by the insatiable hunger of the shadows.

In this veil of darkness, Calista pronounced the decree that would resonate throughout eternity, casting Thessalia into an abyss of pain and despair. The curse she uttered reverberated with the weight of eternity, condemning her to bear the burden of her own transgressions, a burden that could never be alleviated. Her fate was sealed on that dark night, enveloped in the relentless chains of eternal suffering.

"În această noapte întunecată, condamn spiritul Thessalia Delnegro pentru trădare. Este destinul tău să trăiești cu o povară pe care nu o poți renunța niciodată, vei provoca durere celor pe care îi iubești și nu poți face nimic în privința asta." (In this darkened night, I condemn the spirit of Thessalia Delnegro for betrayal. It is your destiny to live with a burden from which you can never rid yourself, to inflict pain upon those you love, and there is nothing you can do about it.)"

The fiery eyes of hatred and the pitiless face of Calista were the last sight Thessalia beheld before life fled her body, leaving her to wander the shadows of eternity, imprisoned in an endless cycle of pain and remorse.

On the other side of the forest, within the final tower of the castle veiled by the looming trees, Eddie languished in chains, his heart torn asunder as he was forced to bear witness to Calista's merciless slaughter of his beloved.

His anguished cries reverberated throughout the castle, echoing off the cold stone walls, yet offering no solace to his tormented soul. The pain etched upon his face seemed to eternally etch deeper into the fabric of his being, an unrelenting agony that threatened to consume him whole.

But as the tendrils of despair coiled tighter around his shattered heart, a simmering rage ignited within Eddie's breast. With each passing moment, the sorrow that once weighed him down like an anchor metamorphosed into a seething hatred, fueled by the presence of his captor.

In the depths of his gaze burned a firestorm of loathing, a tempest of fury that threatened to consume all in its path. His muscles strained against the unyielding bonds that shackled him, the sinews of his arms threatening to snap under the tremendous force he exerted in his futile attempts to break free. Yet, alas, it was all in vain, for Calista had ensorcelled the chains with dark magic before binding him, rendering them impervious to his desperate struggles.

And so, within the confines of his prison, Eddie found himself ensnared not only by physical restraints but also by the relentless grip of his own hatred—a festering wound that gnawed at his soul, driving him ever closer to the brink of madness. Each passing moment brought him closer to the edge, teetering on the precipice of oblivion as he grappled with the agonizing realization that he was powerless to change his fate.

"Eddie... My dear Eddie," she intoned, her voice dripping with a sinister allure as she paced gracefully around the captive figure, a spectral waltz in the dimly lit chamber. "I bestowed upon you all, yet you chose her, a mere mortal, to hold your affections."

With an ancient tome clutched tightly in her grasp, the woman embarked upon a ritual steeped in arcane mysteries, her movements a macabre symphony that echoed through the chamber's oppressive silence.

Each incantation dripped from her lips like poison, weaving a tapestry of darkness that enveloped the room in a suffocating embrace. Shadows danced upon the walls, twisting and contorting in time with the rhythm of her words, as if driven by an unseen force.

And as the ritual reached its crescendo, the air crackled with palpable tension, a miasma of malevolence that hung heavy in the stillness. With a final flourish of her hand, the woman unleashed a surge of dark energy that coursed through the room, ensnaring Eddie in its sinister embrace.

In that moment, he felt the chains that bound him tighten with a vengeful fervor, their cold steel biting into his flesh with renewed cruelty. And as the shadows closed in around him, Eddie knew that he was truly alone—a prisoner of his own folly, condemned to languish in the depths of Calista's wrath for all eternity.

Calista's gaze fixated upon a tarnished cauldron, its metal surface reflecting the flickering flames with an otherworldly gleam. Into its depths, she cast esoteric objects, each imbued with a darkness that seemed to pulse with a life of its own, as if yearning to be unleashed upon the world.

"We could have ascended together, you and I, were it not for the meddling of that wretched mortal," she hissed, her words a venomous lamentation as she traced the edge of a gleaming dagger. "You are a disappointment, Munson." And with a deft flick of her wrist, she drew a crimson line across his cheek, the metallic tang of blood staining the air with a macabre sweetness.

In the suffocating embrace of the chamber's shadows, a malevolent energy coiled and writhed, its tendrils reaching out to ensnare the very essence of Eddie's being. As Calista's incantations reverberated through the air, the boundaries between worlds grew thin, a portal to darkness yawning wide with each syllable uttered.

And in that moment of profound dread, Eddie could feel the ancient powers stirring, their hunger for chaos and destruction palpable in the oppressive atmosphere. For as the ritual unfolded, it became increasingly clear that the forces they had sought to invoke were far more malevolent than either of them could have ever imagined, and the price of their folly would be paid in blood and despair.

With each sinister chant, the veil between realms wavered, threatening to tear asunder and unleash untold horrors upon the world. And as Eddie watched in terror, he realized that he was but a pawn in Calista's dark game—a sacrificial lamb offered up to satisfy her insatiable thirst for power and vengeance.

"Îl blestem pe tine, Eddie Munson, cu nemurire," she intoned, her voice carrying the weight of centuries-old malice. "Destinul tău va fi să rătăcești pentru totdeauna în căutarea singurei persoane pe care ai iubit-o vreodată, să rupi blestemul care te leagă. Totuși, ea nu te va recunoaște, nici nu va purta nicio afecțiune pentru existența ta. Te condamn, Eddie Munson, la o existență lipsită de iubire sau alinare."

("I curse thee, Eddie Munson, with immortality," she intoned, her voice carrying the weight of centuries-old malice. "Your fate shall be to wander for eternity in pursuit of the sole person you have ever loved, to break the curse that binds you. Yet she shall not recognize you, nor shall she harbor any affection for your existence. I condemn you, Eddie Munson, to an existence devoid of love or solace.")

The air grew heavy with the weight of her words, each syllable a damning verdict that echoed through the chamber like a tolling bell. As the incantation reached its crescendo, a palpable sense of dread descended upon the room, shrouding Eddie in a suffocating embrace of despair.

In that moment, the boundaries between the mortal realm and the realm of the arcane wavered, the veil between life and death growing thin. And as the curse took hold, Eddie could feel the tendrils of eternity coiling around his very essence, binding him to a fate from which there could be no escape.

For in the darkness of Calista's chamber, a sinister pact had been forged—one that would haunt Eddie for all eternity, condemning him to an existence fraught with longing and despair. And as the last echoes of the curse faded into the abyss, he knew that his journey had only just begun, a solitary quest through the shadows of time in search of a love that could never be reclaimed.

The mist draped over the Maleviski forest like a shroud, casting an eerie veil over its ancient depths. In the ethereal twilight, where shadows danced with whispered secrets, only a gathering of somber ravens bore witness to the events unfolding beneath the moon's watchful gaze, their solemn caws echoing through the stillness of the night.

Beneath the cloak of mist, two lovers found themselves ensnared in the cruel machinations of fate, their hearts torn asunder by forces beyond their control. Separated by the malevolent presence that lurked within the forest's depths, they yearned for a reunion that seemed forever out of reach.

As the night wore on, the forest stirred with an unsettling energy, the very air thrumming with the palpable tension of impending doom. And amidst the swirling mists and haunting cries of the ravens, the tragic tale of these star-crossed lovers unfolded, shrouded in darkness and secrecy, with only the enigmatic forest as witness to their sorrow.

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Guys, I need someone to beta read my chapter, any volunteer?

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If any of y’all didn’t know, there’s a free online library, aka

https://openlibrary.org/

and I found like, twelve ebooks I’ve been wanting to read on there, and blasted through like three of them during the course of a boring-ass shift.

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I loved how this turned out, Hozier and Eddie will always be my perfect duo

𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐁𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬

Inspired on the song "Too Sweet" by Hozier.

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: Eddie Munson was a bitter soul, as sharp and biting as black coffee. They said he needed sweetness in his life, but alas, you were too sweet for him. Your kindness became his burden, a reminder of the bitterness he couldn't escape.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Angst.

Eddie, a man marred by life's relentless blows, harbored a bitter resentment towards the world. He resembled a tempestuous black cloud, casting a shadow over fields teeming with vitality and serenity, only to unleash his chaotic storm, leaving destruction in its wake. In his turbulent existence, he became the embodiment of despair, a tragic figure cursed to bring ruin to the very beauty he could never truly embrace.

Eddie, burdened by the weight of his own bitterness, couldn't help but pity his friends who bore the brunt of his cold demeanor. Despite his noble intentions, his mind was ensnared by a darkness that eclipsed his innate goodness.

Alone in his crumbling, embittered world, Eddie found solace amidst the decay. He drowned his soul in a bitter concoction of distant, surreal memories, each served colder than the last. Locked in a cycle of nostalgia and despair, he clung to the remnants of a past that seemed ever more distant, yet somehow more real than his present existence.

His friends, bless their hearts, tried tirelessly, for what felt like an eternity. Yet, despite their efforts, nothing could pry Eddie from the clutches of his self-imposed identity. He remained steadfast in his conviction, resigned to the bitter fate he believed was his alone. Like a lingering aftertaste, he permeated their lives, leaving behind a bitterness that lingered long after he was gone.

And then, on one fateful day, amidst the bitter aroma of coffee, there came a convergence of flavors. The bitterness of Eddie's world collided with the sweet nectar of possibility. As if carried by the gentle caress of a spring breeze, there appeared the most exquisite and divine creation: You.

You stood there, a perfect fusion of heaven's grace and innocence— not the naive kind, but the pure essence of kindness and sweetness. Among his circle of hopeful friends, you were the beacon of light, the embodiment of their deepest and happiest desires.

Slowly, like delicate vines reaching out, your essence entwined around Eddie's once-bitter heart. Despite his resistance, he found himself surrendering to the irresistible allure of your sweetness. The taste of grape nectar, like a balm, seeped into his veins, thawing the frost that had long encased his coldest parts. In your presence, he discovered a warmth he had long forgotten, a glimmer of hope amidst the shadows of his past.

As the warmth intensified, it became an inferno, scorching everything in its path. And you, my dear, you were the epitome of sweetness, a radiant light that illuminated his darkened soul. But alas, in the blaze of passion, he found himself overwhelmed by the intensity of your sweetness. Like a parched wanderer stumbling upon an oasis, he drank greedily, only to realize that the sweetness was too much for his bitter palate to bear. And so, in the tragedy of it all, your sweetness became his undoing, a reminder of the darkness he could never fully escape.

Guilt gnawed at him, a relentless beast tearing through his resolve. He feared he would tarnish the purity of your sweetness with his own bitter essence, rendering it inedible, unfit for consumption. As he stood on the precipice of your love, he realized the undeniable truth: You were too sweet for him, a delicacy meant for those who could savor and appreciate your essence without tainting it with bitterness. And so, with a heavy heart, he withdrew, unable to bear the thought of sullying the beauty of your sweetness with his own bitterness.

It can't be said I'm an early bird

It's ten o'clock before I say a word

Each morning, as the sun reluctantly stretched its rays across the horizon, Eddie found himself drawn to the sight of you awakening. Your presence, so full of life and warmth, outshone even the sun itself, casting its brilliance upon his darkened world. But as he watched, a bitter realization gnawed at his soul like a relentless beast. He was the harbinger of storms, the bearer of darkness, and his very presence threatened to overshadow the delicate tendrils of your sweetness. Like thorny branches reaching out from his tormented soul, his negativity and bad mood threatened to entangle and suffocate the fragile beauty that graced his life. And in that moment of reckoning, he hated himself more than ever, for he knew that he was unworthy of the light you brought into his existence.

Baby, I can never tell

How do you sleep so well?

Driven by a longing he couldn't quell, Eddie yearned to unravel the mystery of your boundless sweetness and kindness. What arcane magic or hidden reservoir of strength allowed you to radiate such warmth in a world shrouded in darkness? He wondered, his heart heavy with the weight of his own bitterness, how could someone like him, consumed by shadows, ever hope to understand the light that emanated from you?

You keep telling me to live right

To go to bed before the daylight

Unbeknownst to him, you became his unwitting guide, a beacon of hope leading him out of the labyrinth of his stagnant mind. Though he resisted, there was a part of him that longed for your assistance, for the gentle touch of your kindness to break through the barriers he had erected around his heart. And so, in moments of vulnerability he dared not acknowledge, he allowed himself to be drawn towards the light you offered, hoping against hope that it might illuminate the shadows that lingered within him.

But then you wake up for the sunrise

You know you don't gotta pretend, baby, now and then

In his moments of introspection, Eddie couldn't help but entertain the thought that perhaps you wore a mask, concealing your true persona from him. How could someone be so consistently sweet and kind in a world so fraught with darkness and despair? In his selfish musings, he struggled to comprehend the authenticity of your sweetness, for what could someone like him, entrenched in bitterness, truly understand about such purity of heart? And yet, despite his doubts, a small ember of hope flickered within him, whispering that perhaps, just perhaps, your sweetness was indeed genuine, and not merely a facade.

Don't you just wanna wake up dark as a lake

Smelling like a bonfire, lost in a haze?

In his moments of quiet contemplation, Eddie couldn't help but entertain the unsettling thought: Would you, like him, one day succumb to the bitterness that seemed to permeate every corner of his existence? Did you, too, harbor a dormant chaos within you, waiting to be unleashed upon the world? It was a troubling notion, born from his own skewed perception of life's relentless struggles. He wondered if, deep down, you felt the same urge to embrace the chaos, to live fiercely and chaotically while you still could, before the weight of the world inevitably dragged you down into its depths. And yet, amidst the turmoil of his thoughts, he couldn't shake the fear that perhaps you were too pure, too untainted by the darkness that consumed him, to ever understand the allure of living chaotically.

If you're drunk on life, babe, I think it's great

But while in this world

As Eddie grappled with his doubts and fears, a moment of clarity washed over him like a cleansing tide. In the radiance of your presence, he felt the sincerity of your purity, the unwavering passion for life that emanated from every fiber of your being. Your incomparable sweetness, so genuine and unyielding, melted away the shadows that clouded his mind, leaving behind only the warmth of your light. In that moment, he knew that whatever doubts may have plagued him were but fleeting whispers in the face of the undeniable truth: you were a beacon of goodness in a world that sorely needed it, and he was blessed to bask in your presence.

I think I'll take my whiskey neat

My coffee black and my bed at three

Despite his stubborn refusal to let go of the bitterness that had become so deeply ingrained within him, Eddie found himself unable to escape the echoes of the bells that reverberated through his mind. Try as he might to drown out the sweet melody with distractions and vices, the haunting chime persisted, a reminder of the purity and goodness he yearned for but felt unworthy of. In the depths of his despair, he clung to the bitterness like a drowning man to a life raft, even as the sweet resonance of your presence called out to him, begging him to let go and embrace the light. And though he resisted, a flicker of hope ignited within him, whispering that perhaps, just perhaps, it wasn't too late to silence the discordant symphony of bitterness and allow the sweet melody of your essence to fill his soul.

You're too sweet for me

In the depths of his self-loathing, Eddie couldn't shake the feeling of unworthiness that gnawed at his soul like a relentless beast. You, with your boundless kindness and passion, seemed like a beacon of purity in comparison to the darkness that consumed him. He saw himself as nothing more than a hideous stain on the canvas of your life, unworthy of the love and goodness you offered so freely. The sweetness of your presence, like a bitter reminder of his own inadequacies, only served to deepen his despair, leaving him drowning in a sea of self-loathing and regret. And so, he resigned himself to the belief that no matter how desperately he wished otherwise, he would forever remain unworthy of the light you brought into his world.

I aim low, I aim true and the ground's where I go

I work late where I'm free from the phone

Unlike you, Eddie lacked a perspective on life. His dreams remained just that—mere fantasies, never allowed the luxury of belief. He denied himself even the basic care and nurturing that every soul deserves, unwilling to accept kindness from others or extend it to himself. In his eyes, self-care was a luxury he couldn't afford, and being cared for was a vulnerability he couldn't bear to expose. He existed in a perpetual state of self-imposed isolation, unable to break free from the chains of his own making, condemned to a life devoid of the warmth and compassion he so desperately needed but refused to acknowledge.

And the job gets done

But you worry some, I know

Despite the internal cries of anguish, Eddie persisted in his self-imposed neglect, refusing to grant himself even the most basic acts of care and compassion. He endured, a solitary figure navigating the tumultuous waters of his own despair, while you, with your unwavering concern and efforts to nurture him, faced an uphill battle. Despite your best intentions, your attempts to care for him seemed to fall on deaf ears, unable to penetrate the walls he had erected around his heart. He knew that you tried, that you worried for him, but he remained steadfast in his resistance, unwilling to let anyone, including himself, break through the barriers he had built to shield himself from the pain of the world.

But who wants to live forever, babe?

You treat your mouth as if it's Heaven's gate

In the depths of his despair, Eddie clung to the belief that he didn't need to take care of himself; after all, he had managed to survive this long. Yet, as he witnessed your unwavering commitment to self-care, treating yourself like a sacred temple, he couldn't help but marvel at your purity and sweetness. He longed to be worthy of praising you in this temple of self-love, but the darkness that consumed his own soul cast a shadow over his aspirations. He feared that his own dirty, corroded essence would only tarnish the sanctity of your sacred space, rendering his attempts at admiration futile. And so, he remained trapped in a cycle of self-neglect, unable to bridge the gap between his brokenness and your purity.

The rest of you like you're the TSA

I wish that I could go along, babe, don't get me wrong

Eddie harbored a deep longing to emulate your purity and kindness, to bask in the innocence that seemed to radiate from your being. Yet, he couldn't escape the harsh reality that he had long been corrupted by the trials and tribulations of life. The stains of his past sins and regrets seemed etched into his very soul, casting a permanent shadow over any hopes of redemption. Despite his yearning to shed the weight of his tarnished spirit and embrace the light, he felt shackled by the chains of his own darkness, unable to break free from the grip of his own corruption. And so, he watched from afar, admiring the purity he could never attain, resigned to the bitter truth that he would forever remain a prisoner of his own past.

You know, you're bright as the morning, as soft as the rain

Pretty as a vine, as sweet as a grape

You embodied everything Eddie longed to be but feared he could never attain: a radiant beacon of life and warmth, exuding kindness and gentleness like a gentle breeze on a summer's day. You seemed to possess an otherworldly grace, ethereal and angelic, your presence a testament to the beauty and goodness that seemed to elude him at every turn. And oh, your sweetness, sweeter than the sweetest grape, a taste of heaven on earth that he could only dream of savoring. In your presence, he felt the stark contrast between your light and his darkness, yearning to bridge the gap but never quite daring to take the leap. You were his unreachable dream, a vision of purity and goodness that he could only admire from afar, forever haunted by the knowledge of what he could never become or have.

If you can sit in a barrel, maybe I'll wait

Until that day

Eddie entertained a fleeting thought: perhaps if you were a little more bitter, if the harsh realities of life tainted your sweetness, he might find solace in your company. But even in that scenario, he knew deep down that your inherent sweetness would remain untouched, a beacon of light amidst the darkness. No amount of bitterness could dull the purity of your essence, nor could it bridge the chasm between your sweetness and his own bitterness. In the end, he resigned himself to the bitter truth: you would always be too sweet for him, a reminder of the goodness he yearned for but could never fully embrace.

I'd rather take my whiskey neat

My coffee black and my bed at three

In the dead of night, consumed by his own self-loathing and despair, Eddie made a decision. Unable to bear the thought of staining you with the bitter taste of his existence, yet too selfish to let you go, he chose the coward's path and vanished into the shadows. With heavy footsteps and a heart weighed down by regret, he left behind nothing but the lingering aroma of black coffee, a bitter reminder of his presence. In his absence, the emptiness of your sanctuary echoed with the absence of his warmth, leaving behind a void that no sweetness could ever hope to fill. And so, Eddie disappeared into the night, carrying with him the burden of his own bitterness, forever haunted by the memory of the sweetness he could never truly embrace.

You're too sweet for me

In the aftermath of Eddie's departure, a profound bitterness consumed you, twisting your once radiant soul into a shadow of its former self. Hurt by life's relentless onslaught and disillusioned by the absence of goodness, you became a tempest of darkness, a black cloud that hung heavily over fields once lush with life and calm. Your presence, once a beacon of light, now brought only devastation and despair, as your chaotic storm tore through everything in its path. With each passing moment, the weight of sorrow bore down upon you, suffocating any glimmer of hope that dared to flicker. You had become a tragic figure, condemned to roam the desolate landscape of your own making, forever haunted by the memory of the sweetness that had slipped away, leaving only bitter emptiness in its wake. Now a mere fragment of your former self, you found yourself consumed by bitterness and sorrow, a shadow of the person you once were. Yet, amidst the darkness that enveloped you, a tiny flicker of sweetness remained, reserved especially for him—the sweetest bitter man you had ever known. Despite the distance that now separated you, his memory lingered like a bittersweet melody, haunting your every thought and breath. You carried a piece of him within you, a reminder of the love and pain intertwined inextricably in your shared history. And so, you existed in a liminal space between bitterness and sweetness, forever tethered to him by the invisible threads of memory and longing, a solitary figure in the vast expanse of your own sorrow.

Tagging some mutuals: @ali-r3n @birdysaturne @munsonology @bvtbxtch @bimbobaggins69

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You're so sweet omg, thanks for your kind words, they mean so much to me 🥺

𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫

Inspired on the song "Too Sweet" by Hozier.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Angst.

It can't be said I'm an early bird

It's ten o'clock before I say a word

Baby, I can never tell

How do you sleep so well?

You keep telling me to live right

To go to bed before the daylight

But then you wake up for the sunrise

You know you don't gotta pretend, baby, now and then

Don't you just wanna wake up dark as a lake

Smelling like a bonfire, lost in a haze?

If you're drunk on life, babe, I think it's great

But while in this world

I think I'll take my whiskey neat

My coffee black and my bed at three

You're too sweet for me

I aim low, I aim true and the ground's where I go

I work late where I'm free from the phone

And the job gets done

But you worry some, I know

But who wants to live forever, babe?

You treat your mouth as if it's Heaven's gate

The rest of you like you're the TSA

I wish that I could go along, babe, don't get me wrong

You know, you're bright as the morning, as soft as the rain

Pretty as a vine, as sweet as a grape

If you can sit in a barrel, maybe I'll wait

Until that day

I'd rather take my whiskey neat

My coffee black and my bed at three

You're too sweet for me

Tagging some mutuals: @ali-r3n @birdysaturne @munsonology @bvtbxtch @bimbobaggins69

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I want to talk, someone send me some asks please 😭

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𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐚

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Heavy content, dark themes, violence, blood, murded, witchcraft. More will be added

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𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐭 𝐁𝐨𝐲: (𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐲)

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you’re so great i love you mimi

I love you more bestie 🥺

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sending you love and encouragement! 💕☺️

BABEEE, OMG I MISSED YOU 🥺

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𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐁𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬

Inspired on the song "Too Sweet" by Hozier.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Angst.

It can't be said I'm an early bird

It's ten o'clock before I say a word

Baby, I can never tell

How do you sleep so well?

You keep telling me to live right

To go to bed before the daylight

But then you wake up for the sunrise

You know you don't gotta pretend, baby, now and then

Don't you just wanna wake up dark as a lake

Smelling like a bonfire, lost in a haze?

If you're drunk on life, babe, I think it's great

But while in this world

I think I'll take my whiskey neat

My coffee black and my bed at three

You're too sweet for me

I aim low, I aim true and the ground's where I go

I work late where I'm free from the phone

And the job gets done

But you worry some, I know

But who wants to live forever, babe?

You treat your mouth as if it's Heaven's gate

The rest of you like you're the TSA

I wish that I could go along, babe, don't get me wrong

You know, you're bright as the morning, as soft as the rain

Pretty as a vine, as sweet as a grape

If you can sit in a barrel, maybe I'll wait

Until that day

I'd rather take my whiskey neat

My coffee black and my bed at three

You're too sweet for me

Tagging some mutuals: @ali-r3n @birdysaturne @munsonology @bvtbxtch @bimbobaggins69

#darknesseddiemfics #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddiemunson #eddie munson x f!reader #eddie munson angst #too sweet

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